A/N: Hello, Hunger Games fanatics! Here's my debut fic. Have fun admiring the general Finnick-ness of it. ;) Reviews, please.
Disclaimer: Me+HG ownership=Zelda references. Zelda references everywhere. Owo
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Secrets
He returns to the bedroom and she's sitting there, a glass of that fancy Capitol wine clutched in her hand. She's swaying slightly, and she smiles absentmindedly as he enters. "Hey babe," she slurs.
"Same to you." The District Four victor grins seductively.
Her lips part as her head tilts to the side. "Yup. Are we…are we g-gonna do this thing?"
He sits on the bed. "Don't rush it, sweetie."
She hiccups. "Do you really…really love me?"
"Oh yeah." He gestures to the expansive room. "When I go back to District Four, I'll think about you every day."
"E-Everyday?" Her eyes are drooping, but she manages to take a sip of wine.
He nods. "Every day, all day. And I'll come back, and the first person I'll look for is…you."
She's had enough to believe him, too. No, he doesn't love her, and he will never come back. She's just a silly, stupid Capitol girl to him, with her neon-green hair, her vibrant pink skin, her too-blue eyes, glazed with the wine. Never mind what position she holds, who she is to Panem. He turns to look her in the face. "Are you ready? Finish your wine."
She downs the rest, and it's easy to see the effect it has on her. Before she even speaks, he knows that she will be loose-tongued. In the morning, she won't remember a thing.
She pulls him into a deep kiss, which he returns, fumbling with the strands of her already-skimpy clothes.
Minutes pass, then hours, and all at once, they are half asleep, or rather, she is half asleep, and he is ready to go through with his plans. He looks her in the eyes, wraps his arms around her.
"So. Andromeda Snow. Tell me what you know about your father," he, Finnick Odair of Disrict Four, victor of the 65th Hunger Games, asks.
And in the darkness of a forgotten bedroom, Andromeda Snow tells him everything.