Katniss POV

I sit in the warm water of the roomy bathtub. My knees are curled up against my chest and the water is resting calmly around my body, gently lapping up at my body. Being in the Capitol, I rarely bathe rather than shower, but tonight feels different. Usually, the tributes only stay in the Capitol for 3 days. But, it's the Quarter Quell, so we have to stay here longer... almost 9 days. This one stated that the tributes were to be chosen from the "existing pool of victors.".

I move my hand over the motion sensor on the wall next to the tub, and as soon as it picks up the movement of my hand, a panel slides over, and a bunch of buttons are exposed. I press a combination of the shiny silver buttons, and shampoo squirts out of a nozzle in the wall. There's enough room to put your head under it, so the shampoo lands right on your scalp, but I don't find lathering it into my hair on my own to be as much of an inconvenience as the Capitol people might find it.

I sigh as I reach out for a good amount of the rosy pink shampoo. It smells like ginger and apricot...with a touch of roses. I feel repulsed by the scent of the roses, since not too long ago President Snow was in my house in the Victor's Village in District 12, hissing in my face, basically forcing me to act as if I'm breathlessly in love with Peeta. If I didn't, he would kill my family, and most likely Gale's. I can't get that moment out of my mind. The moment I realized the scent of blood, almost drowned in the scent of his genetically altered roses. No real rose smells that strong.

I push those memories out of my head and finish washing myself. I step out of the warm tub, and grab one of the soft and fluffy navy blue towels on the rack in the bathroom. The second the cold air meets my warm skin, goosebumps race up my arms, and down my legs. I stand in front of the dryer. It looks like a vent, except slightly larger and in the middle of the wall. I press a few buttons, also concealed by a motion sensor panel, and the warm air completely dries my body and hair in almost a minute's time. My dark hair falls in waves over my shoulders. I stare at my reflection for a few minutes, before proceeding to put on some of the clothing that could be found in the dresser across my temporary room.

I open the drawers to find a silken nightgown, dark blue with even darker blue flowers embroidered at the very bottom of the gown. It just about hits my knees, and the sleeves are short. I put on some dark blue slippers and sit at the edge of my bed. I wonder about Peeta. Have I hurt him that badly? I haven't heard from him or even from Haymitch in a few hours. I guess instead of lecturing me after storming off at dinner, he decided to let me be alone. Peeta shuoldn't have found out about the kiss with Gale. It wasn't intentional... I didn't stop it, so maybe it was. I'm not sure. Oh, Gale, is it rude of me to not have him in my thoughts until now? Would Peeta be mad if he knew I was trying to hide it from him? I don't know. All I know is that I'm too confused to think about it, and too awake to sleep.

I've already met some of the other victors at the parade. It's weird to think that I actually long to socialize with someone right now. Especially another tribute. But almost all of us have a common enemy, and I guess that brings us a little bit closer. One of the victor's I had met that night was Johanna Mason. She was...feisty. She stripped down in the elevator I was in. I shove the thought of talking to her out of my mind, because if it isn't awkward enough that she had been standing in front of me without any clothing on, I was never good at girl talk. I also met Finnick Odair that night. He was... flirtatious, charismatic, and he just seemed arrogant and narcissistic. I could tell that wasn't the real him. He had something else under his outer shell, but I didn't feel like addressing that in public, because he probably wouldn't have admitted to it.

I already know the room he's in, because he mentioned it to me at the parade. Will he think it's weird for me to come knocking? As soon as that thought came, it disappeared, and I stopped caring about what he may think of me. Though, I am expecting a sarcastic comment when he answers the door. I find his room and knock a few times, quiet enough so nobody around would hear, but enough so he would. He opened the door in nothing but a navy blue t-shirt that looked a little too big, and boxers. He looked a little confused, maybe even a little relieved to see me, but his face hid those feelings and put forward a different look. It was a smug one. "Here to take me up on those sugar cubes?", he said with a smirk. There's the sarcastic comment. "Very funny, Odair.", I reply. He smiled a little bit and opened the door so that I could come in.

"If you're not here for sugar, are you here to tell me your secrets?", he said, a little less sarcastically this time. "I'm here to talk to someone." I say blankly, "Being in the Games makes me forget that I'm human. I need to talk to people and communicate too.". He looks at me with understanding. "What made you pick me to talk to? Why not Peeta? You two are engaged, am I wrong?", He taunts. "We are." I bite my cheek. "I just don't think he really wants to talk to me right now. You seemed approachable. If I'm wrong I can leave.." I start. He puts his hand up, "I need someone to talk to too." He says, a little more seriously than I've ever heard him say.

I look at him, examining him. His bronze hair is messy, but in a kept way. I can see glints of red that shine in the light. The loosely fitting t-shirt almost fits him because of his build. He's not extremely bulky with enormous muscles, but he's athletic. His muscles are definitely big, however. His famous sea-green eyes have a small sparkle to them. I wonder why I never noticed his muscles. I bring my attention back to him. I bite my lip. "What's bothering you, Odair?" I say with a joking tone to it, to make him a little more comfortable. He smiles, and sits down on the big bed in his room. He leans against the back of the bed, and motions me to come sit with him. I sit on the edge of the bed, because I haven't warmed up to the thought of being next to him in bed. He entangles his fingers while he thinks.

"Finnick?" I ask. He looks up at me. "I left a girl back in District 4. I don't know how to feel about her anymore. There's a good chance that I won't make it out. She needs someone. I told her to move on and find someone who can care for her, or to wait for me. I'm just a little confused." Why is he being so honest with me? He can't possibly trust me. "I-I'm sorry." I stutter, not knowing how to react. "It's fine, Girl on Fire.", the corners of his mouth twitch up in a smile, and he bites his lip. I start blushing. Why are my cheeks so warm? The thought of him noticing me blushing embarrasses me even more. I think he noticed, because he chuckled.

I sit closer to him now, more comfortable after he was honest with me. We talk for about an hour. Little things, what it's like back home, what it will be like after these Games, the Capitol people indulged in their money and fashion... I guess the comment about the girl he left back home was a spur of the moment thing, because before I know it, he's back to his sarcastic self.I laugh at a snarky comment he makes. I feel happier than I have the whole time I've been in the Capitol. He leans in close to me, inches away from my face. My eyes open a little wider, because now I'm alert and surprised at the swift movement he made that ended up with him in front of me.

I'm little nervous. That's when he kisses me. I hesitated, but I kissed back. I didn't know what else to do, I felt a longing for this. But why? I have Peeta, Gale and now Finnick? I don't need any more problems... but his kiss is warm, it sends tingles up my spine. He pulls away, just to look me in the eyes and come back in and kiss harder than before. His tongue forced its way into my mouth but I didn't protest. He kisses so passionately, like it was his job. The kissing made me feel a warmth in my stomach, traveling up my spine, replaces the tingles. The Finnick Odair is kissing me right now. Why does it make me feel accomplished? I shouldn't feel that way. I have other problems. . .

His hands travel up my body and he feels me up and down. I wrap my arms around him, marveling in the feeling of his muscular back, and then he flips me on to my back and gets on top of me. I'm confused. What made him want me? Does he want me? Why me? His voice interrupts my clouded thoughts. "What?" I ask, almost impatiently. "Your gown..." He starts, but I already knew what he was going to suggest. I sit up so i could easily slip the gown over my head and onto the floor. He undoes my bra in one deft movement, and before I can even blink, his shirt's off too. He gets back on top of me and moves his head down to my neck, kissing gently. I stifle a small moan, and he takes that as an invitation. He licks at my neck and starts passionately kissing me there as well. He's rubbing me over my panties, also silk, and breathing heavily.

Things obviously heat up, and next thing I know, I'm grabbing at his manhood, hard and warm. When did his boxers come off? It's leaking at the tip a little bit, and I bob my head up and down on it, with his hand entangled in my hair and his breath coming heavily. He stops me, flips me over and licks my.. lower area. I can't even think straight at this point. All I'm thinking of is how good he's making me feel. "Damn, you taste fucking great." He says with a smirk. He inserts a finger in me, then two and continues to pump in and out all while licking me. I grab his messy hair. "Oh...Finnick.." I moan. He stops and looks up at me with a smug look on his face.

He gets up and pushes himself inside me. I never knew someone could make you feel so good. This isn't like anything with Peeta or Gale, although I've only kissed either of them. Finnick Odair has my virginity. He pumps in and out of me, and I feel nothing but pleasure. He moans a little bit and bites his lip. "Katniss, you feel amazing..." He groans. "Finnick..." I moan. He starts to go harder, I moan louder and so does he. We're looking into each other's eyes now, and his flicker with something different. A mixture of feelings I know all too well. Confusion, and pain. As soon as I notice it, it's gone. Pain? Confusion? Is this just a way for him to cope with the confusion? It must be what I'm doing too. I push the thought away and focus on the pure ecstasy I'm feeling. He throws his head back, I gasp and dig little pale crescents into his back with my fingernails. He moans louder than before, and I scream out his name.

Before I know it, there's a burst of warmth inside of me, and we're both panting and out of breath. I feel a pang of guilt, as I should after doing such an vent with Finnick Odair of all people, especially instead of Peeta. He hands me a towel and we silently clean up the mess. I find my clothes scattered across the floor, and run to the bathroom to dress myself. Upon leaving I approach him and hiss into his ear, "If Peeta finds out about this, I will never forgive you." His eyes darted to the side. and back at me. Why should he be afraid of me not forgiving him? We don't know each other extremely well anyway. We haven't been long-time friends or anything.

I go towards the door, feeling a little more than embarrassed as he calls out "Until next time, Girl on Fire.." In a sarcastic tone, obviously just trying to taunt me. The interviews are tomorrow, so I have to have a good night's rest. I don't see that I will get much rest tonight, considering the events that just occurred less than 10 minutes ago. Events that were the result of two guilty and confused people. He acted so sure with his sarcastic comment upon my leaving but I know all too well, and he does too, that it didn't happen just for fun. It was to cover up the pain and the anger that we both have hidden deep inside of us. That we dare not tell anybody about.