Very short first chapter, but it's just a sample. Enjoy, I'll hopefully post again tomorrow.
I walk swiftly down the pathway, realizing what I've just done. Whether either of us realized it or not, it was a crime, one that will be looked at as vile and unacceptable. I try to cram the tail of my shirt back into my trousers, my breathing shallow.
It was amazing, I'll tell you that. It's not like she didn't want it, she was provoking me, whispering in my ear, touching my sweet spots. Oh my god brain, please shut the fuck up! I inwardly snap. There's nothing more I want than to go back there and have her a second time, but the words in my head keep returning; she's fifteen, you creep! And you'll be arrested, you sick, sick bastard! If there's one thing the Capitol won't stand it's a minor being with a man like me.
It's not like I'm a forty year old guy unable to keep his dick in his pants, I'm twenty three. I did think I'd scare Annie away with my unusually rough, racy and almost sadist tactics in the bedroom, but she found it elating and "sexy".
Annie is, unlike many girls, un-phased by my status as the Capitol's face of perfection. They used me, and I hope to, one day, spit on President Snow's grave. He's a sick man, making me… You're really going to think about that now?
I heave a sigh, running a hand through my unusually messy hair. I can't help but think that just minutes ago it's her fingers that were in it, tugging and pulling as she cried out. Oh my god. Oh. My. God.
How the hell am I supposed to forget this? Am I just supposed to leave Annie in the dust? I can't do that. I honestly… I like her. I'd make myself sick if I used the word "love".
I'm a victor. Just because I have the riches like the big house and my name on everyone's mind and the ability to never have to work for my food or money doesn't mean I'm happy. I'm alone. God, am I alone. There's this emptiness inside me, this hallow pit in my stomach that can be filled with nothing but Annie, Annie, Annie. I'm not trying to be poetic and deep, that's the truth. She allures me with the sweet and sensitive façade, but totally blew me off of my feet when she kissed me and… I have to stop thinking about it. But the scene is playing in my head like it's a broken record.
She stood there, watching me as I scrubbed my hands clean after helping her scale her fish that she planned to cook her mother for her birthday dinner. Why she called on me, I didn't know at first. When I arrived, she'd looked exquisite in her baby blue cotton dress that'd hugged her middle in just the right way.
She reached behind her, grabbing a rag and walking closer. I stopped focusing on the task at hand, my mind attracted by her soft touch on my neck. Goosebumps rose on my skin and she smiled, using her fingers to stroke the warm skin of my jaw instead of the towel. I turned to her, my hands still wet. She used the rag to dry them for me, never taking her eyes off of mine.
"Uh, Annie…" I breathed, sensing the warmth from her body as her toes came flush with mine. Her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes were wide with innocence. I could feel myself growing hard and was embarrassed that she might see, or worse feel it. Her green eyes never leaving mine, and I felt my chest vibrate, and it took me a moment to realize I was groaning. I had immediately shut myself up, but Annie unmistakably heard, and she smiled at my uncomfortable look I gave her.
"You're definitely not playing by the rules now." I found myself whispering as her hand wandered its way up my torso, stopping at my pec.
"I don't want to anymore." She had growled, attacking my lips with hers. I backed up until my hips hit the hard edge of the wooden counter top. She guided my hands around her, forcing me to clasp them behind her back.
"Oh…" I whimpered as she kissed my collarbone, undoing the first button of my shirt, revealing more of my tender skin. I had never spoken that way to a lover from the Capitol, I was always the one causing the pleasure, and this was foreign to me. Her hands crawled up my back and into my hair, curling into fists, tugging. I moaned at the dull pain, her hips pressing against mine.
Oh shit, I'd thought to myself. She grinded herself against my erection, and I almost melted into her. "Don't tease me." I snapped but she ignored, continuing to do just that. My hands started to drift lower, all the way down to her posterior, and squeezed. She leaned further into me at the touch, biting my bottom lip.
I'm suddenly ripped out of my flashback as someone calls my name. "Finnick!" Someone yells, and I look around for its source, still dazed. As my names hollered again, I recognize it. It's Sephora, a young girl who always used to hang around the pier before I was reaped. I haven't seen much of her since I came back, but she started popping up more lately. She's twenty two now, her figure finally full.
"Sephora." I say, a little surprised as she jogs towards me, smiling.
"Hi Finnick. It's been awhile." She places her hands on her hips, looking up at me.
"It has. You look much older." I try to be friendly but my mind keeps skipping back to Annie. There's a stark contrast between her and the woman in front of me. The fact that Annie was pure and sweet until I took it away is one. I know for a fact that Sephora is not a virgin. I remember some boys sitting at the edge of the dock speaking quietly. They whispered her name, and something about her being drunk out of her mind. I burned red with anger as they told each other they abused the fact she couldn't tell up from down, four of them taking her at once.
"Well I am older. You look handsome as ever, Odair." Her smirk is hard to miss, straight and gleaming. It lights up her face. What if she doesn't remember that night? She walks in a circle around me, tugging on my un-tucked shirt. "In a rush?" She's giddy even though there's a sexy undertone in her voice.
"Seems so. What are you doing down here?" I ask, continuing to walk the path I was on, the question letting her know she's free to follow.
"Just wandering. I stumbled upon you and couldn't help but stop for a chat." She walks along beside me, happy as can be, waving at an old couple sitting on their porch. They wave back, but their eyes lock on me. "Man, you're a chick magnet no matter what age." She sees the woman's eyes on me. I chuckle, watching her small yet curvy frame as she scoots ahead of me since we come upon two trees, wide enough apart only one body may squeeze through. I slide through, seeing her already at least twenty feet ahead.
The benefits of living on the docks all your life is your feet become trusting and sturdy on any ground, though she's much slyer than me. She glances back at me, grinning as she jumps over a puddle. I look back at where I'm coming from feeling like Peacekeepers should be pursuing me, taking me captive after what I'd done.
"Nervous?" She yells from even further ahead, and it shocks me a little how nimble she on her feet. "Do I actually have that effect on you, Odair?"
"Perhaps." I say a little quieter, keeping my hands in my pockets as I walk after her. She waits for me, sporting a grin.
"I have to go. It was great seeing you." She leans forward, rolling onto her tip toes, kissing my cheek. "I hope to again soon." She gives me no time to respond, turning and scurrying off. I touch my face, wishing those were Annie's warm lips. Turning around, I walk back in the direction of the victors village.
It all goes south from there.