There is this wonderful little thing that we do in the fandom, and that is on someone's birthday, we write them a drabble. Well, on Tuesday it was my Viki's birthday. So here is her drabble that is a one shot from twisted. Or as I call it, "how Gracie Odair got here".
Happy birthday, sweetie! I hope that it was a wonderful day!
"Finnick," Annie calls. "Peeta is waiting."
She hears his muffled voice coming through the door. "Why do I have to wear this thing?"
"You two decided on this, besides it's to keep the ropes from hurting your junk. Let me see."
The door to Peeta's bathroom slowly opens and her boyfriend of almost a year is standing there. She can't quite place the look in his eyes, until he looks downward. Then she can't keep back the giggle that escapes her lips when she sees what he is so worried about. In the couple of years she has been modeling for Peeta, she has always done it alone. So when Finnick mentioned one day after watching one of her shoots that he wanted a picture of the two of them together- well it only took a heartbeat for the conversation to turn to tying up boy body parts compared to tying up girl body parts.
Peeta's answer to Finnick's concern is what looks like a cross between a speedo and the top of control top pantyhose with the legs cut out. He is still trying to adjust himself when Annie steps forward to help, but he can't stop fidgeting. She pushes his hands away so she can get a good look at his budge. His hands fly back to cover himself and he quips, "Eyes up here, Miss!"
"Ha-ha, you stare at me all the time."
"That's because it's my job. Now let's go find Peeta," he says as he brushes the side of her breast. She is wearing her usual outfit when Peeta does a photo shoot her leather bikini bottoms and nothing else. "You are so beautiful," he says and then steals a kiss.
She blushes at his words and returns his kiss, this time however neither one of them can help themselves when the kisses lead to caresses. They get so lost in each other that they are both startled by the sound of Peeta clearing his throat behind them Annie buries her head in Finnick's chest and loves the rumble that echoes when he chuckles, "One day friend, one day you will meet someone who you can't keep your hands off of."
"That will never happen. Are you two ready?"
"Yeah, let's go," Finnick answers. Annie already knows that Peeta is weary of women, in the couple of years she has known him, he has never had a girlfriend. There was one night, they were drinking a lot of southern whiskey, and after Finnick passed out, Peeta poured out his heart to her. Tales of an abusive mother who never cared, and a father who lost him in the shuffle of life and two other sons. Now Annie can't help but to feel very protective towards Peeta. Like he is a brother she never had, except that he ties her up.
Finnick has a hold of her hand, and pulls her along to Peeta's studio. She knows this routine well, and stands by while Peeta does the final adjustments. It's Finnick who can't be still. She mirrors Peeta's smile when they both watch Finnick literally bounce. "Man, we don't have to do this."
That seems to settle Finnick a little bit. "No, I want to do this."
At his admission, Peeta grabs a skein of rope and loosens it, letting the ends hit the floor. "Finnick, you first."
"Why me?"
"Because I'm going to bind Annie's arms and while she doesn't mind it, it's not her favorite thing. So I'll do that last."
She can tell that Finnick is very nervous, so she steps closer and grabs his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. They both watch Peeta find the bight of the rope as he runs it through his hands. Then he steps into Finnick, putting the middle of the rope behind his neck. Peeta straightens the rope like one would a tie, resting his hands on Finnick's shoulders. "Relax, friend. I'm not going to hurt you."
Finnick exhales, and she can see him visibly relax some, but not completely, as Peeta starts making knots down Finnick's front. Annie knows this chest harness well, so she steps forward when Peeta needs to thread the rope through Finnick's legs.
She drops to her knees in front of him and helps Finnick to arrange himself on either side of the ropes going through his legs. "Now I'm glad you found this." He waves to the area that Annie is working on. "If not, this would be very uncomfortable."
Peeta chuckles. "I just didn't want to see you totally naked," he says as he steps around Finnick, easing the ropes in between his legs.
Annie can't help the giggle at Finnick's face when he feels the rope pressing against the seam of his ass. "It's only weird for a minute."
"It will always be weird," he huffs. Peeta brings the rope up and pulls it through the other rope already at his neck. He then adds more ropes and starts zig-zagging it around his friend's torso. Peeta finishes it off with a neat knot at Finnick's back.
Annie has never really felt one way or another about what they do. It's been a job and a paycheck up until now. But seeing Finnick like this, it makes her want to do bad things to him, especially when Peeta starts another skein of rope at his neck and starts doing a complicated series of knots down Finnick's arms. For some reason, all of those ropes make Finnick look like some Greek God and it makes Annie want him like she has never wanted someone before.
She clears her throat and both men look at her worried. "I'm ok. I just need some water," she says, and goes to find her water bottle. She turns her back to the guys while she takes a big gulp, choking while trying to swallow and spilling half of the water down her naked torso. "Damn it," she swears softly while grabbing one of the rags off of the counter. She looks over her shoulder and offers a silent thank you that they weren't watching her be totally clumsy.
"Annie, my sweet Annie," Peeta calls. "It's your turn."
She turns to answer him as the rope hits the floor. She watches Finnick as he watches Peeta tie her up. In just a moment, with practiced hands the rope is wrapped under her breasts, then over her shoulders until he finishes it off nice and neat.
Finnick comes forward reaching out like he wants to touch her, but Peeta doesn't see him as he gets another bundle of rope bumping into him by accident. "I'm sorry," Peeta apologies. "I didn't see you there."
Annie doesn't miss Finnick's flush. "You are going to add more rope?" he asks.
Peeta grins at the both of them. "I think you'll like it." Then, not for the first time, he starts the rope around her waist and in between her legs.
"Is that one of your suspension ties?" Finnick asks.
Peeta, not even looking up as he twines the rope around her thigh, says, "Yes, you two are going to try something."
"You mean?" she asks, not keeping the excitement out of her voice.
"Yep," Peeta says, straightening up after he finishes the last knot. "We are going to try the sex swing."
Annie can't stop the giggle and Finnick looks at her funny. "What are you talking about? Why are you going to tie Annie into a sex swing?"
"I'm not," Peeta's calm voice prevails. "You are."
She returns Finnick's grin. "Are you ready for this?" she asks.
Finnick nods slowly. "I think so."
Peeta slaps him on the back. "Well come on then." And he starts walking towards the metal suspensions rings he just hung the other day. He's only used them once and that was right after he put them in to make sure they would hold her weight. Then he swung a couple of times to make sure it held him but instead of stopping at the rings, he points towards a black back drop against the antique brick wall. "Finnick, you stand there," he points his friend onto the tarp. He grabs his favorite camera and snaps some solo pictures. Finnick starts posing, some serious, which only reminds her how sexy he can be, and then when he starts being silly, she and Peeta are both giggling along with him.
"Come over here, Annie," Finnick quietly commands.
She walks over to him, not missing how serious he is all of a sudden. Her heart speeds up as he looks at her like he wants to eat her, and she thinks with a smirk, perhaps he does. He holds out his hand, and she steps into him as he claims her lips with a simple kiss. She doesn't miss the way he is watching Peeta over her shoulder. "Show me the suspension tie."
She can hear Peeta raising his eyebrow in his voice. "You are going to do it?"
"I think I can, after all, I was the one who first taught you."
She looks up at him, feeling a little weak in the knees as she usually does when he starts to dominate a little. She wishes he would do it more when she says, "But we never did suspension or these complicated ties."
He looks down at her, his six foot something frame still towering over her five, six height. "Are you doubting my ability to tie ropes?"
"No, Sir. Not at all," she says. "If you think you can do it, then let's do it."
Before she can even think, Peeta is on one side of her, and Finnick is on the other. She just holds her arms up, and out of the way. Peeta starts telling Finnick how to tie and weave the rope around the other rope at her waist. It only takes a minute for the both of them to be done.
Peeta then goes and fetches what looks like a spreader bar, but once she looks at it, she sees the metal hooks at the end of the bar. He hooks it to the ring and then does several pull ups to test how sturdy it is. She chuckles when Finnick has to copy him.
"Now watch, Finnick," Peeta commands as he brings the rope through the ring. Finnick copies him, and Annie can feel herself being lifted ever so slightly off of the floor.
"This looks promising," Finnick murmurs next to her. She meets his gaze and her heart speeds up when she sees him looking at her like he wants to—
Peeta interrupts her thoughts, "Let me take a couple of shots, then I'll leave you two alone."
The lovers don't say anything while Peeta arranges them and then shoots some pictures. Annie is already lost in Finnick's eyes by this point, so when Peeta says, "I'm going to go run some errands." While handing Finnick the safety scissors, Annie can feel her desire growing with every footstep Peeta takes out the door.
They both hear the main door of the studio close behind Peeta and that is when Finnick is in front of her, cupping her face. He studies her for a moment before he mutters, "We are finally alone." Then he starts to kiss her. He starts with her eyes, kissing her lids, then pressing a kiss between her eyebrows. Then he kisses the end of her nose, and barely lifts his lips off of her cheek, he caresses then places light kisses until he follows an invisible trail to her lips.
He is leaving her so weak, that by now, she is glad that she is tied up, because she doesn't think she could stand as she relaxes even more into her ropes. Instead of kissing her, he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and nibbles on it. Goose bumps erupt all over as she sighs into his mouth. Her eyes lazily open and she loves it when his sea-green eyes look at her with as much longing as they are right now.
His eyes don't leave hers, but she feels his hands drift down over familiar trails to her breasts. He doesn't really touch her, but what she feels is a light caress that make her nipples pebble under the promise of his attention. Instead of keeping his promise, he grabs a hold of the ropes supporting her and swings her back and forth.
She wiggles against the ropes. "Touch me, Finnick."
He keeps his hands on the ropes. "Tell me what you want me to do."
She reaches for him, but he steps back, just out of her reach. "I need your hands on me, please," she begs.
He brushes his fingers along her hip, right where her skin meets the ropes, sending sparks of desire dancing along her skin. "You mean like this?" he asks as he barely runs his fingertips over her ribs, lightly tickling her until he cups her breast. "Or do you mean like this?"
He starts flicking her nipple and all she can do is moan into his touch. She reaches out and grabs the ropes crossing his chest and pulls him to her. "You are driving me crazy."
He smirks at her, and says, "And I'm not done yet." As he steps away from her.
"Where are you going?" she asks to his retreating back. He doesn't answer her, but he doesn't go very far either. He reaches into the little refrigerator that Peeta keeps in the studio and gets a piece of ice. She watches him with a hint of a smile on her face and she watches him trying to walk with ropes in places he isn't used to. "Are you ok?" she asks when he comes back to her.
He tries to adjust the ropes but signs in defeat. "I had this whole seduction scene planned out, but I've got to do something about these ropes."
"Untie me."
He looks at her disappointed. "But—"
"Let me down." He loosens the ropes, setting her feet back on the floor. She leaves her chest harness and her hip harness on while she unties his knots.
She giggles at his deep breath when he is free. "Much better," he says.
"Now what?" she asks.
He reaches out and grabs the rope of her chest harness that lies in between her breasts and tugs her to him. "Let's go home," he whispers.
"You want to go home?"
He nods. "I want you in my bed. I don't think Peeta wants us to have sex in his bed, or on his couch, or on his floor, or even on his counter top—"
She interrupts him when she giggles. "I understand. She lifts up her hair and turns around. "Help me?"
In just a moment, he has her ropes loosened. They pick them up, putting them into Peeta's laundry basket that he has for used ropes. Annie and Finnick both know how picky he is and she knows that she will be washing them the next time she is in. Then with a grin on both of their faces, they race to put their clothes back on. He helps her to zip up her sun dress and turns her around in his arms. He doesn't let go of her but asks, "Are you ok with going on home?"
She presses a quick kiss to his lips. While she wraps her arms around him. "Take me home, Finn."
He smiles that smile that she loves so much. "Anything for you." Then they quietly lock the door of the studio behind them, walk arm in arm to Finnick's SUV, and head home.