Wearing a light blue sundress, I step out the classroom and into the radiant sun of the afternoon, where Finnick Odair was waiting. Unable to hold myself back, I run to him, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him. His hands are on my waist, and we are alone. My hands tangle in his hair and he slowly backs me up, until I run into something. He bends me over his car, still kissing me deeply, and I wrap my sun-tanned legs around his waist. He groans and I can feel his arousal pressing against my center. Removing his lips from mine, he kisses my jaw, my neck, then brushes tracks of fire down my collar-bone and chest—
"KATNISS! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED, YOU"RE GONNA BE LATE!"
I wake with a start and sit up, and am immediately hit in the face with a pillow. Attempting to look serious, I glare at Johanna, who is already preparing to throw another. Seeing my disgruntled face, she doubles over laughing.
"You ruined a good dream!" I growl.
She jumps on to my bed next to me, eyes wide.
"Ooh, you and Finnick doing the dirty huh? No wonder you were upset that I woke you up!"
Putting on a blissful smile, she cries out "Oh, Finnick! Finnick!"
Then she looks back at me, a devilish glint in her eyes.
"Was I close?"
I snort and shove her away from me. She rolls all the way off the bed, cackling madly. She stands up, and then says,
"Weren't you supposed to meet him at his apartment at 12:30? Cause its twelve right now."
"Shit!" I exclaim, and jump off the bed.
Johanna eyes me as I rush around the room.
Thank goodness I took a shower after last night…
When she sees my hesitation in the face of my closet, she walks over to hers and takes out a cerulean blue sun-dress. I gape at her. How did she know?!
"Here, wear this." Then, seeing my expression, "What's that look for? I'm trying to help!"
"I know…but that's what I was wearing in my dream."
She snorts, "By the way you were moaning, I would've thought you weren't wearing anything in that dream of yours."
I glare at her, but take the dress and pull it on. She laughs again, and she looks so carefree at that moment, that I let her do my make-up. I leave my hair down, I want to know what Finnick thinks of it down, he's really only seen it up.
Several minutes later I am walking down to the parking-lot where my car is parked, when I spot Peeta out of the corner of my eye. He's walking quickly towards me, and when I glance in his direction, he breaks in to a run.
"Katniss! I want to talk to you!"
I ignore him, I don't have time for him right now, and Finnick is waiting for me. I quickly open my car door, slip inside, and leave him in the dust.
Following the directions in Finnick's spiraling handwriting, I find his apartment easily.
After checking in the mirror one last time, I take the key from my purse and stare at it. I've painted it a light green which reminds me of his eyes, so I won't forget which one it is.
Kissing me one last time in front of my dorm, he presses a key into my palm, and whispers, "I want you to have this, Katniss. Meet me at my apartment tomorrow. "Are you sure?" I whispered. "Absolutely." He says, and then kisses me deeply one last time.
Gripping the key rather tightly, I walk up the stairs, find his apartment, and open the door. I expect him to be waiting for me, but his couch is empty. I listen, and then chuckle when I hear the shower running.
Creeping over to the curtain-surrounded shower, I pull aside the curtain to reveal a completely naked Finnick Odair. He has suds in his hair and one slides down his chest as he jumps and turns towards me.
"Katniss?!" He splutters.
I laugh. "I take it you weren't expecting me."
"I was! But this would be the first time I was hoping you would be late. I woke up at 12:15...But you can join me if you want."
Before I can respond, he pulls the curtain aside, and pulls me in, dropping my purse on the floor, I shriek, managing to keep my balance as the stream of water his my body.
"No fair!" I shout. Johanna will be pissed about her dress…
He laughs. We stand under the stream. I take off my shoes, and throw them out. Then, gazing at Finnick all the while, I peel off my now soaked dress, and throw that out too. Finnick's eyes have gone dark with lust. Grabbing the soap, I tell him to turn around, and when he obeys, I start with his shoulders and work down.
I finish his back, and he turns around.
"Katniss." His voice is husky, and I catch a glimpse of his lust filled eyes, before his lips are on mine. Ignoring the fire burning within me, I pull back, push the curtain back, and jump out of the shower. I grab a towel from a rack on the wall near the shower and run from him, giggling madly. He chases me, and catches me near the corner of his apartment with the fridge. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me with such passion that I have no choice but to respond in kind.
My fingers tangle in his hair, and I back up until the small of my back hit's his table.
Kissing my neck and chest, his skilled hands unclasp my bra. He takes one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking and biting lightly at the tip, and I cannot help the moan that escapes me at his actions.
His free hand roams down my stomach, then to my hips, where he takes the soaked fabric of my panties, and pulls them off, his mouth only leaving my breast to instruct me to lift my feet.
Having completed that task, he runs his hand up my thigh, while his lips return to mine. I gasp when I feel his fingers on my exposed clit. I cry out as he slides two fingers into me. He smiles against my mouth, then withdraws his fingers, and pulls away from me.
Taking his very hard member in his hand, he guides himself into me, and we moan collectively at the feeling of being joined.
"My, Katniss." He hisses, pumping in and out of me slowly.
My fingers tangle in his hair.
"Fuck me, Finnick."
He responds immediately, sliding in and out of me faster now. He uses one hand to hold me steady, and the other rubs my tight bundle of nerves.
He bends down and kisses me, his lips create a fire in my body, and it isn't long before my orgasm roars through me with all the heat of an inferno.
He soon follows, groaning against my mouth as he does. He pulls out of me, and lifts me off the table, and into his arms. He carries me to his bed.
I have time to notice the light blue color of his sheets before his arm wraps around me from behind, and pulls me to him, and I drift off into the most restful sleep I've ever had.