The excuse to go see Aunt Johanna worked like a charm. Finn seemed all too eager to take a walk with me and while we brushed arms, talking about everything from politics to promises for the future, I found myself even more smitten with the beautiful would-be mayor. He confided that his father's past encouraged him to take up politics, which seemed confusing since the first Finnick was a big part of the rebellion. He explained that while his father didn't like the way things were handled by President Snow, the ground rules for the districts he was trying to run was important. People needed to be part of a close knit society that made them feel connected, yet part of something bigger. He explained that each District was a little puzzle piece, small but mighty, one that without its contribution would make the big picture incomplete.

Yes, this man was going to be a great politician. He had quite a way with words, and even more so without them. The kiss he parted with was just on top of my ice cold hand, but its warmth was still sending spasms throughout my body. Pressed against the inside of my bedroom door, I couldn't remove the grin from my still painted lips. I had been so leery to let aunt Johanna play dress up, making me feel like her life-size doll, but in the end it turned out perfectly. I came across mature enough for him to take interest in, and it seemed as though my parents might have even taken a look at me in a different light. All in all, it was a perfect night.

"My God, you sure clean up well."

The voice shook me back to life, forcing my eyes open to look at its owner. Glaring at the disheveled boy sitting on my bed, I couldn't help but smile at his presence. It was late, but not as late as I'd thought the dinner might run to. There was still time to spend with Deen after all.

"Shut up." Grabbing the scarf resting on top of the dresser next to the door, she hurled the soft article of clothing at his face causing them both to laugh as she crossed the room to her bed. Turning to present her back to him, she glanced over her shoulder to catch his attention as if she didn't already have it. "Unzip me, please. I can't reach."

She hadn't had much use for things that zipped in the back, all her clothes pulled over her head or snapped in the front. Unfortunately the dress was too snug to attempt to pull over her head without threatening to tear it, and she was sure Johanna would be fairly upset if something happened to her lovely garment. Holding the front of the dress to her so it wouldn't fall off, her body spasms resurfaced as Deen's finger ran slowly down her bare back. Jerking away, Prue turned quickly to stare at him in disbelief. Was he trying to get a rise out of her or was it merely an accident? Perhaps he had tried to tickle her, hoping to continue their laughter, but whatever it was, it was unexpected.

"Turn around. I need to change." Nodding across the room, she frowned at her friend's unmoving position. Shoving him, she grinned as he simply lay down and continued watching her.

"Oh don't be a baby. How many times have I seen you in just your undergarments? We go swimming practically every day in the summer." Omitting the part of how he has to think of dead squirrels and his mother nagging him to keep from getting too excited, his smile falls as her dress does. He was used to Prue undergarments, not Johanna gifted ones. The lacey fabric that seemed to be just enough to cover the essentials took his breath away at once. Licking over his lips as he stared at her body, Deen didn't even noticed the rapid blush that took over her cheeks.

"I know, I look like a boy in drag, shut it." Taking off a shoe to throw at him, she forced herself to grin. He was right, it was no different than every summer since they were kids. Hell, she had gone topless for a few summers in the beginning, not knowing her flat chest to be any different than his. Taking off the other shoe and the thigh high tights her aunt had also let her borrow, she frowned as she noticed Deen still unmoved. "Hey, what's your problem?"

Grabbing a large t-shirt to pull over her head, she crossed the small space between them and nudged his knees apart to give her space to stand. Reaching down to take his hands, Prue pulled her friend to a sitting position, bringing his face mere inches from her chest. Raising her hands to comb through his shaggy hair, she grinned at the groan it evoked. She loved making Deen a mindless drone, and her the queen with one combing movement over his head. Usually she used it to make him fetch her food or something to drink, on occasion she'd play with his hair long enough to get him to do her homework, but right now, it was her sure fire way of getting answers.

"Mmm.. you." Groaning his reply without meaning to, Deen let his hands move forward, sliding over Prue's bare thighs and around to the back of them. Lifting and jerking her forward in one quick motion, to bring the girls legs to straddle his lap, he let her rest her shins against the mattress before letting go and shooting up to grasp her wrists, bringing them behind her back. He was no idiot when it came to Prue's tactics, despite how easily susceptible he was to her actions. "Don't think I'm oblivious to what you're doing."

Feeling her breathing hitch as she fell on top of her friend, Prue could see her friend's eyes hazing over once more like they had the first night she met Finn. What was it about that look, and her being around another man that turned Deen into some kind of animal? They always wrestled and joked, but there was nothing funny about how he was acting, and while it made her incredibly nervous, there was something very exciting about it.

"What ever do you mean, Mr. Hawthorne?" Raising her newly manicured eyebrow at her friend, she gasped once more as he swiftly flipped her over, sliding her back against the mattress as he pinned her arms over her head with his own. Hearing her own panting before realizing it was happening, Prue's bright eyes searched Deen's face. So it wasn't just Finn who was capable of making her feel alive below the belt. Nervous but excited, Prue lay frozen against the bed, pinned by her best friend, and confused beyond belief as to what was going on. This was her best friend since childhood, how could she possibly want to kiss him right now? Was it the excitement from being with Finn that manifested to desiring the one man she couldn't live without? If she kissed him, there was no doubt it would change things forever between them.

Parting her mouth to protest, Deen took his opportunity and broke the space between them, slowly and firmly pressing his mouth over hers. Keeping one of his hands securely around Prue's wrists, the other eagerly snaked around her waist to pull their bodies together. It was more intense than he'd ever allowed himself to dream, and while he shared her fears of things changing forever, he was hopeful that maybe it wouldn't be a negative change. Of course he was diluting himself in thinking Katniss Everdeen-Mellark's daughter would ever want a boyfriend, but stranger things have happened.

If it were possible, Prue's heart seemed to be racing just as fast as her brain. Talk about mixed signals, her brain was shouting to stop immediately – this was her best friend, not her boyfriend. She was going down a dark path according to her speedy thought process. Her heart was concurring that it was a dark path, but a very exciting one. Who else should you trust with such an important experience than your best friend? The one man that knows you better than you know yourself. Then of course her raging libido that could smack her given the chance for even flirting with the idea of pushing such an attractive man off of her. Still, her brain was ringing loud and clear – what about Finn?

"Finn kissed me." Gasping as her head turned away from Deen's eager mouth, she found herself finally able to breathe again, despite how desperately she wanted the warmth of his lips back. Swallowing hard before taking the strength it took to look back at her friend, she saw Deen's eyes were still shaded with a darkness she couldn't read. He was mad, no doubt, but there was more. "Well, my hand. He kissed my hand. I just thought I should tell you."

"Oh?" His voice was firm, but coated with anger. Oh, he was pissed. Suppressing a shiver as his hands jerked, tugging up on the t-shirt put on only moments ago, Prue's confused but curious eyes searched Deen's face for more. "Where else did he kiss you?"

"Here." Lifting her hands to kiss the tops of both of them, she gave an apologetic nod. Turning them over, his mouth alternated wrists, slowly and graciously kissing the veins on each. Prue had no idea why, but it immediately sparked the most amazing sensation all throughout her body. Shaking her head in reply, like her parents earlier in the day she was unable to find her voice. Allowing him to kiss over her arms and shoulders, her legs twitched under his, her hips moving in attempts to squirm underneath her friend as his mouth found her neck.

"Here?" Dragging his mouth and tongue over her neck, his teeth grazing over her jugular, Prue let her teeth dig into her bottom lip to keep from making a noise. It seemed the more Deen moved, the quicker her breathing got. At this rate, she'd be hyperventilating in no time. Gasping quietly as her back involuntarily arched against the bed, Prue found the strength to jerk her wrists free from the grasp he had taken after disposing of her shirt. Grasping desperately at the head full of dark brown hair, Prue's fingers tugged carefully at it, hoping by holding onto it, she'd in turn hold onto some shred of sanity as his mouth continued to move down her body.

"Hm, did he kiss you here, Prue?" Deen's mouth continued to move, down between the girl's breasts, over her stomach before he found himself on the floor, kneeling against the side of the bed. There was no rhyme or reason as to what he was doing, or why she was allowing it to go so far, but to stop and question it would mean to stop kissing her. After years of dreaming about having his way with her, there was no way he was going to stop now. Forced to stop by no fault of his own, Deen laughed quietly as Prue's legs snapped shut, almost taking his head with them. Watching her jerk to a sitting position with her wide, fearful eyes stared down at him, he knew without her speaking that she was terrified to do anything more than kiss him. He might not be her go-to when it came to girl talk (as if Katniss' daughter did that sort of thing), but he'd been around enough guys to know that every one of them had never gotten near Prue to kiss let alone deflower.

"Prue?" Turning in unison, the two stared at the bedroom door before moving quickly. Deen hurried to slide under the bed as Prue jumped to get her robe and cross the room to rest against her dresser next to the door. Her mom checked on her before bed every night, how could she possibly be shocked by this occurrence?

"Yeah, mom?" Trying to found as normal as possible, Prue rested against the edge of the piece of furniture, her nails digging into the dark wood as she tried to steady herself. Her body and brain were still trying to compute what was going on mere seconds ago, and now there was her mother to death with.

"I wanted to talk to you about tonight.. can I come in?" Doing the best to mask her gasp with a forced cough, Prue stared at the foot of the bed where one of Deen's feet was poking out. A small grin played on her lips at the normalcy of such a thing. Clearing her throat before letting out a natural laugh, Prue grabbed one of her school books off her dresser and threw it at the foot by her bed causing a loud thud, a loud yelp and two sets of laughter.

"Deen's here. It's Saturday, remember?" Hearing a quiet sigh from the other side of the door, she felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips and heart. Her mom was sweet when she wanted to be all mother-daughter and have heart-to-hearts with Prue. Unfortunately at that moment there was nothing sentimental on the young girl's mind. "We'll paint nails and have girl talk tomorrow, I promise."

Smiling as she heard her mom laugh and curse at her, she listened to her knock on Cinnick's door before retreating downstairs. Deen, sensing the coast was finally clear, came out from his hiding place under the girl's bed, albeit a terrible spot for someone so tall to try and conceal themselves. Maybe things could go back to normal after kissing her best friend? She still felt like her playful self, capable of making him laugh without it feeling forced. Resting against the edge of the dresser, her smile faded as Deen stood up. His eyes were still dark again, and while Prue had the speed and space to make her escape, she found herself glued to the spot. She was beyond nervous, but almost equally as excited. Watching her friend with the intensity she would her prey in the forest, Prue pushed herself back to sit on the edge as Deen closed the gap. Untying her robe, the boy seemed dead set on keeping her as bare as possible before dropping to his knees in front of her again.

"Now, where was I?"