"How was that? WIll that put a strike through my name on your To Do list?" Annie muses, snuggling up close to Finnick's sweat soaked naked body after he finds his way back between his satin sheets.
Sliding down from where he'd propped himself up against charcoal coloured headboard to rest on the satin turquoise pillows, Finnick hums in satisfaction. Making love to Annie had risen to the very top of his bucket list the day after she came running to his apartment, threw her arms around him and kisses every lonely thought away.
"What about you? Will my name be crossed off yours?" he smiles smugly.
"You're not on the list," she mumbles, resting her head onto his chest and listening to the slow, even beats of his heart. Such a lovely rhythm.
"Ouch!" He cries with fake injury. "Really? You've had no aspirations to do the most eligible bachelor in New York City, Annie Cresta?"
Annie shrugs. Sex just isn't that important to her.
"Well, if I'm not on it. Who or what is?" Curiosity gets the better of him.
"Just what. And…" Annie shuffles until her face is buried deep within the crook of his arm and pillow.
"You can't hide from me, MIss Cresta." Finnick grins, the fingers he has wraped around her torso find the ticklish spot between her hip bone and rips. Making her squirm until her face is flushed and eyes bright with her silent giggle.
"You'll just make fun of me." she pulls out of his grasp and lays flat on her back. However, Finnick doesn't let her far out of his reach; his long, dark fingers crawl up the side of her creamy skin that's exposed to him until he reaches the erect nub from her breast.
"Really? Do I seem like the type to do that?" He quirks a waxed, bronze eyebrow at her.
"Absolutely!"
" I promise I won't."
Annie sighs. "I-I want to go camping. In a tent. But not in a backyard. Peeta talks about the camping trips he used to go on with his Dad out in the woods. That's what I'd like to do."
"Camping...hmm… you've really never gone?" Finnick inquires without a hint a humour in his voice. "It's never too late to go. How about next weekend; think you can get the weekend off?"
"Wait, that's too short notice. And what about the office? Are you okay to drop everything and disappear off the grid for three days?"
He finally lets out a long awaited laugh. "That's the best thing about being CEO."
"Finnick, you're being irresponsible! I can't call into claim vacation days without a weeks notice."
"They can't say no to me, Annie," he cooes seductively and rubs her nipple in gentle circles making her back arch.
Turning to give him a dark look, she is met with Finnick's wide, sea green puppy dog eyes. "Fine." She caves. "Whatever you say, you're the boss."
"Damn right I am." He grins as he places a long kiss to her parted lips.