A/N - So, this time, you get to see what's going on in Finnick's head for a change. The chapter is written all in Finnick's pov. Hope you guys like it! Also, sorry for not updating last week. I'm in the army, and well, Israel was in a war zone for 8 days, and I got in the middle of it, so yeah, I wasn't even home. Hopefully I'll be able to keep with my weekly updates though. Review and enjoy!

The Hardest Part

"Ew, someone, please, shoot the cordial lovebirds", Johanna said as soon as she opened the door wide open and witnessed both of her friends sleeping in each other's arms.
When there was no response from them, Johanna grabbed a pillow from the closet and hurled at Katniss's head, who only shifted in Finnick's arms softly and hummed in peace.

"Get out", Finnick murmured in a low, sleepy voice and stroked Katniss's arm.

"This is my room", Johanna noted and lifted their covers a bit, taking a peak.

"Still dressed? Come on, this is a load of bull-"

"Get out, we'll talk later", Finnick hissed, opened one eye only to glare at Johanna, and tightened his hold on Katniss in a protective move. Johanna only poked Katniss a couple of times on her forehead and bent down to take a better look at her.

"Is she dead?"

"No, she's just having a good night sleep for once, so-"

"Fine, fine, I'll be out of your hair, but only if you tell me juicy later", she winked at him and tiptoed out of the room like a burglar. Finnick cracked a smile and kissed Katniss's hair gently.

Watching her sleep properly was a rare sight, he realized.
Somehow, her hair still managed to smell like pine trees, and he couldn't get enough of the beautiful sight beneath him. His heart ached for her and skipped a couple of bits whenever she smiled. He was far from sure about these new feelings he's been developing, since he was still mourning the death of Annie, his broken heart healing in a slow pace. He did not want to rush or force anything, and whatever it is he had with that certain Girl On Fire seemed to vanish the minute Peeta landed on district 13's ground.
A large pinball-sized spider caught his gaze as it walked towards Katniss on the wall behind them. Finnick grabbed one of the pillows on the bed, careful not to wake her up, and slammed it forcefully on the wall, trying to smash the spider.
The spider seemed to catch it in time, and moved even faster, making Finnick miss.

"Godammit", he hissed between clenched teeth and tried to slam the pillow again when he heard Katniss's murmurs.

"Mmmk… what's with all the movement?" she said with a soft voice, her eyes still closed.

"Uh, nothing, there's this spider I'm trying to-"

Katniss's scream screeched in the room and reached Finnick's ear like a sword, piercing it painfully. He blinked in surprise, and Katniss quickly straddled him, staring at the wall behind her in horror and clenching at his arms in a death grip. Her terrified expression was so funny, he tried really hard to suppress his laughter, but grinned anyway.

"Really? A spider? You've seen people die", he said matter of factly and watched as her expression turned into a glare.

"I know I just… have a thing for… Please just kill it", she said and pressed herself even harder onto him when the spider started moving again.
Finnick groaned softly as he realized she might have pressed a little too hard and his male parts seemed to respond rather quickly. He grabbed the pillow again and hurled at the spider a couple more times until it fell helplessly on the floor, possibly dead or just badly injured. A sigh of relief escaped Katniss's mouth and she rested her head on Finnick's chest.

"Want to talk about it?" he said with a cheeky smile.

"No, just forget it happened", she whispered. As she shifted to adjust her head on his chest, she grinded on top of him slightly and he bit his lip.
He knew it's a matter of time until she'll be able to feel the telltale hardness in his trousers, and decided it might be better to get her off him. The last thing he wanted was it to be awkward between them again.

"Ugh", he fake-growled in pain, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh… I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?" Katniss shot right back up to a sitting position in concern.
Finnick clenched his teeth and tried not to move so she wouldn't feel the ever growing problem right beneath her.
It seemed like he was too late, as she slowly bowed her head down to look at his groin, her eyebrows raised high up with surprise. Finnick took the opportunity and slid up so he could lean on the wall, and she would end up sitting on his legs instead. She was taken aback by his movement, and eyed him suspiciously with a sly smile.

"I'm sorry… was that-"

"My thigh, it still hurts, sorry", Finnick replied quickly. The look of concern was back to Katniss's eyes immediately and she started pulling on his trousers.

"Eh, what are you…"

"Not making you to have sex with me, don't worry. I just want to take a look at your wound", she said and peeled the first half of his trousers off him. Finnick sighed in defeat. There was no way she wouldn't notice now. The obvious tent stood tall and proud in his boxers, and there was nothing he could do about it. And indeed, she noticed, but to Finnick's surprise, she ignored it, and just bit her lip as she looked at it for a slight second. She averted her gaze to the visible wound on his thigh, and traced it lightly with her fingers.

"Looks like it's healing", she said and brought her face back up to look at him.

"Thanks to your sister of course, and well Hayden, she takes care of it for me too", he said and winced at the loss of contact as she quickly jumped off him, standing on the floor with her back to him. He lied to himself when he thought she wouldn't react badly to Hayden's name, but then again, he wasn't really thinking.

"Katniss…"

"Good, I'm glad she takes care of you", she said, her face still hidden from his sight.

"Look, you were gone, and I…" he trailed off when she turned around, and realized it's best if he didn't say anything at this point due to the mixed emotions reflecting on her face. He could not read any of them. Not knowing how she feels wasn't a stranger to him as of late, yet he never got accustomed to the idea either.

"You should go. She must be concerned about your whereabouts." Katniss said coldly and took a couple of steps towards the door, never removing her gaze from his. When he didn't say anything, she simply bowed her head, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Katniss…" he said with a cracked voice and stared at the floor. She hadn't heard him. She was gone.

He pulled and buttoned his pants back up and adjusted his arms behind the nape of his neck.
He had absolutely nothing to offer her. He was a broken man, and that's the last thing she needed as she was broken beyond repair as well. He had nothing to promise, nothing to give, nothing but his broken heart on a platter, and it wasn't her job to fix it, to fix him. He needed to be a better man for his own sake and then for her. He banged his head against the wall softly a couple of times. He might not have a chance at all, and all she might see in him is pure solace and someone to be with until Peeta wakes up or just until they die by an unfortunate circumstance. He decided he's not ready to find out just yet. The thought of her training happily, aiming her precious bow towards stationary targets, running and jumping with Johanna by her side, made him smile. It's what she really wanted all along, he knew. And soon, he was going to join her. He was going to fight for her, and there was no better way to do it than to get in shape and topple Snow's government for the sake of them all.

He got up and stretched his limbs, taking a deep breath in the process. He quickly arranged the sheets on Johanna's bed so she wouldn't assassinate him later. After he placed the pillow on top of the bed, he looked at it with a satisfied look. It looked like it was brand new, and that's exactly what he was trying to make himself feel. He left Johanna's room and walked back his room to take a shower, and then, maybe breakfast.
Yes, breakfast might be good start.