Glad You Came

I watch, anxious. The sun just can't set quick enough. He's coming, soon. He promised. And he's not one to break promises, right?

"I'll be there when the sun goes down," he said softly.

"Couldn't you come quicker?" I asked. He reached up, cupped my face in his hand.

"Stars never come out before night." And then he was gone.

A knock on the door. I stand, move toward it, but pause at the full-length mirror, checking my hair, makeup, outfit. Perfect.

"Hello, love," he says as soon as I open the door. I smile, let him in. I can tell his mind is somewhere else, but it doesn't matter. All that counts is here and now.

"I'm so glad you came," I say and pour two glasses of wine.

"You had doubts?" he asks.

"No, of course not," I reply. His eyes, emerald and bright, cast a spell on me. And then it hits me.

Finnick Odair is in MY apartment!

Wow.

"You look nice, love." His compliment makes me swoon.

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" I ask, rising off of the couch.

He follows me into my room. I turn off the light and take his hand, leading him to my bed.

I hand him another glass of wine. Here, in the dark, we are invisible. Powerful. Magical.

"Time is slipping away, love." I don't know what this means. That I'm boring? He needs to go. I reach out in the dark and run my hands through his hair.

"Stay with me. I can make you glad you came." These words are the doorway to his lips, and time and space vanish. It is only me and him.

"That was wonderful, love."

"What do I owe you?" I ask.

"Some gossip, one relationship issue, and your biggest fear."

"All that for... this?" I gesture at the bed, at us.

"Yes." I wait for more, some sort of explanation. None comes, so I begin to talk.

"Neetamarie Flax is sleeping with J-J Nichole's fiance. He plans on marrying both of them. I don't know how he's going to do it. J-J is already suspicious. And don't get me started on Bruno Stark. He's dealing morphine under the table to people working in the President's Mansion! There are rumors that Snow himself is an addict, and that's why he hardly makes public appearances.

There's this one guy, Damian Rocks. He's my neighbor. I was hoping he'd see you arrive tonight and leave tomorrow morning, so he'd know that if I was good enough to be with you, I was good enough to be with him."

"You used me to make another man jealous?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, Finnick. I just-"

"Don't be, love. It's rather common, actually."

"Oh," I sigh with relief. The thought of hurting Finnick Odair, breaking his heart, it was exciting and terrifying at the same time.

"And your biggest fear?" he inquires, leaning in. I swallow, summoning it.

"My biggest fear is that one of my heels will break while I'm walking."