FinnickxAnnie one-shot.
Finnick left his squad, making his way back to his compartment in 13. He cast a glance back to see Katniss and Peeta talking, him for once not trying to kill her. He hated the Capitol for turning Peeta into a mutt. It put a major damper on their plans for the rebellion. Plus Katniss was depressed over it and not thinking clearly.
Finnick's thoughts halted as he closed the door behind him, his gaze softening as it landed on the frail looking girl perched on the small couch, waiting for him. Her bright green eyes wide and round, locking on him. Her small lips curved upwards into a smile, and Finnick took note of how clear her eyes looked today. She was having a good day.
Annie smiled at Finnick, feeling her heart flutter, as it always did. She stood from the couch and launched herself at him, giggling softly when he caught her, stumbling back slightly into the door. She pulled her face down to his, giving him a sloppy kiss. He chuckled and kissed her back before pulling back, tucking a piece of hair behind her hair.
"How was your day?" He asked, his voice much more tender than it usually is. For her only.
Annie smiled again, before speaking, her voice like wind chimes. "It was good. I got scared, though." She seemed to shrink into herself and her eyes instantly began to cloud. A sure sign she was going to have an episode of Finnick didn't keep her calm. "The news scared me."
Finnick frowned and placed his lips on her templt, mumbling to it. "I know, baby. It scared me sometimes to."
The two of them made their way to the couch where Finnick sat, pulling Annie into his side. They curled their bodies around eachother, seeming to fit perfectly, for people so opposite. Finnick's dirty blonde hair, sea-foam eyes, muscular build. Annie's dark hair, green eyes, pale and frail. But anyone could easily tell the two were so far in love, not even Peeta and Katniss's love for eachother could compare.
They sat in silence. There was no need for words with Finnick and Annie. Their hands carrassed and held, their touches soft and loving. Comforting. After a few moments, Annie spoke up.
"Finnick?" She began, her voice hesitant.
"Mhm?" Finnick mumbled, his eyes dropping. The poor guy had been up all day, trailing after Katniss on her 'Assinate Snow Mission'. Finnick dubbed it the ASM.
"When did you realize you loved me?"
Finnick paused. "I'm not sure," He said slowly, having never really put much thought into it before. "I think it was on our third date. The first one was nice. We got to know eachother. The second one was fun, getting to see your playful side." He grinned seeing her blush. "But the third was the best. When snuck up on me and tackled me to the ground." He reached over to brush her hair back from her face, his voice barely a whisper.
Annie glanced at him through her lashes. "So I just kind of, snuck up on you?"
Finnick grinned widely, his eyes dancing. Those were the exact words he had told Katniss, when she had asked a similar question. "Yeah," He said softly, chuckling. "You snuck up on me."