Just a reminder: Hunger Games: Finnick & Katniss Pairing Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)

My eyes dart frantically look into the Presidnet's icy cold ones but looks away just as fast. Hide it. You're better than this Katniss. It will be ok. I can feel Finnick's stare on me and I fake another smile, flirtatiously mocking Snow.

He coughs and confidently announces, "Let's focus on dinner, hmm?" Then, Finnick and I notice a group of Aunuxes carrying covered silver platters, we were so fixated on Snow that the rest of the world seemed to have froze still. Such a chilling magic trick.

They set the plates in front of the three of us, leaving no space untouched by a silver dish. There was some kind of baked fish, a purée of fruits. Next to that was braised pork and vegetables near a bowl of steamy beef stew. He is mocking us again but I ignore it, I will never get sick of the beef stew here. In the center of this all laid an unopened, clear bottle of fine vodka.

"Help yourselves," Snow calmly hums while Finnick and I reach to take some of the dinner. I grab nothing but beef stew and Finnick eats two of everything. I really hate the Capitol but god I love their food. We are all eating now and I am trying to not think of how bad of a situation this is, so I bring up Rosie.

"You're granddaughter is lovely," I mumble while stuffing stew down my throat.

He chuckles darkly, "Oh thank you, she takes after me." Finnick and I exchange a glance knowing full and well no other kid that age would be that fucked up if they weren't related to President Snow.

Finnick playfully laughs back and goes, "She has your icy complexion, right down to the soul." I hold my tongue but Finnick sends him a smirk as Snow scowled back. When I see Snow I think of Jack Frost, not because he is ice but because his personality is very, very cold.

Snow takes a spoonful of the mushy fruits slob and looks at us with captivating eyes; speaking in a hushed tone,

"You two will be escorting during the next hunger games," he takes another spoonful, "Don't worry, you'll both be able to watch the Games." I sigh a little knowing Finnick and I are both safe from harm for now.

Finnick speaks up and charmingly contributing to the conversation, "Oh yes Katniss! You get the best seat in the house, some days you're in the crowd, others in the training area, and so on.." He fauxly tries to sound confident but it doesn't fool me, "Escorting during the Games was how I first fell in love with you," I remember him telling me how he saw me ride down his screen, lighting up the arena the opening night. I notice Snow's lips curl up a bit when Finnick mentioned the words falling in love. Yes, because this is all a joke to him.

Wait, I just thought of what Rosie said now… Snow made him fall in love with me. No, he loves me because he always loved me… He loves me because we have nobody left. He fell in love with me when he… Loved Annie.

"To think a whore could ever fall in love," Snow takes the words right out of my mouth. It stings a bit and obviously hurt Finn so I lovingly stare into his oceanic eyes and say,

"Nonsense, I still remember the moment my heart skipped when you offered me some sugar," I have no idea if I am actually talking about the Games but he smirks, catching the subliminal message underlying my words.

Snow begins to chuckle then adds, "Oh, Katniss you are just so sweet, I could just eat you up," while biting his lip. I realize what he just said and find myself clawing the bottle of vodka.

"Allow me," the icy voice purrs. Finnick's eyes are starting to shake but I ignore it and accept his drink. Anything to make this night go by faster. While Snow is talking I picture him melting into goo, sinking away and disappearing forever.

"Don't you think so, Miss Everdeen?"

"U-Um yes," what did I agree to? Finnick laughs and pats Snow on the back, well at

least it wasn't anything bad then I guess. I pour a second glass; seeing Snow's eyes analyze my every move. Then he stops and sits up, lifting Finnick's chin with his index finger, and letting his nose touch his, "Pick her up, it's time we get going." Snow walks ahead and I take my final chug from the elegant glass before being slung over Finnick's shoulder. He does not even look up when he is walking, he knows the steps by memory… bad memories.

I can feel Finnick begin to shutter at every step, "Please don't forget I love you."

I hold back the tears from my cracking voice and mutter, "I won't."