a/n [Four of five. Finnick/Annie for Iris.]
The afternoon sun hovered over the waves as the girl on the rocks shut her eyes against the world, willing for it to stop just a moment as she got her bearings, her footing, her mind back. Hands clasped against ears, willing away the sound of the cries, of the screams, she didn't hear the soft footsteps behind her, but the contact of skin, a hand, had her eyes opening in surprise. Arms wrapped around her, quickly, gently, and her panic ceased. She knew these hands, his hands.
He whispered a greeting into the shell of her ear, breath warm, and she replied, hands grasping his. When he whispered his affection, nose against hers, he was a met with a kiss, and even the cries of the gulls couldn't reach them anymore.