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Only happy when I'm with you [closed]

Who: Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta
What: Hopefully a peaceful meal together
Where: Random Capitol restaurant
When: First night of the Games

Finnick came up from the green room feeling far more drained than he had expected to. Emotionally he had been a wreck worrying about her and how she was doing. Also what others had seen. He was fairly confident with how they had handled their interaction, but he worried if he got too confident he would get sloppy. He couldn't have just left her there with the cheese alone as others stared and made the 'Oh, it's just Annie Cresta again' comments under their breath. Considering they'd all been through the same ordeals, it was never surprising how cold and apathetic some victors could be towards others.

He opened the door to their suite, that was a lot more empty now that the tributes were gone. He walked in and immediately noticed that the TV was on. The Games had quieted down and it was a lot of recaps and evaluating every tribute again. He knew turning it off wasn't an option so he made no effort to. It would just turn back on automatically.

"Annie?" He called out turning his attention from it to something he had been looking forward to for the past two hours. "You ready, sweetheart?"

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They find the suite mostly empty and relatively quiet, save for the droll of the announcer on the screen who sounded like he was talking about the unusual appearance of some of this Games tributes. She isn't trying to listen, but it's hard not to to pick up on words like 'woman with wings' or 'lizard-man' as he speaks. But Finnick doesn't allow her time to so much as dwell on it; he's plucked her off her feet and carrying her into the bedroom, and thoughts of winged-women and lizard-men are far from her thoughts.

The bed is soft. Large. Annie doubts they were designed with sharing in mind, since all the beds in all the suites of the Training Center are likely just as grand. But it's nice all the same. Sharable, indeed.

"Welcome home, Mister Odair," she doesn't miss the sarcasm. This place could never be home, no matter how long they were forced to remain. Even the false image of a rising tide and recoded sounds of the crashing waves are a weak approximation of what home really was. But when she closes her eyes and listens; when Finnick sets her down and pulls off those uncomfortable shoes and touches her... it's the closest thing to home she can get in this place.

She's far from drunk from the wine, but it's made her feel warm and the tips of her fingers and her nose feel tingly. Finnick's hands are warm and strong, like all the rest of him. He must be exhausted. She doesn't know how he does it. How he can take on so much and still manage to take care of her. "You don't... you don't have to do that," she tells him, though to be honest, she isn't putting up much of a fight to stop him.

Finnick holds one of her small feet in his hands still watching her. He shrugs at her telling him he didn't have to keep massaging her. "But I want to touch you." His eyes stay on hers as he rubs them with care. Then he places her foot down and crawls up the bed to meet her face. "Unless I can touch you another way."

His hand cups her face as he deeply kisses her not waiting for an answer, knowing she will make it obvious if she weren't in the mood. They may be in the Capitol, but they were there together. Finnick knew that at any moment he could be summoned away from her and he didn't want to waste a minute not having his hands on her somehow. Her touch was more soothing to him than being in water, it calmed him instantly without fail.

He pauses and looks in her green eyes for approval, his hand resting now on her thigh. "Any other way."

She makes a small sound, something like a giggle mixed with a sigh as he crawls up to meet her. His kisses taste like wine and pudding and home and love, and everything good in the world. But like something a little sad as well. Desperation. Longing. Sometimes, when he kisses her it feels like he doesn't think he'll ever get to do it again, and it makes the world so... small. Like nothing else in the universe could possibly be more important than that kiss. It's impossible not to give into. To not want to give him the entire universe, if that was what he wanted.

Finnick's never been so complicated as that though. His wants were similar to her own. Each other: safe and happy.

It's more instinct than thought that drives her. She leans into his touch and raises her hands to find him there, solid and warm before her; her arms sliding around his neck. He is only real thing in this world of games and charades and she doesn't care how selfish it makes her; she doesn't ever want to let him go.

"Every way," she tells him. It's surprisingly forward for her to come out of her mouth at all, but Finnick has always been good at making things easier.

He grinned at her words. She was never one to speak much in response to his flirting so when she did it meant something to him. It made him feel wanted and desired His body pressed against hers when he felt her arms slide around his neck. His hands slid down her curves, his mouth went to her neck where he gently kissed a trail to her lips.

He truly worshiped her body and everything about her. She was his world. He wouldn't be anything without her love which kept him going. When the rest of the world drained him of everything he was, she brought him back.
The scared little girl he had tried to mentor as a tribute, who had been impossible to have come out of her shell in front of the Capitol to get sponsors, and even worse to comfort after the Games. However he had never given up on her and after the victory tour and returning to victor village, she was able to see that he was there for her even outside of being a mentor. That love for her truly did sneak up on him.

He kissed her deeply when he reached her mouth allowing himself to be pulled into the pillows with her. He pulled her close so that he would be just hovering over her. His hand that had slid down her side returned to her thigh, moving the dress's skirt aside to touch her soft skin.

The world around her has shrunk so small, it's easy to believe that the universe consists only of this one, single room. The Capitol, the crowds, the Games, all the rest of Panem... it was so far away that it might well not even exist. It was just him and her. Here and now. Her hair a lovely mess against the feather-soft pillows and his hands warm on her skin. And for a rare moment, she closes her eyes not to escape, but to savor. But she doesn't keep them closed long. Why would she, with Finnick so near. So close. So immediate, that the only thing she sees is him.

But isn't that how it always is?

She shifts beneath him, if ever so slightly. He's so close, but he could be closer. Her hands slip from his neck and slide down his torso. The jacket of his suit and the shirt he has buttoned up to his collarbone make finding his skin difficult, but she slips her hands beneath the jacket and wraps her small arms around him, pulling them together.

Her hands touching him were soothing while also arousing and she would soon notice this when he became pressed against her. He slips his jacket off, untucks his dress shirt to become more comfortable and also yearning to be touched more by her. The fake waves disappear into the background until they couldn't be heard as he was allowing the word to fade away around him and only see and feel her.

"You're so beautiful." he whispers to her, never losing her gaze. He kisses her softly on the lips. "Have I ever told you that I want to marry you?" His silly question ending in an adoring smile.

Their kisses are sweet and passionate only making him want to be one with her. His hand returns to her thigh and slides further up towards her panties to gently touch her. Finnick never loses that concerned side of him when he watches her face to be sure she is comfortable. It wasn't what he wanted to do with her that had him questioning, it was where. They had only been to the Capitol together twice, once she was a tribute and the second time she was a wreck the entire trip. So back again he was worried of all the things that might upset her because this wasn't entirely a safe place However there were moments when he wondered if he needed this more than she did. To reassure him that she was there with him and not leaving. Ever.

She hums a happy little noise when he speaks, when he calls her beautiful and kisses her again. "Once, I think," she teases. "And, someday, you will get to," she tells him, and it's a promise she fully intends to keep.

The pillows are too soft, and the sheets too smooth, but she doesn't want to think about it. Can't think about it. But it's easy not to. She hates the Capitol and the games, this training center and even this suite, but Finnick has always been there to see her through it; to keep her safe. He's never failed her. Never let her down. And as he touches her, its so easy to believe that he never will. She only wishes it were in her power to do the same. She doesn't know how to protect him. To make him feel safe. All she knows how to do... is love him. Believe in him. It doesn't seem like a fair enough trade, but if there is one single thing at all in this wretched world that she is good at, it's loving Finnick.

With his jacket gone, it's easier now to reach him. To slide her hands beneath the smooth fabric of his dark shirt and touch his smooth warm skin; her fingers tracing feather-light trails across the expanse of his back, up his spine, across his shoulder blades to map every inch of him.

"And then we will have a ceremony on the beach with real waves. Lobster and dancing and wine." As he spoke he gently kissed her along her jaw and down her neck. "Then I'll carry you in your white dress up to our bedroom where I'll make love to my wife." He paused, looking up at her from where he was kissing her collarbone and smiled.

Returning to face her, he kisses her again as he slides her soft panties to the side to slip a finger inside of her. The rest of his palm begins to massage her outside to arouse her. He bites his lower lip humming lightly with excitement from feeling how silky she is inside around his finger.

"I look forward to it," she says through a smile and a murmur, her voice sounding almost sleepy, though she's far from tired. She arches up into him, unafraid to let him know that she wants more. Wants him. She always does. In this way, or however she can have him. Nothing else really matters to her, so long as he's there.

Her fingers trace warm trails across this skin of his back, soft and almost teasing until they slip away entirely. But only for a moment. Though she makes her way to the fabric around his throat instead, and tugs slightly at his collar in search of a button. It comes away easily. And then another. And another, as she searches for more of his skin.

As she opens his shirt he pauses to watch her eyes examine him with it open. He will never grow tired of her awe of his body. Its the look of her desire for him that further turns him on to her. He allows his shirt to fall off and to the floor before pausing to tend to his pants. His erected member can be seen despite the tight black boxer briefs that keeps him contained. Finnick doesn't strip anymore having taken far too long in those seconds not touching her. Like a magnet his skin is attached to her's once again.

Her dress is pushed down after it has slid from her shoulders, his mouth going for her breast to kiss and caress them. Skin like silk, she is flawless in her beauty that makes his tan look dark. He understandably spends more time outside and on the boats than she does at home, but he also has to stay in the image that the Capitol wants him. They want that bronzed god of the sea that holds his trident like statuesque Poseidon. In reality he would rather just be the boy next door who fishes with his father and swims and surfs until the sun goes down every evening. He would rather be simple with Annie at his side.

The feel of his skin sliding against hers is perhaps her favourite sensation in the world. Warm and strong and beautiful above her, she blinks up at him with flushed cheeks. Her chest rising and falling a little faster now than normal; the need for air suddenly greater; her heart beat faster; her skin on fire.

Over time, she has come to learn many great and wonderful things about Finnick. Some of those things can make her blush just to think about. But perhaps one of the easiest things to learn about him was that he seemed to be happiest whenever she was happy.

Annie doesn't like to speak. Not unless she has something to say. But Finnick knows how to read her. A catch of breath, a sigh, a quiet hum translate easily into things like yes and please and more.

She lets her head slip back into the pillows, her fingers coming to curl around the sun kissed strands of his hair, trace the lines of muscles in his arms, touch every piece of him that she can reach. Though sometimes, she loses herself. Forgets what she's doing. Gets too caught up in sensations that all she can do is arch up into him and remember to breathe.

She doesn't need to speak, her touch tells him to keep going. The dress is disposed to the floor with the bra as if they were nothing but rags. His fingers slide her panties down to her ankles to follow. A hand returns to her breast caressing it as he kisses her. Her fingers tracing his abs and down the V-shaped torso that leads into the waistband of the boxer briefs sends a small shiver through him. When Finnick pauses to breathe his eyes connect with hers as if to ask, "You ready?"

Finnick removes his own underwear to toss them to the side. He holds himself in his hand, stroking his length as he returns to her, his lips seeking hers first. His stomach presses against her silky skin connecting their warmth. The sound of her breath near his ear is arousing as he hears her breathe faster in anticipation.

Only then does a seductive sly grin come across his face. His mind rapidly explores the possibilities of what he desires to do in that quick moment. With his extended arm propping him up to hover over her, he rubs the head of his cock against her wet opening. Teasing her to further heighten the anticipation. He lightly moistens his own lips watching her wait for it. It's then that he finds Annie completely irresistible.

He remembers their first time. It had been two years after her Games. There had been times when he was unsure if he dared touch her and contaminate her with what he had been made to do. He just had felt so dirty that being with someone so beautiful and genuinely pure like Annie felt wrong. Like he was the bad guy ruining her. If it hadn't been for her gentle touches and the reassurance she had given him, he would have never have had the courage to do it. Everything had been done so slowly. So carefully. He didn't want to ruin the one good solid thing in his life. He couldn't live with himself if he did.

Now entering her with a gentle, but motivated movement of his hips, he exhaled as if trying to catch his breath. The feeling was overwhelmingly blissful to him. How she wrapped around his member so perfectly as if he were fitted for her. After their first time he had known from just that initial taste of her sex and he was now eternally addicted.

She squirms beneath him in anticipation; breath catching, back arching. Annie chews at her own lower lip as she catches his grin, she knows he's teasing her and she doesn't mind. Enjoys it, even. Because this is Finnick after all, and she would let him do anything that he liked. A mix of trust and need and the desire to make him happy, she can't imagine feeling this way about another person. Trusting and loving them so completely that she can allow herself to truly be unafraid, even for just a little while.

They fit together perfectly and move together as though if separated they would be awkward and clumsy; a dance, a rhythm like the waves of the ocean itself. She exhales at the feel of him, the release of a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding. Her eyes lock on his and... he is the only thing she sees. The only thing she wants to see. Or hear, or taste or feel.

He knows she is completely submissive to him, and he finds that even more attractive about her. He holds her hands as he props himself up for better leverage. When he plunges deep into her he watches her face enjoy him. His mouth goes to her neck, inhaling her scent as he kisses her.

She was still so tight around his throbbing member and the sounds she made only had him craving more. He groaned not caring how loud he might have sounded. He felt his pleasure slowly building up and he began to penetrate her harder and faster, just wanting to ravage her. He was beginning to break a sweat, but being able to pace himself and last longer. Years of training sadly had him able to do this with ease, however when he was with her it was his emotions that would get the best of him.

She truly was his perfect partner. "I love you." He exhaled staring to her eyes.. "So...much."

She wants to wrap herself around him, to pull him deep into her; to make sure that he never leaves. It's a raw, powerful and needful thing. And right now, she can't quite be sure where she ends, and he begins. She feels lost. Intoxicated. But the warm pull of the wine in her veins has dulled almost to the point of inconsequence. This is Finnick now. Everywhere. Driving her mad, but in the best possible way.

"And I love you," she echoes, whisper soft.

A smile forms on his lips hearing her say that. His hips take on a slow rocking pace as he brings himself to lie on top of her so he can passionately kiss her. He just wants this moment to last forever. The two of them connected. He needs her to know he loves her more than anything in the world. The woman who understands him inside and out, who stands by him after everything he's been forced to do, who still loves him despite it all. And together they're both damaged goods, but perfect just as they are.

He kisses the woman he wants to marry one day before pausing simply to admire her. There is more pleasure in being with her than he feels sexually in that moment. She truly is his world.

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i am so sorry i have been so slow lately and made of suck. ilu! <3

Its ok! I'm not much better unfortunately! :-/

slow buddies! o/

Slow buddies FTW!