Hanna: Capitol

After speaking to Aria, Mike, and Spencer about being allys, Finnick offers to walk me to my room. Of course, I say yes, and we slowly walk back with our fingers entwined. I sigh as I move closer to his warm body.

"Finnick." I whisper. "I'm scared about all this Hunger Games talk." He reassuringly squeezes my hand.

"I know you can do it, Han." He soothes. I frown and my eyes mist with tears.

"I can't do it, Finnick. I will miss you too much." I say, my voice cracking as we advance forward.

"You can, Hanna. You are the most beautiful girl I know." I see the faint grin on his face. I can't help but choke out a half-laugh half-sob in response. I rub the moistness off my cheeks with the back of my hand. Finnick stops walking in the middle of the corridor and turns to look upon my face. He cups my face in his hands, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs. His eyes flit across my features before speaking. "Listen, Hanna, I know you can make it. You are a strong and beautiful woman." I blush a bit at his compliment and he brings my hands to his mouth.

"What does being beautiful have to do with fighting? Besides, I think we were kissing more than training." I point out. Finnick chuckles, kissing my fingers.

"It has nothing to do with fighting, Hanna, but it could get you some nice gifts in the Arena. Hmm?" He murmurs in response. "And I believe you are correct, we probably kissed more when you should have been training. Benefits of a Mentor, I suppose." I look behind him at the door along the wall.

"Hey, it's my room." I say. "You wouldn't mind staying for a while, would you?"

"Not at all, my Darling." He grins. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around me and he picks me up bridal style. I giggle at his sudden eagerness. He turns the knob with a hand, careful not to drop me, and pushes his way into my room. Unexpectedly tired, I yawn and wrap my arms around his neck, taking in his scent.

"Can you run a bath for me, Finnick?" I murmur distantly.

"Of course, Han." He replies. Finnick carries me into the bathroom and sets me on the edge of the tub. I watch as he turns the knob and runs the water until it is warm. I begin to tug my shirt off, leaving me in my lacy baby pink bra. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Finnick grinning like a fool as I toss my shirt onto the floor. I turn to face him, a smile appearing on my face as well. Next thing I know, I lean into Finnick, grabbing his shirt collar between my fingers and planting my lips on his. I feel his grin deepen as he wraps his arms around my bare torso. I tug at his shirt, wanting it off. He obliges, pulling it over his head, momentarily breaking the kiss. As soon as he backs off I am instantly hungry for more, slamming my lips on his once more. I loop my thumbs in his belt loops, wanting him desperately to shed his pants as well. Slightly toying with his belt loops, he gets the hint. Once again, Finnick pulls away. He grins at me mischievously. "You don't want that, Han." He answers slyly. I moan a bit in protest and bite my lip.

"Come into the tub with me, it's a big tub." I watch as he playfully rolls his eyes. I smile, satisfied, getting up to lose my sweat pants. I climb into the tub with just my undergarments on and beam at him as he discards his slacks in a pile on the bathroom floor. He climbs in and I immediately tug him into a kiss. Finnick pulls me into his lap and we sink farther into the warm running water. Blindly, he turns the knob and shuts it off so the tub doesn't overflow. He loops his arms around my waist again. My hands tangle themselves in his golden hair, much like my own. Our kiss deepens as we relax into the water. I accidently let out a small groan and he chuckles. Finnick pulls me closer to him, my chest pressed against his own toned torso. I squeeze my eyes so stars appear, hoping everything could just go away. So it can be just Finnick and Hanna. Hanna and Finnick.

My fantasy is quickly shattered as a knock on the door awakens me to reality. I break our make out session and groan in protest. He gives me a reassuring smile and I stand up. I grab a pink towel for myself and hand one to Finnick. I dry my legs and wring out my hair when the person knocks once again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I call, agitated that my alone time with Finnick was cut short. As I walk to the door, I quickly wrap the fluffy towel around my body. Reaching for the handle, I fling the door open. Aria, her brother, Spencer, and another girl stand in my doorway. Aria opens her mouth to speak but notices me wrapped in a towel. Her eyes flutter behind me, seeing Finnick with his borrowed pink bath towel wrapped snug around his waist.

"Ah… I didn't know you had… company." She murmurs, her eyes wide. I step to the side, gesturing with my arm.

"Come in." I answer, pressing my lips into a thin white line. They shrug and stumble inside, sitting down on my bed. I momentarily turn to Finnick.

"Can you drain the bath water, Finnick?" I force a smile. He nods curtly and disappears into the bathroom. Aria leans forward, trying to sound quiet and secretive.

"Did you two…" The idea dawns on me and I quickly shake my head. "No, no. Of course not!" I say with wide, innocent eyes.

"It's better that way, Han." She replies. My blood boils, only Finnick calls me that.

"Don't call me Han." I snap, narrowing my eyes.

"Sorry." She mumbles, turning away. I sigh, defeated.

"What did you need?" I finally ask. She sits straight up again.

"This is Emily, she is a part of our group." Aria explains gesturing to the girl with the bandage wrapped tightly around her head. I pinch the bridge of my nose with my forefinger and thumb and close my eyes.

"How many allys do we have total?" I exhaustedly say. Aria glances around at the other girls and her brother.

"Mike, Emily, Spencer, you, and me." She replies.

"I'm not teaming up with you guys." Spencer whispers. "I told you. Toby offered to protect me."

"Oh yeah…" Aria mutters. "I still don't think he is trust worthy." I remember back when Toby helped me to identify different types of bugs. I go red in the face at the memory. Although, I wasn't going to say anything because Finnick, the man I love, is standing right beside me.

"Whatever, it's her choice." I snap again. Then I sigh again for snapping at my allys.

"Okay… anyway… So what has everyone been training for?" Aria sighs.

"I know how to tie knots." Mike puts in. "Plus I can reel in the ladies." I roll my eyes in synch with Aria. So ignorant.

"So he can make traps to catch game." Aria interprets.

"And reel in ladies." Mike coughs. She ignores him the second time, moving on the next person.

"I can throw knives." Emily says timidly.

"Good for long distant attacks." Aria murmurs.

"Plus the weak bow and arrow usage." Emily inserts.

"We can use you for a back up archer." I take in a breath as I prepare for my turn.

"Master knot tier and eh… I can identify edible bugs." I say blandly. Aria scrunches her nose.

"Master knot tier?"

"Are you challenging me?" I ask, raising my eyebrow in questioning. "I am from District Four after all. You know, the fishing District." I shoot back. My Finnick time is precious to me; I guess I am just angry because they interrupted it.

"Fine, fine." She surrenders. "You can… help Mike and create a net for fishing. And if we are desperate enough, we may need your bug knowledge, Hanna." Finnick slings an arm around my waist, pulling me closer so he can kiss my temple. I pull my towel up as I wait for Aria to speak again. "And of course there is me." I snort before I can stop myself.

"Yeah, the shooting ace." I finish bitterly. "We all know."

*A/N: Since the games are going to begin soon send me some of your suggestions for character deaths/events...(etc.) by private messaging me or sending in a review. It can be anonymous or on your FF account but either way I will try to credit you in the beginning of the chapter(s) I will use your idea(s) in! I would LOVE to see your ideas! ~Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!~