A/N: I still don't know guys. Why is my Peeta so angry? ; - ;


The Baker and the Whore

Scene: After Finnick revives Peeta, the group stops for a rest. Katniss goes hunting.

"When I watch you, I wanna do you right where you're standing.
Right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view
Of the whole ghetto. The boots stomp meadows, but we ignore that.
You're lovely, baby. This war is crazy. I won't let you down.
"

-Say Anything


I'm getting pretty fucking tired of owing Finnick Odair.

Between teaming up with Katniss, swimming my useless ass to shore, and giving me the kiss of life or whatever the hell that was, the odds are slowly stacking in his favor. Within a day I'll probably have to promise him my imaginary firstborn son or something just to put a dent in my lifedebt.

And it doesn't help that he's playing my "Katniss is pregnant" strategy better than she and I combined. That's bullshit, too. Excuse me, Mr. Perfect-Ass Odair, for being a bit too busy drowning and being electrocuted to remember my fake baby.

And here we are now- Katniss off hunting for water, Mags weaving grass huts or something, and Finnick watching me like a hawk from a few feet away.

No.

Not a hawk. Hawks are cool. Hawks just kill and eat things; they don'tvisually fuck their prey's brains out.

It's making me restless: throw a nut against the force field, catch the rebound, peel it, place it on the leaf, look up at Odair, receive eye-sex. Repeat.

As I start cracking what must be nut number 500, I wonder how amused the rest of Panem is by Finnick's prickish behavior. Everyone in the Capitol is probably rolling in their fucking seats, creepy-ass bastards.

Another thought that enters my mind: what would Haymitch want me to do? Is it good to ignore Finnick, or should I indulge him? Would that somehow lead to sponsor's sending us food and water?

I finish peeling the nut and glance up at Finnick. He licks his lips predatorily and winks at me.

Food and water be damned. There's no way in hell "Finnick Odair's plaything" is going to be listed as one of my final accomplishments. My face easily fixes into a scowl- I don't think I've ever scowled in my whole life as much as I have during the past day in this fucking arena- and I go back to throwing nuts at the force field.

When I hear Finnick's trademark oh, silly little baker chuckle, I bite my tongue and do my best not to start throwing the nuts at his head.