This is a small one-shot I've written with a friend of mine. Actually, it's my first fanfic ever finished and consequently my first one-shot. English isn't my first language so I hope you forgive me for any mistakes. I've been kind of obsessed on THG and I felt that I needed to write this, Finnick is sure one of my favorite characters.
Awkward
So here he is, standing just outside the door.
"Hey"
Bet he's used to this.
"... Hi, enter, please"
He entered and I picked up something to drink.
"Do you want me to know your name?"
"It's not needed" I didn't know it was that awkward.
For some seconds, he stood there, staring at me. I kept wondering what would happen and nothing came to me.
Then out of the blue he kissed me. He really surprised me. His lips were soft, but a bit salty. It tasted like sea.
He sure kissed well, but it was far from passionate, it felt like it was a duty for him, a very well-executed duty, indeed.
We separated and I gazed into those deep blue eyes. They showed nothing. There wasn't happiness, sadness, or anger... Just emptiness. But why would it matter? I took him by the hand and walked to my bedroom.
He took off his clothes and I kept staring at his body. He looked at me as if he was waiting for me to do something and I realized that my dress was supposed to be on the floor.
I tried to unzip it, but it got stuck, such is my luck. He noticed my embarrassment and helped me, his warm hands running through my body as the dress fell down, I was left only in my undergarments, and I was already blushing.
He kissed me as he drove me to the bed and I could feel his body responding to our touch. He took off all the clothes that were left in me and I could feel his naked body against mine.
I couldn't tell about his emptiness anymore. All there was in this world was our bodies moving together and the fiery feeling inside me. I wouldn't care about his duty, I wouldn't think, I wouldn't do anything but feel. He was hard against me, and that felt way too good.
"I want you" I gasped
"I know. That's why I am here" he said as he entered me.
It was kind of rude but it didn't make me less horny. I put my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. I could feel his hot breath in my neck as he moved inside me.
I know he's used to this. There wasn't anyone that could make me feel what I was feeling. I crossed my legs in his back when I felt he was given into pleasure.
One name came to my mind and it was enough to make me in tears. Tears as salty as the lips of the guy thrusting into me.
"Finnick, oh Finnick, I shouldn't have done that. He deserved to live."
I don't even know if he heard me, but it felt lighter than before. He had no reaction, he just continued on offering me unimaginable pleasure.
I crossed the edge before him, but I heard as he said a name on his last thrust, just a name.
"Annie."