White Space
I woke up in a white space. I looked around trying to find out where I was. The last thing I remembered was my sister's gray eyes widening and a bright flash coupled with a searing pain. So I did what Katniss used to do. My name is Primrose Everdeen. I am 15 years old. My sister won the 74th Hunger Games and the Quarter Quell. She is the Mockingjay. My mother is a healer…and a widow. Panem is at war. Peeta is-My thoughts were interrupted as another voice started speaking.
"Are you okay?" The voice was male with a slight hoarseness. The sound was probably caused by too much screaming or salt water or a mixture of both.
"Hey Finnick," I replied tiredly.
"Prim? What happened? Where are we?" He fired off the questions one after another.
"Yes it's me. We're both dead." After I finished speaking, I was filled with an unexpected rage. "What are you doing here?! You're supposed to be protecting Katniss from Peacekeepers and mutations!" Turning around during my rant, I started hitting his chest, his arms, anywhere I could reach.
He grabbed my wrists and prevented me from abusing him further. "How do you think I feel?! I left Annie and my unborn child! I left my parents! I left Katniss and everyone else that I care for!"
I could feel the anger and tension building up. I didn't do anything to stop it though. Instead I spat out, "I left my mother! I left my life! I was supposed to be a doctor and I was supposed to have a family!" After my outburst, the tension and anger stirred together in a volatile pheromone reaction. There was a moment of silence that sparked it. I don't know who moved first but I do remember that his lips were on mine in an angry, ferocious kiss. Teeth knocking together, lips being bitten. Bruises and bitemarks created on our necks and somehow our clothes ended up around us. After teasing, pinching, licking and sucking, he entered me. The pain, it felt as if I was being stretched and torn in two. Soon though, the pain turned to pleasure as he started moving. Thrusting in and out in a rapid pace, I felt my coil get ever so closer to springing. He was getting erratic and sweat was on our brows. As my coil sprung, so did his. We pushed our lips together in an attempt to stifle the sounds coming from our mouths.
When we came down from our highs, we got up and gathered our clothes. Sharing one last glance, it read, 'This isn't that last time this will happen.'
A/N: I have no idea where this came from. Will most likely stay a oneshot unless someone asks me to elaborate upon it. So this is like, my HG OTP. Please no flames. If you don't like it, don't read it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Thank you for reading! Bye Lovelies! Here are the ages for reference-
Prim: 15
Finnick: 17
Katniss: 17
Peeta: 17
Edited: 5/18/2014