Only happy when I'm with you [closed]

[knottherapy]

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?"

Comments

slow buddies! o/

[slowlydrowning]

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.

Slow buddies FTW!

[knottherapy]

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.