AN: Hey guys! So, this is another chapter for you guys! I hope you guys review because that's what keeps me motivated. Sorry if it's a bit OOC but it's been a long time since I've continued to write for this fanfic. Anyway, please review! Like it? Hate it? Tell me all in the reviews!

Katniss' POV

Please be low. Please be low. "A score of 9!" Damn. Well, I should have seen that coming from a Career.

"That's a 9 from both girls from District 1 and 2 and 10s for both boys! Both of you have to watch out for them." Haymitch says next to me, earning a nod from Alice and an ignorant shrug from Todd, making me groan in annoyance.

"Perseus Allardyce with a score of 6!" I cringe hearing the score of the sweet boy from District 4. That's Finnick's tribute… "Melanie Dugald with a score of 8!" I raise one eyebrow and roll my eyes. What did she do to get that score? Flash her boobs at the game makers? I shake my head at how ridiculous I sound, but something about that girl makes me fume.

"Look out for Melanie, she's cunning. Do not trust her. You can be allies with the careers for a few days but after 3 days kill them or run." I advise Todd, who surprisingly nods at me. I look at Alice and tell her the same thing, but I'm not too sure she'll need it. "Alice, you better run. Find shelter and water. That's your priority, just run and stay alive." I tell her, smiling sympathetically. We all buzz out for the rest of the tributes, and straighten up when Alice's name is mentioned by Caesar.

"Alice Keene with the score of… 6!" I look to Alice who's frowning and Haymitch who has a knowing face on.

"Hey, this is good. The Careers won't go after you because they'll think you're weak and you can run and get some shelter and water. Wait them out." I tell her soothingly, earning a small smile and a glimmer of lost hope in her eyes. I sigh and pat her hands, returning my gaze onto the screen.

"Todd Reeves with the score of … 9!" Caesar shouts, his eyes wide with shock. I find myself gaping at the screen and turn to look at Todd who looks so smug.

"Too bad it's only a 9. Sweetheart over there got an 11! Highest score in Hunger Games history! And a well-earned one at that!" Haymitch boasts, winking at me. I roll my eyes and laugh at the memory of the gobsmacked faces of the game makers when my arrow pierced straight through the middle of the apple. "But it's still a good score. Good job boy!" Haymitch says, patting Todd's back roughly.

"You both better get some rest, you'll need it for the interviews tomorrow and your … lessons." I tell him, a giggle escaping my mouth at the memory of a frustrated Effie and Haymitch who tried to teach me etiquette and how to seem desirable. They nod and go to their bedrooms and I bid Haymitch goodbye and return to my bedroom. I decide to shower and relax just as the hot water hits my body, soothing my tense and sore muscles. I stretch my muscles, lathering the lavender-scented shampoo and conditioner onto my hair, and using the lavender-scented soap to rub all the dirt away from my body. Am I ready to lose another tribute? How will I cope with the guilt of knowing that at least one of them will die because of me? I sigh, lost in my train of thoughts as I hear someone knock on the door. I stop the water and stand in the dryer, pushing a button that releases a huge gust of air, drying my hair and body in an instant. I get a robe and put it on before answering the door, to find Haymitch.

"Hey there Sweetheart, just thought I should tell you that tomorrow we'll do the mentoring for the personalities and shit together. And you should be up by 12 for Alice, because she goes first." He says.

"Well when are you going to be up?"

"That is a mystery still unknown between me, you and the bottles of alcohol I have in my room." Haymitch says, chuckling as he leaves me. I groan and close my door, getting an oversized button-up shirt that Cinna has made me for safe-keeping and just use some panties, not bothering to use some shorts. Nobody can see me. I climb onto my bed and pull the sheets up to my waist, looking out the window to see the Capitol lights shining brightly, making me remember the conversation me and Peeta had before the games.

*Flashback*

"Why not? It's true. My best hope is to not disgrace myself and…" He hesitates.

"And what?" I say.

"I don't know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?" he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself? "I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not."

I bite my lip feeling inferior. While I've been ruminating on the availability of trees, Peeta has been struggling with how to maintain his identity. His purity of self.

*End of Flashback*

Oh Peeta, if you could only see us now. I sigh and sit up and lean against the headboard, thinking about the past months and all that has happened. Nothing has really changed, if I say so myself.

"Kat? You there?" Or so I thought.

"Yeah, I'm inside Finn." I call out, seeing Finnick open my bedroom doors silently, hoping nobody would hear and catch him. I smile and wave at him, causing him to grin and walk straight to me and pounce on me, making me squeal. "Finnick Odair! What is the meaning of this!" I say, squirming underneath Finnick.

"I've missed my beautiful girlfriend. You see, it's been a very long day and someone has been a tease." Finnick says, kissing down my neck making me moan. I devour his lips with mine, and pout when I feel his lips absent on mine. I gasp when I feel his talented mouth peppering kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking every part of exposed skin that he can find. Is having sex while your tributes are about to die in 2 days even acceptable? I think to myself, but can't find an answer as Finnick unbuttons my shirt, leaving me exposed in my bra and panties. He stops and gets a good look at me as I shy away from his eyes, trying to cover my body with my hands. "Don't cover up something so beautiful. You're beautiful Katniss, like a goddess incarnate. You're the most beautiful person in the whole world and don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Finnick whispers, before kissing me softly. I take his shirt off and turn us over, spreading kisses along his chest as he moans. I suddenly feel self-conscious with my ministrations, Finnick is so experienced and this is just my first time. I don't want him to be disappointed. As if sensing my doubt, Finnick cups my face and asks me what's wrong. "We don't have to do it if you don't want to. I can wait."

"No it's not that. It's just… It's my first time. I'm not too experienced with this." I say shyly, making Finnick chuckle.

"You're perfect Kat." He whispers to me, continuing his ministrations. But can I give him as much pleasure as his clients do? Sure he doesn't want to have sex with them but at least they know what they're doing, I think to myself. As if knowing what I was thinking, Finnick stops and looks up, brushing a strand of hair off my forehead.

"Do not ever compare yourself to my clients. They do not give me pleasure with anything they do, but you… when you bite your lip that gives me the uttermost urge to have you right then and there. Nothing that the clients could ever do!"

"I want to do this. I love you and I want to share this with you." I tell him, and that's all it takes for him to ravish me with kisses and make love to me.

I woke up to Finnick's muscular tan arms wrapped around my waist protectively. He was peacefully asleep, his bronze hair falling over his eyes as I brushed them away. I remembered the events that occurred last night, a warm blush creeping it's way onto my cheeks and I look down and find the both of us naked. I trail patterns on Finnick's sculpted chest as his eyes began to flutter open, revealing his beautiful green eyes.

"Good morning" I coo, smiling warmly at his handsome face.

"All the mornings have been good since I've met you." He says, making me blush. He kisses me passionately, breaking away to stroke my hair. "I wish I could wake up to you every morning." He says, making me blush yet again Even after waking up, he still manages to look beautiful.

"Don't you already?" I muse, making him chuckle.

"Yes, and I don't want that to ever change." I smile at him and look at his neck which has a ton of hickeys, making me giggle.

"I've marked you."

He looks at what I'm looking at and points at my neck and boobs, revealing a ton of hickeys that he too has made. "I guess we're both marked. Good, so people know they shouldn't mess with you. You're mine Everdeen." He says, kissing me. I roll my eyes and push his head away to see the clock which says 11.30 AM. Shit!

"It's 11.30! I'm going to be late!" I say, getting out of Finnick's hold, or rather, trying to get out of Finnick's hold.

"Woah there, where do you think you're going?" Finnick says, chuckling. I squirm and try to escape but fail miserably. Damn his huge, muscular arms.

"To shower, I have tributes to teach. That and a drunken mentor to wake up." I tell him, seeing a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Shower? Count me in!" He says, throwing my naked form over his shoulder and bringing me to the shower to have his way with me. Round 4 here we go, I think to myself as I roll my eyes.

"Goodbye Finnick!" I say in a sing-song voice as I push him out of my bedroom.

"No! Wait, one more!" He says desperately, making me sigh as I drop my hands down in defeat. He grins devilishly and pulls me into his chest, cupping my face and devouring my lips with his, his tongue battling for dominance with mine as I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the hair on the back of his head. I smile into the kiss as I feel the soft tingling feeling I have in my stomach, that is so different to the electrifying feeling I have in my whole body (excluding my stomach).

"Enough, you should go! It's already 12.30 and I am late!" I tell him, making him pout as I push him away.

"Fine, but one last kiss." I sigh as he pecks my lips one last time before getting into the elevator. "I liked your sex hair better!" He says, winking at me before the doors close. I roll my eyes and get to Haymitch room, to surprisingly see him awake and fully dressed.

"As much as I like you being happy with Fishboy, there is only so much I can tolerate. So if you could, please be discrete with your sexual activities. I really don't want to know what kind of hair style Finnick likes. Although, I bet I would have loved your sex hair better!" Haymitch teases, making me groan and chuck a pillow at him.

"Ha-ha, your hilarious, right now we have some tributes to teach!" I say, dragging him into the living room where Alice was already waiting for us. Has she been here the whole time? Did she see me… "When did you get here?"

"Oh, just a few minutes ago, I'm sorry I'm late." She says, making me sigh in relief.

"It's Okay, well we agreed that you should go with innocent. The sponsors will pity you and the careers won't even think about you. It's the strategy that Johanna Mason from District 7 used when she was in the games, and look at her now!" Alice nods and I shrug not needing to say anything. "Go ahead and try it." I look over to Haymitch, cueing him to start asking questions.

"How did you feel when your name was called?"

"I felt sad at first, knowing that I wouldn't be able to see my family anymore." She says glumly. "But then, I was heartbroken knowing that I couldn't see my siblings grow up and get married, and that I myself will not be able to experience that joy of being married to someone that you love." She says, making me grin.

"Why are you so sure that you won't be coming out as this years victor?" Haymitch says, making me shoot a glare at him. He already knows theres a small to nonexistent chance that she'll make it, he doesn't need to rub it in her face! He shushes me and looks over to Alice, nodding for her to continue on. "It'll be good for her to be prepared," he whispers to me.

"I… Well, the other tributes are really big and … powerful. I'm just a skinny little girl, with no sponsors." She says, making my heart break. Haymitch laughs and claps, obviously impressed with her performance.

"That's good, you'll be like another Johanna Mason!" I nod, she's got the innocent act in the bag. "Well, I guess you don't need to be taught anything more so you better get back to Effie and get to hair and makeup. Good luck!" I tell her, smiling at her as she goes off to find Effie. "That was easy." I tell Haymitch who was laughing.

"It is easy. You were just difficult." He muses, making me groan in annoyance. "You've got to admit Sweetheart. You have no charisma."

"Which is why I have the Capitol's heartthrob love and affection. Not to mention that I'm the Capitol's darling." I say dramatically, laughing at how ridiculous I sound.

"That remains an unknown mystery to me." Haymitch says, laughing at the end but is then cut short when Todd approaches us. "Nice of you to come join us! So do you have an idea of what you're going to do?"

"Yes," he answers curtly.

"Great! Job done, let's go Sweetheart!" Haymitch yells happily, standing up before I throw a pen onto the table, its blunt point sticking in to my surprise. He looks at it with wide eyes and decides to sit back down. Good idea Haymitch, I think smugly before turning back to Todd.

"So what's the idea?" I ask him

"Just trust that I got this in the bag." He says, raising his eyebrow while smirking smugly at me and Haymitch.

"Good to know, then tell us what you're going to do?"

"I told you. I know what I'm going to do and I know I'll sell it." He says, almost sounding hostile. I sigh and raise my hands in defeat.

"Fine! See how you do going into this alone, I can only try and help you so much. But remember, you're not accepting our help because you don't want to, not because we're not offering it." I say, dragging Haymitch to go to the kitchen.

"Calm down Sweetheart," Haymitch says, rubbing my shoulders soothingly. I take a deep breath and exhale loudly, looking up at Haymitch who already has a flask in his possession. "Come on, let's go down to the mentor's lounge. Not sure if there are going to be any people, but at least you won't strangle one of our tributes." He says, making me roll my eyes. We head towards the elevator and push the button for the mentor's lounge's floor. When the door opens, I find it empty. No shocker there, I wouldn't be down here if my tribute actually wanted my help. I sigh and lay down on the couch with Haymitch sitting by my feet, drinking whatever is in that flask of his. I sigh and look to the screen, watching the recaps of the Opening Ceremony. I'm so lost in thought before Haymitch's voice brings me back to reality. "He loves you, you know?" I raise my eyebrows and sit up to look at Haymitch. "Finnick, he loves you a lot."

"I know." I say, a smile slowly creeping onto my lips.

"I don't think you do Sweetheart." He says, making me furrow my brows at his statement. "Finnick was at a really bad stage in his life. He was really depressed with Annie dying and Snow pressuring him to continue being… a whore." He says, making me cringe at his words. "But then you came, and he changed. He was slowly getting better, his old flirty self slowly coming back to the surface. It was like you lit up a light inside Finnick that nobody else could. Now usually I wouldn't care about him or anyone but you were the reason he changed, that making it my business. He was so eager to meet you when you came to the Capitol before the games but I told him not to. Because I knew it would ruin your image as well as the star-crossed lovers concept and I couldn't take my chances. Finnick was completely panicked and was on the brink of insanity whenever you were in trouble when you were in the games. And then I thought to myself, the boy's a goner even if he can't see that for himself. He was so scared he was going to lose you, knowing that there was a possibility that you wouldn't even accept him if you survived. And with every kiss you shared with Peeta, he was hurt but he kept on rooting and waiting for you to win, because he knew as long as you're happy and alive then he would be okay. When you got out of the games, you weren't too welcoming but he waited for you and he made sure that you weren't put in the same position he is in right now, with all his power." Haymitch finishes, making me bite my lip to control my emotions. Who knew Haymitch could be such a softie?

"What do you mean put in the same position he is in right now?" I ask, remembering his words.

"That's something only Finnick can tell you." He says, getting up and going to the bar, presumably to fill up his flask that was already empty. I sigh and lay back down on the couch, my eyes drooping until I am fast asleep.

"Have fun fucking the Capitol's whore? And here I thought you were guilty about letting me die, but no. You're too busy fucking Finnick Odair to pay attention to the me, someone who died for you." Peeta's words attack my ears, making me tremble.

"No, it's not like that. Peeta…" I whimper.

"I loved you Katniss Everdeen. And I thought you did too. But turns out I'm wrong. You're just as bad as Odair!"

"No Peeta! Peeta!" I shout.

I wake up with a jolt, Peeta's name at the tip of my lips. I look around to see Haymitch's face on top of mine when I realise my head was on his lap. "You okay Sweetheart?" Haymitch says, raising an eyebrow at my sweaty forehead. I nod and sit up, wiping the sweat off my forehead.

"What time is it?" I ask, rubbing my temples.

"6 o'clock. It's about time you got up with your snoring," he muses, chuckling. "We're gonna be late and you need to shower so you'll presentable." He says, making me roll my eyes. I nod and go to the elevator. Since Haymitch stayed at his spot I cough loudly and raise an eyebrow as if saying 'you coming or not' to him. He grunts and walks over and I roll my eyes and push the button for our floor. I go straight to my room and shower, hoping that Haymitch is doing the same thing. When I go outside of my bathroom I find a red dress with flames printed at the bottom laid out on my bed. Cinna, I thought to myself. I've got to remember to thank him later. I put on the dress and brush my hair, and put on my red heels to match the dress. I put on some eyeliner and red lipstick and go out of my room. I see Haymitch in a simple button up shirt and some black dress pants. I smile in satisfaction and go over and extend my hand, which he begrudgingly takes, making me smirk as we get in the elevator and head to the auditorium. Fortunately, we're late so we don't have to do our interviews and it looks as if we skipped District 1,2,3 and Perseus' interviews. We get up to the mentor's section where I see Finnick, who looks absolutely handsome with his white button-up and black dress pants, sitting with Mags and Johanna. I see Blight and decide to sit with him seeing as there are 2 empty seats next to him.