A/N: I only ever write Harry Potter things, but hey, here this is. My Hunger Games OTP is Peeta/Katniss, but I cannot get over the idea of Katniss and Finnick. I love him. This is just a drabble that may turn into more later when it's not the first month back at college and I don't have a Dramione story kicking my ass.
Lover I Don't Have to Love
"I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk."-Bright Eyes
"They're gone- for now or forever. One way or another, it's just you and me now, girl on fire."
I can't take my eyes off him as I wait for that feeling that overwhelmed me the first time I met him in the Capitol- utter disgust. I wait and wait, staring into those blue eyes that have captivated all of Panem for years. I wait, and the disgust never shows up.
It will not show up, no matter how long I wait.
This is not Finnick Odair, District 4 tribute and Capital heart-throb, flirting to unbalance me before we fight to the death.
This is Finnick, who only ever loved Annie and risked his life for Peeta and went just as mad as me when the world fell apart.
"What do you have in mind?" I ask, my voice just as tired as my mind. I cannot imagine anything that will numb the pain- erase, even for a moment, all the times Peeta has died for me, all the times Gale and Prim and Haymitch and my mother have been lost forever.
He does not answer.
Or maybe, in the most Finnickesque way, he does.
In that sense, his argument is foolproof, oddly sound for someone as seemingly vapid as Finnick Odair. I don't know why I expected words. Words are not Finnick. Words are Peeta.
But I can't think of Peeta with Finnick's lips pressed against mine.