"You have been chosen to host an honoured guest from the Capitol, Mr Odair. They will be staying with you for two nights whilst important research for the Games is carried out. The next Games are a special anniversary and it is such a privilege for our noble District to aid in making them the best. It seemed only fitting that our guest is placed in the care of our nation's favourite Victor from District 4. I expect you will make them feel very welcome and give them the full District 4 experience. We will host a grand ball in the Justice Building to honour the occasion and you must ensure that they have everything they need to conduct their research. How does this sound to you?"

The words of Mayor Ridley echo in my mind as I stand on the platform, the late September sun beating down on my shoulders. He came to my house in the Victors Village a month ago to tell me this news. My eyes lit up at his words and I did my best to contain my excitement.

I knew it was her; I just knew.

I haven't seen her since that second fateful night. Every time I received an invitation to the Capitol, I always hoped that it was to return to the bubble of safety in her penthouse apartment. I guess she was focusing on finding a way to come to me instead.

As soon as I came back from the Capitol after the Games, I told Annie everything. I may be a cunt, but at least I'm an honest one. I had rehearsed what I would say countless times in my head on the train back to 4. I started at the beginning, recounting the anonymous invitation to a masquerade when I was 19 and spared all the erotic detail. She sat, quietly listening and letting me pour my heart out, probably the first time I had done that to her since the night before her Games when I told her about my arrangement with Snow. I told her that I met someone that night, and how that someone came back into my life whilst I was in the Capitol, four years after we originally met. I said that it was a matchmaking night and this woman who lived miles away in a world that I will never be a part of was my match. I told her that I couldn't help but love this mysterious woman, that every fibre of my being had no control of it because she is a part of me, and I of her. I expected Annie to become emotional, to start crying or hitting me. I mean, who wouldn't in that situation? It's a low blow, especially for someone so fragile. But she nodded, and asked me about her, what she's like, and I was completely honest. She's beautiful and kind and hilarious and strong and hardworking and intelligent and… Well, I could go on.

"Everything I once was," she said, quietly.

I didn't really know what to say. It's an incredibly fucked up situation and I didn't expect for everything to be rosy. I had, after all, been unfaithful. Annie asked if I wanted to see this woman again and I said yes. Of course, I could be summoned to the penthouse apartment at any moment and I would be obliged to go, but I wasn't going to lie that I would go gladly. She was quiet for a while and said she needed time. I completely understood and said I would give her all the time she needed. I was worried about her. She could've spiralled and hurt herself and I would hate myself forever if that happened.

But Annie came back to me, two weeks later, saying that she wanted me to be happy, because it would make her happy. She wanted me to talk about her, as she felt that open communication would be healthy, but she didn't want any details. She wanted me to be more communicative in general about everything. I agreed wholeheartedly. If she was willing to let this happen, it was the least I could do. I can't say I ever expected to be in one relationship, let alone two. You could say I have the best of both worlds and I'm the luckiest man in all of Panem. It's far from ideal. I don't want to be in this situation in the first place.

I check the time on my watch. Almost 1: the train will be arriving soon. The photographer for the District paper fiddles about with his camera, taking test shots to find the best lighting.

"Not nervous are we, Finnick?" Mayor Ridley says beside me. He's aged a fair amount since he stood next to me on the stage in front of the whole District. A short man, with black hair speckled with white, and a face blemished from years in the sun. Probably very handsome back in his day. "You must be a pro at all this Capitol society stuff by now. You're always being whisked up there for photoshoots and interviews and such."

And fucking the Capitol elite for a price, I wanted to add.

"It's just not every day that we get such an honour, is it?" I reply politely. I have a good relationship with our Mayor but it is strictly business. I am the poster boy for our District, after all. I wouldn't be surprised if he got a cut from all my whoring.

"And what an incredible honour it is. Imagine if the next Victor is from 4 as well after the help we've given in such a historic year."

"Well, this year was pretty memorable too."

He clears his throat and gives me a stern glance. Instead of one Victor, the 74th Hunger Games finished with two: the pair from District 12, who caused a stir from day one when they came out in their flaming costumes at the parade. It was all drama from there really. The girl, Katniss, received a high training score, probably the highest anyone from 12 has ever received, and the lad, Peeta, professed his love for her during his interview with Caesar. The arena was quite bland as I was informed. Peeta sided with the Career pack initially, until Katniss killed Marina and Glimmer by dropping a nest of tracker jackers on them whilst they slept. I wasn't surprised Marina didn't last long; she wasn't smart like Katniss. Peeta hid by the river whilst Katniss allied with the young girl from 11. When she died, and after she covered her body with flowers, everything changed. Claudius announced that there could be two Victors if they came from the same District, and Katniss found him and nursed him back to health. It was quite beautiful really, watching the two of them in the cave hiding. At the end, once the wolf mutts that she designed had gone and it was only them left, the rules were reversed back to one Victor. But no, they weren't having that. It was either both or neither. She couldn't stand a life without him, she said in her Victors interview with him holding her hand so tightly.

As predicted, everything has changed and the country is on fire. Unrest in the outer Districts, mumblings of a Second Rebellion echoing from District to District. 4 is still loyal to the Capitol, and hasn't seen the degree of law enforcement as the rest of Panem undoubtedly has.

"Still, such an honour," Mayor Ridley says. "Have you met her before?"

"No," I say, trying to contain a smile that is desperate to appear. "I've heard of her though."

"A formidable force within the scientific community. Do you know she's cured cystic fibrosis?"

"Wow; that's incredible."

Of course, I knew. I keep up to date with all the news, especially if it involves science. It is my favourite subject, after all. It was never on the front pages. It should be, really, but unfortunately it isn't as exciting as the latest fashions or gossip from glitzy parties.

The sleek silver bullet is visible in the distance and it slows as it approaches the station. I swallow hard and rub the back of my neck. It comes to a grinding halt and the station staff approach, taking luggage out of the train and onto the platform.

"Here we go, boy," says the Mayor, hopping along to the opening door to greet our guest.

He extends his hand and it is taken by a female one. Wearing a long straight lavender wig, a pair of large round black sunglasses, and black sparkling jumpsuit that hugs her figure in the most divine way, she steps off the train. She towers over the Mayor in her platform heels, bending to double kiss him on the cheek. I hear her laugh echo in the background, giggling like an excited child. Her arm entwines with the Mayors and he ushers her towards me and the photographer. The jumpsuit glitters orange red and yellow in the sunshine and her breasts bounce in time with her swaying straight locks. My heart races and all the blood floods to my groin. Despite the typical Capitol flare, she knew exactly what she was doing when she picked that outfit.

"Oh, Mayor Ridley, you are far too kind!" she squeals with a high-pitched tone I've heard countless times in the Capitol.

"Please, Miss Evander, call me Adrian," he chuckles. "Ah, Finnick. Allow me to introduce you to Miss Venus Evander." She pulls the sunglasses down to her nose, her smouldering brown eyes like melted chocolate in the sunlight. There's an excited glint in them as a playful smile rests on her plump black lips. "Miss Evander, this is Finnick Odair."

She extends her free hand and I take it, bringing it to my lips and kissing delicately.

"A pleasure," she says quietly.

"It's all mine," I reply, my lips vibrating against her soft skin. I feel the electricity surge through me and all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "How was your journey?"

"Quite pleasant, thank you," Venus says, pushing the sunglasses back up her nose. "However, I am quite tired, and I could do with some rest before the festivities tonight."

"Of course, of course," says the Mayor.

"Picture for the paper, miss?" the photographer pipes up.

"If I had known there would be press, I would've made more of an effort!" Venus giggles, her pristine white teeth blinding.

"Nonsense, dear. You look incredible," the Mayor replies.

The Mayor releases the grip he has on her arm and stands proudly beside her and we pose, poised and elegant, whilst the camera clicks away. The smile on her face is small and demure, angling her head in a way that highlights the shimmer on her cheekbones.

"Perfect," says the photographer, smiling before flicking through the pictures on the camera as he walks away.

"Now, you must be absolutely exhausted. You have a busy few days ahead of you. The car is packed already and I shall leave you in the capable hands of Mr Odair. I look forward to seeing you tonight. Are we still on for that dance?"

"Oh, but of course! I look forward to it already," she replies.

"I better go and polish my dancing shoes. Until then, Miss Evander."

Mayor Ridley takes her hand once more and kisses it before giving it to me. I entwine her arm in mine and usher her towards the car, watching the Mayor clamber to his and drive away back to the Justice Building. We walk slowly, arm in arm, catching glimpses of each other over the barrier of the sunglasses.

"You have no idea how hard that was," I mutter under my breath.

"Oh, I can see; those pants are quite tight," she whispers back, her voice back to a relatively normal pitch. I feel the heat begin to rise in my cheeks and I cough to clear my throat.

"So, Miss Evander," I say more loudly to keep up appearances for the remainder of the staff at the station. "What is your impression of District 4 so far?"

"Oh, it is simply divine, Mr Odair," she replies, that typical Capitol shrill coming back. "I fear I have worn the wrong outfit as I didn't anticipate such glorious weather."

"Nonsense. Your outfit is gorgeous. Is this one from Cinna's collection?"

"It is indeed. He truly is an extraordinary designer. The gown I'm wearing tonight is one of his, actually."

"Oh, lovely. I can't wait to see it," I reply. She glances over to me, the smoulder of her chocolate eyes peeping out over the top of her shades and a small playful smile rests on her lips.

The car the Mayor has provided waits patiently and I open the back door for her to climb in, softly shutting it before heading to the other side and sitting next to her. She takes her sunglasses off and rests them on her forehead. As the car pulls out of the station and bumbles along, she looks out of the window in wonder. District 4 isn't much in comparison to the Capitol, in some respects it's like a smaller scaled down version of the Capitol, but it is home. We pass the main town square, watching as the residents go about their daily lives, going shopping, grabbing lunch, enjoying the late summer sun.

"It's so beautiful," she says quietly. I look down at her hand resting on the leather and brush my fingers over it gently. She glances to the small symbol of affection and I catch the corner of her mouth curl into a smile. The town square turns into the suburbs and before I know it, the iron gates of the Victors Village are in sight. They open for the car, and we drive in slowly. I hear Venus gasp and she presses her face closer to the glass.

"Is that…?" she says excitedly.

"The sea, yep. On your doorstep for the next few days, Miss Evander."

"I've never seen blue like it!" Her voice is so full of glee; I don't think this is part of her Capitol appearance.

The driver pulls up in front of my house and gets out, starting to unload the luggage onto my porch. I get out and make my way to her side of the car, opening the door and extending a hand to help her out. She takes it and elegantly lifts herself out, standing gracefully straight and poised as she looks around with astonishment.

"Afternoon Finnick!" The familiar voice of my neighbour Cyrus comes from behind me. I turn to see him pruning the plants outside his house. Cyrus won the 56th Hunger Games and gave up mentoring as soon as he knew he could make more money by teaching at the training academy in the north of the District.

"Cyrus," I say, with a polite nod and smile.

"Is this our honoured guest from the Capitol I see before me? Or another of your lovers?"

I close my eyes and inhale deep. Fuck off, Cyrus.

"This is Venus Evander. She is conducting research on behalf of the Gamemakers for the Quarter Quell next year."

He gets up off his knees and pulls his gardening glove off as he approaches her. She still looks like a child in a sweet shop, taking in all the minute details of everything around her. His appearance in front of her snaps her back into reality.

"Hello!" she says, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looks to me briefly with a worried look in her eyes. I shake my head slightly. Fuck off, Cyrus.

"Cyrus Drake, ma'am. What an honour it is to host such a… beauty, an intelligent beauty, in our humble District."

"Venus," she says, tentatively extending her hand to him and he takes it to kiss her knuckles.

"I do believe this handsome chap will be looking after you," he says, gesturing to me.

"He is indeed."

"I'm sure he will do an excellent job, but if your… needs aren't quite satisfied, I'm sure a more experienced man such as myself will be happy to help."

She looks like a fish out of water, not entirely sure what to say. She looks to me, pleading with her eyes as she smiles awkwardly.

"Oh, Cyrus," I say, slapping my hands on his shoulders. Although he is broader than me, I tower over him by about five inches. "I think our guest will be quite at home with me."

"Of course, how could I forget? You're more skilled in the ways of Capitol etiquette than I," he says with a smirk. "Good job our houses aren't joined together, eh?"

I roll my eyes and contain a groan of frustration. Fuck off, Cyrus!

"Will you be at the ball tonight?" I ask politely.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Look forward to seeing the two of you there. Will Annie be coming?"

I find all my strength to hold back punching him and smile.

"She's looking after Mags at the moment. Bless her, she had another stroke last week."

"What a good little girl. Anyway, A pleasure, Venus; I look forward to seeing you tonight."

He nods to her before heading back towards his front garden. I feel his eyes linger on us as Venus steps in front of me.

"What a fucking creep," she whispers through gritted smiling teeth.

"Don't," I reply, taking her hand and leading her towards the steps to the porch.

I find the keys to my house in my pocket and unlock the door, swinging it wide to allow her entry.

"It's not much but… It's home," I say as her heels echo down the hall slowly. I take her bags from the porch and bring them in. She's brought a lot of stuff for a few days, but she hasn't left the Capitol before, she probably didn't know what to bring.

In comparison to her penthouse, my house is a tiny shoe box. Living area at the front that rarely gets used, kitchen diner out the back with a porch leading out to the beach, one bathroom downstairs, one upstairs, along with three bedrooms. It was six bedrooms, but I converted one into a gym, the other into a library and knocked the third into mine to make it bigger and so I had my own en suite bathroom. My bedroom, at the back of the property, has a balcony that looks out over the beach. I'm sure my guest will want to watch the sunrise from out there. I even bought a yoga mat, just in case. The décor is typical of District 4: white, bright and airy, suitable for the heat of summer and the rain of winter. Each house has an accent colour. Mags has orange, Annie has red, and I have blue.

"Venus?" I say from the landing, having left her bags in the spare room. Well, I wasn't going to presume she wanted to sleep with me now, was I?

"Down here!" she calls back. I clamber down the stairs and find her in the kitchen, standing at the porch window and looking at the gentle waves crashing on the sandy beach. The sunlight highlights her beautiful silhouette, dipping in and out of the curves of her body that sparkle from the fiery crystals. The tingles I had when I first saw her all those years ago come back in an electric wave of adrenaline. She sees my reflection in the glass and turns to face me.

"Venus," I say quietly.

"Hello Finnick," she says, her voice back to how I remember it. Soft, gentle, like velvet to the ears.

"You're here, aren't you? You're really real?"

"Oh, come on, we're not going to do this again, are we?" she says with a dramatic roll of her liquid caramel eyes.

My lips press together and I sigh deeply, the rush of emotion consuming me. Despite the wig and the make up and the insanely hot yet still insane outfit, her words confirm everything. It's her; it's really her.

"Oh, Venus." I step towards her and we collide in each other's arms, our lips crashing in a blissful passionate kiss. She flings her arms around my neck and I pick her up, spinning her around on the spot. She squeals against my lips, her laughter a dangerous aphrodisiac.

"Is this okay?" she says between kisses. "No cameras? No wires?"

"We're safe, V. Together and safe."

"And Annie?"

"It's okay, V."

"Fuck, I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too."

I slow down and set her down gently on her towering heels. She is eye level with me in them. Perfect; I've missed those eyes so much. I entwine my fingers with hers and our foreheads touch.

"I can't stop looking at you," I whisper. She smiles, a faint laugh escaping her blackened lips that tingles over mine.

"In a good way?"

"It's… Weird, I won't lie. Obviously, you're incredibly beautiful and that outfit is divine; I just haven't seen you like this before."

"My Capitol mask is quite different to the one I wore the night we met. Still a mask."

"I know. It will take some getting used to."

"Don't worry; I won't be wearing it all the time. There's some normal clothes in those bags."

"Ah, so that's why they're so heavy!" I chuckle. "You do look incredible, V. The purple actually suits you."

"I hear it's Caesar's next colour."

"Well, look at you! Bad ass sexy scientist and trend setter!"

"All in a day's work," she says, flicking her hair dramatically. The ass-length wig shimmers in a natural way, you'd never know it wasn't her real hair. But I know. Underneath it all, there's a beautiful head of flowing icy blonde that would look great in the sun and crisp with sea salt. "So, am I going to get a tour?"

"Well, it's very lengthy and quite detailed, I'd have to charge you," I say, rolling my eyes as hers light with an eruption of giggles.

"Fuck you, Finnick!"

"I do a friends and family discount."

"Oh, and what am I, then?" Her eyebrow raises and she sinks her teeth into the corner of her plump lip, biting hard.

"Friend, I'd say," I reply. I bring my hand up tentatively and prise her lip from her teeth with my thumb, watching it spring back to fullness. "Maybe more."

"Then…" she whispers, swallowing hard. "I would like to purchase one tour ticket with the more than friends discount. Please."

"Coming right up. I will take payment now." I close my eyes and lean forward, pouting my lips to her.

"Is that the payment?" I nod, lips still pursed and resisting the urge to smile. "Well, I want to pay full price."

She takes me by the face with both hands and presses her lips to mine, sighing with satisfaction. My mouth opens slightly, inviting her tongue in to explore with familiarity. In this moment, I'm transported back to that night in the Capitol, feeling all the love that I suppressed bursting out of me. I bring her closer to me, holding tight onto her ass and squeezing tight. She laughs against my lips and pulls back.

"Cheeky."

"Yes, you are," I say with a wink. I take her hand and entwine her fingers with mine. "Your tour awaits, Miss Evander. And seeing as you've paid full price, I'll give you the extra special treatment."

Her laughter echoes through the empty house and I lead her through the various rooms. She still has that look of excitement plastered across her beautiful blemish-free face. She is so full of glee and disbelief that she's actually here. She keeps a firm grip on my hand as she explores the rooms with the other, feeling the various fabrics, woods and plastic furnishings as if she's never seen a couch or blinds or a fireplace before.

"And this is you," I say, opening the door to the spare bedroom I left her luggage in. She lets go of my hand and makes her way around the room, the heels echoing on the wood floor. The sheets are crisp white with a blue throw over and matching pillows. There's a dressing table with blue towels folded neatly on top, and a wide mirror. The room is exactly as it was when I first moved in ten years ago. Of course, I cleaned it in preparation for my guest, but before this, I've never had a need for it. I'm quite a neat person, not a fan of clutter. Everything has its place, even in a room I've not used. Her fingers trail lightly over the white wooden frame of the bed before sitting down on the end, crossing her legs.

"It's perfect, Finn. Thank you so much."

"No need to thank me. I want you to feel at home."

"Oh, I do. Believe me I do."

"Good. Well, I'll leave you to settle and rest up before tonight. I'm sure a nap is needed after your journey."

"Thank you; it's really appreciated," Venus replies, smiling sweetly. She unzips her heels and prises them off her feet, stretching her toes out. She stands up, back at her regular height, and goes to one of her bags, but stops as she sees me. "You're… Still here?"

"Yes! Yes, I am," I say, with an awkward chuckle. I run my hand through my hair. "I… should, uh…"

"Do you want to help me unpack?" she asks and I nod in response.

I help her heave the larger one onto the bed and unzip it for her, the many compartments of the bag folding out to reveal a variety of outfits, some typical of the Capitol, some more relaxed and casual. She protests that she didn't know what the weather would be like, what the vibe would be like, and wanted to make sure she had enough choice.

"I can assure you, I'm not high maintenance," she laughs. "Although all this isn't helping with that image."

There are a few bags that she says contain surprises and her words make my mind wonder. One is bound to be her gown for tonight, which she'll want to be a surprise for sure, but the others could contain anything. She unpacks and passes things to me to put away in her wardrobe, leaving out a pair of short emerald silk shorts and matching camisole that she folds up and places on the bedside table of the side she's claimed as hers. As I finish putting away the last of the clothing and the horrific number of shoes she's brought, Venus unpacks all of her wigs and beauty gadgets. A cap that styles her hair however she likes once programmed in, gloves that paint her nails whatever colour she desires, a mask that applies all of her make-up for her.

"Okay, yeah maybe a bit high maintenance," she says as she clocks my wide-eyed expression. Once all the bags are unpacked and hidden out of view, she stretches out and yawns, a few of her joints cracking as she does so.

"Fuck me, I'm getting old," she chuckles to herself, standing in front of the mirror. She catches my eye in the reflection behind her, the chocolate brown smouldering even in the reflection. Her lips press together and she breathes deep, maintaining as much eye contact as possible as she reaches for a packet of wipes. She glides one effortlessly over her face, and the indestructible mask that was painted on melts away, leaving no residue. Her face is completely naked with its minute blemishes, her lips back to that delicious pink colour that drives me crazy. God, I want to kiss them so bad right now, but I can't move. I'm enthralled by her transformation into the Venus I know and love. She was always there, that much is undeniable, but seeing it in front of me, coming out like the petals of a flower unfurling, is simply captivating.

The wig is next to come off and the long purple locks are thrown to one side as the bouncy blonde tumbles down her back like silk. She runs a hand through her hair and shakes out the waves I've played with countless times. She turns to face me, our eyes locked in a heated gaze, and pulls the zipper at the front of her jumpsuit down. Her breasts relax from the tension being released, but remain held up by a white lace bra. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, as the sound of my heart pounds away in my ears. She pulls the sleeves down over each arm and the fabric glistens as it falls to her hips. She pushes the remains of the jumpsuit down her legs with a shimmy and steps out of it towards me. Brilliant white lace underwear to match. I swallow hard, suppressing the images in my head of pulling the lace down with my teeth.

"Is this better?" she says.

"Much better," I say, taking her hand and bringing her closer to me. "I know you have to wear that mask every day and it will take some getting used to. Please don't think I love you any less because of it."

"No, I know. I appreciate that it's overwhelming. We've had two incredible nights in our little bubbles, and now both of our worlds are colliding together. It will be challenging, but I'm excited for it."

"I've got so much I want to do with you and talk to you about."

"It's a good job we've got time on our side, eh?"

"Not nearly enough," I say, smiling as I lean in to kiss her. Her delicious lips press on mine and I relax instantly, feeling at home in the embrace of our kiss. She pulls back and looks up at me.

"Do you want to nap with me?" She says quietly. There's a darkness in her eyes, and I won't lie, she does look exhausted.

"I'd love nothing more in the world, V."

She makes herself comfortable on the bed in the spot she's claimed as hers and watches me undress. Blazer off, shirt off, pants off, she wolf-whistles.

"There he is!" she giggles. I shake my head and smile, twirling on the spot for her. "Someone's been working out?"

"Well, you know, I had a guest coming. Wanted to impress them," I say as I lie next to her, entwining her legs with mine and bringing her closer to me. I caress the small of her back, enjoying the change in sensation from her silk skin and the lace briefs.

"I don't believe that for one second," she says with faint laughter that tickles her nose on mine.

"You know me so well," I say quietly. She sees the change in my expression and her brow furrows.

"What's wrong?"

"We'll talk later, V. You need to rest, plus tonight is for dressing up and drinking and fun; I'm not going to ruin that right now."

"Please tell me, or I'll be thinking about it all night and I won't be able to relax knowing there's something you need to tell me."

"I need you, V," I whisper, my words a faint breeze over her lips. "The rebellion is coming, sooner than I thought it would, and I need to know what's coming."

A hint of a smile rests on her lips, the light glistening in her eyes as she says: "Why do you think I'm here, Finnick?"

Her words ripple through me, slowly building and crashing in a wave of emotion that I can't hold back. I move closer to her, our mouths entwining in a blissful kiss. Her fingers trail lightly up my back as her tongue runs gently over mine and sparks the sensual desire I have for her. Her quiet moans vibrate on my lips, arousing my senses in a divine way.

"You should sleep," I say, pulling back and biting my bottom lip. She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Do you want to sleep?"

"No."

"Then sleep can wait a little longer," she purrs.

As if a switch has been flipped in my head that releases all the blood in me to my groin, I force my lips on hers, kissing her madly and deeply and harder than before. She relaxes back into the pillows and I follow her, holding myself up as I rest in between her open legs. God, it feels so good, like a jigsaw piece slotting into the only place it can go. Her hips rock back and forth on mine and my erection hardens against the fabric. My lips sink into her bottom lip and a low growl escapes my mouth. I need you, Venus.

"I need you, Finnick," she moans, her lashes fluttering open and revealing the chocolate pools flamed with desire. And there it is, that undeniable connection we have that I cannot explain. She is inside my head every minute of every day, consciously and subconsciously, since that fateful night four years ago.

I push her leg further back and caress the inner of her thigh, trailing my fingers over the damp patch in her underwear. She whimpers, her body tensing and relaxing under my touch. I push the lace to one side and satisfy her instantly, sending pure euphoria through her with my gentle touch. She moans against my lips, her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes roll back into their sockets. She becomes wetter with my slow and tender strokes, massaging and playing with the delicious button that sets her body on fire with pleasure.

She looks up at me, gripping hard on my shoulder and digging her nails deep. Her breathing quickens, her warm breath shrouding my wet and wanting lips. Her legs twitch and her moans are barely audible. A sight I'll never get bored of: back arched, body stiff, mouth open and quiet before the erupting cry of orgasm. I nuzzle my face into her neck, groaning against the sensitive skin and holding her on her short but blissful journey. She twitches against my fingers, pulsating with pure raw pleasure.

She stares at me for a moment, panting and breathless, before pulling me on top of her and kissing me hungrily. Her hands frantically tug my boxers down enough to release my erection from the prison it was held in and guides me inside her with ease.

"F-Fuck," I moan against her ear.

The wetness and tightness satisfy me for a brief moment before the aphrodisiacal moans escape her throat and fuel my hunger for her that I can't contain. I drive into her, my hips blasting against hers in a salacious synchronicity. Her face flushes crimson, the beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she works her hips against mine, meeting them harder with each thrust. Her breathless moans fill my ears and send euphoric shivers through my body. I hold myself up and take in the exquisite view of her breasts bouncing in the white lace and her delicious brown eyes smouldering from ecstasy. Every sense is on fire: I smell her better, I taste her better, I feel everything like the highest high of my life. Everything that has been building inside me since I last saw her reaches its peak and…

"Oh Venus!" I cry as my head swoons from the sheer euphoria surging through me and into her in a wave of exhilarating ecstasy. A playful smile rests on her lips as her chest heaves and her fingers stroke my side delicately. "Fuck me."

"Well…"

"Don't," I chuckle breathlessly, collapsing beside her and entangling our limbs in a sweaty mess. I hold Venus close, my head still swimming in pure sexual energy. "You know how to turn me on and you know I can't resist. End up sacking off the party and just make each other come all night."

"Mmm… Still sounds like fun," she giggles.

"Stop it," I say with a laugh.

"You don't mean that."

"Oh, absolutely not. You do things to me, Venus Evander, crazy hot things."

"I'll do more crazy hot things to you, if you want."

"If I want? I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

My eyes dance all over her face. I wrap a lock of her hair around my finger and she glances down at it before looking up at me.

"I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible in the silence of our closeness.

"I love you too," I whisper back.

She smiles and closes her eyes, inhaling deep as the darkness of sleep consumes her almost instantly. Her body becomes limp and she is sound away. Part of me wants to go and leave her in peace to rest for however long she needs, but I just can't seem to pull myself away yet. It still feels surreal that she's here. I need to ask her how she managed it, what story she concocted that allowed her to be released from the heavenly prison of the Capitol. She's come at the right moment; another calling from fate you could say. Although I am selfish and want to spend every moment of every day with her, just the two of us together, fucking about on the beach like a normal couple, there are bigger things at stake here and I need her. We all need Venus. Fuck, it sounds like I'm just using her, taking advantage of her being here for her insider knowledge. But she said it herself: she's a rebel within their own midst.

Her eyes roll around in their sockets and I wonder what dreams are playing out in her head as I peel out from under grip tentatively and make my way downstairs. I've planned everything down to a T: I knew Venus would probably be exhausted and want to rest for a while, so I set this time aside to iron my suit and shirt for the ball tonight. I opt to wear a suit I wore in the Capitol rather than buying something new. No one at the ball will have seen me in it, so it's not like it will be a fashion faux pas. It's a dark navy blue, with a jacquard print in dark grey velvet over the blazer and pants and sapphire cufflinks to match. I'm not one for flashy jewellery, but I must admit, I am weak for a pair of cufflinks or a watch. Although there will be food tonight at the party, I prepared a light dinner for tonight yesterday. It won't be near as good as what I remember my mother making, but it will be damn close. She used to say that the lobster tastes better if it's cooked fresh but left to marinade in the sauce overnight. I put the ironed suit away in my bedroom and the door across the hall opens, startling me initially.

"Hey, sleepy head," I say as the half-naked body of my love appears in the hall, reminding me that I'm no longer alone in the house. The familiar emerald bathrobe is tied in a loose knot around her waist, the white bra peeking out the edge. I can't help but imagine how good she will look when she's got a tan from here. "Sleep okay?"

"Uh-huh," she says, stretching and yawning. "How long was I asleep for?"

"About two hours, give or take."

"Shit, I was tired," she smirks, running a hand through her hair.

"You hungry?" And right on cue, her stomach rumbles. She looks to me and laughs, her cheeks flushing red. "I'll take that as a yes. I'll get in the kitchen."

"What's in there?" asks Venus, gesturing to my bedroom before following me downstairs.

"That's my room."

"Ooo, that wasn't on the tour; what are you hiding in there, then?"

"Nothing," I say with a chuckle. "I just didn't want to assume you'd want to stay with me. I've never shared my bed with anyone; I'm hardly in it myself."

"Well…" she starts, sitting up on the stool at the kitchen island. "I will completely respect you and your space if you want."

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Okay," I laugh, leaning on the counter. "On three, we'll say it together. Either yes or no. One… two... three… Yes."

"Yes."

Her eyes light up and she bites her bottom lip and my face looks the exact same as hers. I feel the heat begin to rise in my cheeks and my heart skips a beat.

"So, it's settled," I say with an excited smile. "That's the last time you'll sleep in that bed."

"Perfect. It can be my dressing room. Do you want any help, by the way?"

"Nope, I'm all good. I did most of it yesterday. You can just sit there, drink wine and look pretty."

"Ooo, my favourite hobby."

"Red or white?" I ask. I grab two glasses from the cupboard and set them down on the marble.

"Well, that will depend on what's for dinner. Can't go pairing a light refreshing white if you're cooking lamb, can we?"

"A girl after my own heart. Dinner is an Odair staple of lobster spaghetti."

"So… A zesty acidic yet sweet white then. If you have it."

"Of course, I have it." I grab the bottle I was thinking of from the fridge and pour two glasses, pushing one towards her. She holds the glass with elegance and I take mine. "Cheers."

"To dreams becoming reality."

"To dreams becoming reality." Our glasses clink and we take a sip together.

"Ooo that's delicious," she says as I start to busy myself in the kitchen. Pan on for the spaghetti water, salted heavily, and another for the creamy lobster mixture that's been marinating overnight.

"Homegrown as well."

"4 has vineyards?"

"Yeah, a few. We get some good weather that's good for growing grapes. One of our lesser-known exports, I know."

"Well, this is delicious; a hidden gem in 4, for sure. God, I'm gonna be fucked before dinners even cooked," she laughs, taking another sip. I smile to myself and stir the reheating lobster mixture, seasoning with salt and pepper. I add dried spaghetti to the boiling water. I catch glimpses of her as I prepare dinner, mainly looking out the porch door to the beach and the sea. The sun is already starting to set, an indication that winter is on the horizon and summer is coming to an end. Luckily, the weather is still glorious and it's still pretty warm, so I set the table outside on the porch.

"Don't worry," I say, snapping her out of her day dreaming. "We're still on for our beach date. You'll get to go in there."

"I can't wait," she says quietly with a smile.

Soon, the pasta is cooked al dente and mixed with the delicious lobster. I take the full bowls outside, Venus carrying our glasses and the bottle. Her face is illuminated gorgeously in the orange light, the late September breeze gently blowing her hair. I can see all her little blemishes: acne scars, pimples trying to make an appearance, dark circles, smile lines on her cheeks and eyes. And yet, she is simply divine.

"Fuck me, this is insane," she says. She's fully tucking into the meal, snapping me out of my staring. "You're right; you can really taste the chilli."

"I'm glad you like it," I say, twirling the creamy spaghetti on my fork.

"Can I get the recipe? Promise I won't share Mother Odairs secret."

"Of course. I wouldn't care if you did," I smile. "She's made it very clear she doesn't want to be in my life anymore, so get an interview with Caesar and share it with the whole of Panem for all I care."

"You still haven't spoken to her?"

"Nope," I say, shovelling another forkful of spaghetti in my mouth. "Still send her flowers every year for her birthday and on my family's death anniversaries, but I've avoided actually contacting her. The last time I did, I've never felt such coldness from someone who I'd only known warmth from."

"I'm sorry, Finnick."

"Don't be," I say with a shrug. "How about you? Seen any of your distant family recently?"

"Mhmm. Went for my check up about a month ago and Janus said this year wasn't as exciting as last year and that he was disappointed in me whilst my mouth was wide open with some sharp instruments in it. He gave me a filling and sent me on my way."

"Pretty cold, that."

"That's what jealousy will do to you," she shrugs, pouring more wine for the two of us.

"No more family chat?"

"I'll drink to that," she says, the two of us both taking a deep drink from our wine glasses. I rest my glass on the table and find myself staring again.

"How did you do it, V? I didn't want to ask until tomorrow, you know, leave tonight as just a fun tonight for us both, but I have to know how you managed to get here."

"I didn't do anything," she shrugs, twirling more spaghetti on her fork before taking the mouthful. "Okay… That's not entirely true."

"What happened?"

"Where do I begin?" She puts the cutlery down, washes her food down with a big gulp of wine and sits back, holding her glass elegantly. "When the Games finished and I was back at work, everything was different. New head Gamemaker, new Training Centre being built, brand new labs for me and my team. This year was going to be bigger than anything we've seen before. The head Gamemaker asked to see me, told me the sorts of things he wanted for the Quarter Quell and asked what I would need to make it happen. He had this look in his eye and he felt very familiar to me. I mean, he was already a Gamemaker so I knew him from work before his promotion, but this was a different familiarity, as if he knew me personally.

"He wasn't asking for the impossible in terms of designs for the Games so I knew instantly I'd be able to do it. But I hesitated for a moment, a voice in my head telling me there was an opportunity here. When we were together last, you gave me the idea of designing a bullshit research project and I was ready to do tha, but there he was, basically giving me a ticket to 4 on a golden platter. I breathed deep, found all the confidence in me to say that if he expected me to provide him with the highest quality muttations for such a historic Games, I would need to visit somewhere similar to the Arena he had designed. Without hesitation, he said he'd arrange for me to come to 4."

Venus's words resonate with me. It really is like this is all meant to be, that the universe is pushing us to be together. But I know there's something else, something bigger than I initially thought that's burning all around us as I speak.

"He's on our side, Finnick," she continues, her voice lowered to a whisper. "He knows what's coming, he's been preparing for this for years, and he wanted me to get you on our side, the side we've always been on."

I breathe deep and swallow hard, feeling my jaw pulsate. This wasn't what I was expecting at all. I thought I'd have to beg her to be a mole on the inside, gathering secrets even I couldn't get, and feed them back to me. I had heard rumours of the rebellion from other mentors, but I wouldn't consider myself a friend to them so I never expected to be included in their discussions about what's really going on. In many respects, I still come across as the Capitol's golden boy as I spend more time there than I do at home and I am relatively young and haven't built up trust over many years like they have. If only they knew the truth.

"Did he tell you that?" I ask, quietly. "That he wanted me?"

"Not straight away. Initially, I was just going to come here for 'research' and head straight for the Victor's Village to find you. But I had this funny feeling there was more going. The way he spoke to me, the words he chose when he did, the look in his eye. And then, one day during a meeting between the heads of all the teams involved in the Games, he angled his watch in such a way that I saw the mockingjay symbol, the same that Katniss wore in the arena, and I knew then where his allegiances were. He made his intentions more obvious when he asked me to dance at an exclusive ball we were both in attendance, where silent whispers were exchanged whilst surrounded by Capitol elite. He asked me what I intend to do in the future, pressed for what I really wanted to do, and I said how I wanted my research and work in genetics to be used to help people rather than kill them. He said that could happen if I was willing to fight on the right side. It was scary, I won't lie. He could've been a mole for all I knew, trying to see if I was another rebel for Snow to collect a tongue from. I said I'd do anything to live in that world, no different to what I told you. And that's when he said he needed more support and to start with the Victors because you're all a symbol of what is so wrong with this country."

She takes another big swig of the wine and breathes deep. I have so many questions but I don't want to interrupt her. Everything she is saying feels true. It's completely plausible for someone high up in Capitol society to be on the rebel side. Not everyone in the Capitol is proud and pompous; Venus herself is a prime example of that.

"He asked if I knew you, and I said I did. Part of me thinks he must've known that I had paid for your company, or that he knew we were matched. Fuck, for all I know, he could've been the one that matched us all those years ago. And that's when I knew he wanted you. He said you're strong and smart and resilient and because of your charming nature, you're exactly what we need. I didn't want to presume you'd be willing, so I said I'd talk to you when I got here, and he said he'd make it so I stayed with you, and here we are. I realise I've just talked at you for a long time and it's a lot to process but…"

"Of course, I'll do it," I say without hesitation. "Whatever he wants. God, I don't even know his name, but I'll do anything to make this a better world to live in."

"Heavensbee. Plutarch Heavensbee."

"What does Heavensbee want from me? Did he tell you?"

She breathes deep and swallows hard, her brow furrowed as her eyes dance all over my face before giving her reply. "At the moment, he wants to know you and any other Victors from 4 are on board."

"Oh, definitely. I don't know how good Mags will be, but she'll help if she can. Annie…" I say, trailing off a little. I hadn't spoken to Venus yet about her; fuck, there's so much to talk about.

"Finn, it's okay. You can talk about her with me," she says, reaching forward and taking my hand in hers. She gives it a reassuring squeeze and smiles.

"I don't think Annie will be much help, and nor will my delightful neighbour. But I'll put the feelers out. Although we're a Career District, I don't think everyone here is completely supportive of the Capitol."

"Good," she says, squeezing my hand again. "Are you feeling okay after all of that?"

"Oh, absolutely. I'm going to go out tonight and have an absolutely great night with my sexy badass scientist who's come all this way to fight for what's right. Speaking of, we should probably start getting ready."

"Yes, absolutely. We'll talk more tomorrow. I want to get dressed up and off my face, thank you very much."

"Have you…?" I say, leaning back and running a hand through my hair, biting my bottom lip. "Have you smuggled illicit substances from the Capitol to the Districts, Miss Evander?"

Her lips press together and she looks down, her cheeks flushing bright red.

"Maybe…" she says quietly. I shake my head and laugh to myself. "I just… I can't do the parties back home without something to take the edge off and alcohol just doesn't quite cut it. I won't do them if you don't want me to."

"V, I'm not your father; I can't and won't tell you what to do. I just…" I smile and laugh again.

"What?! I'm feeling very judged right now."

"I bought some myself for us!" I say, laughing.

"You what?!"

"Yeah, well, I'm very much like you. I go to so many parties and they're fucking unbearable when sober. And when I was told you would be coming and there was going to be a party, I couldn't resist."

"Fuck me, we really are a match. The only time I haven't done them is…"

"The night we met!"

"No!" she squeals, screwing up her napkin and throwing it at me. "Get the fuck out of my head!"

"No, it's comfy in there!" I laugh, throwing the napkin back at her. She giggles her angelic laugh and finishes off her glass of wine. "Right, you go up and shower if you want; I'll clear up everything down here."

"Don't you want to come and join me in the shower?"

"Oh, Venus, you temptress. We'll have plenty of time for that," I say with a cheeky wink. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and she breathes deep. "Less of those sexy eyes as well. I know what you're doing!"

"Right, fine, I'm going! And I'm taking a glass of this with me," she says, finishing off the last of what's in the bottle.

"You'll have to take some back with you. You've got enough room in your bags."

"Cheeky!" She giggles.

I clear up the plates and take them into the kitchen whilst her footsteps creak on the floorboards as she goes upstairs. I load the dishwasher and set it running whilst I wipe the surfaces. As I head upstairs, I can hear the shower running and what sounds like Venus singing. I put my ear to the door and smile to myself as the words can just be heard. It's a slow song, full of heart and soul, and her voice is simply divine. I never knew she could sing; I still don't know a lot about her. And yet… I feel so much.

I leave her in her world of bubbles and ballads and head to my room to get ready. I grab a quick shower, washing my body and hair in a coconut lather. I hang the towel loosely around my waist and allow myself to dry naturally as I get ready, starting with a fresh shave. I feel a bit of a hypocrite for judging Venus on her large supply of Capitol gadgets and collection of clothes, when I am quite high maintenance myself. What can I say? As much as I hate it, the Capitol has rubbed off on me. Creams to maintain my youth, drops to make my eyes sparkle like emeralds, delicious scents sprayed over my body, wax to solidify my hair in that messy yet charming style. I don clean underwear and socks and a fresh white shirt that I tuck into the printed pants. I pair the shirt with a skinny dark grey tie and adjust it so I don't feel like I'm being choked. I finish off with a pair of shiny black brogues, navy faced watch and sapphire cufflinks. I must admit, I do look quite dashing when dressed up.

"Are you almost done?" I say, knocking on the door of the spare bedroom.

"Don't come in!" she squeals. "I'm not ready yet; I want it to be a surprise."

I laugh to myself and shake my head. I head downstairs and wait for Venus patiently with a glass of white wine on the porch, my jacket draped over my lap. The waves roll onto the beach with a gentle crash, rippling in the whiteness of the moonlight. The sky is clear tonight, the stars shimmering and sparkling in the pure blackness.

"Ahem." Venus clears her throat behind me and snaps me out of my star gazing. I get up and turn to her.

"Fuck me…" I mumble under my breath, my jaw hitting the floor.

Although she's wearing a wig, it's the closest thing to the Venus I know that I could've imagined. Her hair comes down in tumbling waves of liquid 24 carat gold. Her make-up is smoky and dark, with little gold crystals on the inner of each eye that highlight her chocolate eyes and her plump kissable lips are painted a deep maroon.

Where do I begin with the dress? Rich dark emerald that hugs her curvaceous frame and floats elegantly to the floor. Part is cut out, revealing her silky-smooth waist and hips, and a deep slit up the side, exposing her exquisite thighs I can't wait to caress. Paired with gold jewellery around her neck and dangling from her ears, she is the perfect blend of Capitol couture and District delightfulness.

"Well?" she says, resting her hands on her hips and posing for me.

"Are you even wearing underwear?"

"Finnick!" She playfully hits me with her clutch bag. I laugh and pull her close to me, resting my hands on her exposed hips. Her eyes meet mine practically straight on, the heels making her almost six foot tall.

"You look… Absolutely incredibly gorgeous. It's going to be hard sharing you with the rest of the District tonight."

"Oh, I'm sure it won't be. You'll be busy yourself."

"Yeah, busy making sure no one makes unwanted advances on you."

"I'm 26 years old, Finnick, I know how to handle myself."

"You're 26?"

"Mhmm. My birthday was two weeks ago."

"Oh Venus, I'm sorry. I didn't know. Fuck!"

"Finn, relax, it's fine. You didn't know."

"No, I know, I just… I would've got you a present," I say, my lips pressing together and sighing deep.

"Oh shush, you. You don't need to get me anything. I've got everything I could ever want. Right here."

She leans in and presses her maroon lips to mine. All the frustration I had in me is released instantly and I feel at home in her kiss. She pulls back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

"I'll never get bored of those fireworks," she says quietly.

"Me either," I whisper back, massaging her bare hip with my thumb.

"For a moment there, I thought you were surprised that I was older than you."

"Oh no, absolutely not. I knew you were a little older when we first met."

"Not a bad thing?"

"Not a bad thing at all," I reply with a reassuring smile. "The age gap is nothing in comparison to what I'm used to in the Capitol."

"Alright, no need to brag, Mr Sexiest Man in Panem," she says with a roll of the eyes and a gentle laugh.

The doorbell rings, the unexpected noise shocking us back into reality. I check the time on my watch: 8:13pm. She checks my face for lipstick before I take her arm in mine and lead her out of my house, turning the lights off and locking the doors on the way. The driver waits patiently by the car and I give him a nod of acknowledgement. He opens the door closest to us and Venus climbs in. I head round to the other side, softly shutting the door as I sit down.

"This is all quite adorable here at night," she says, the typical Capitol shrill returning. After so long of hearing her talk to me relatively normally, it was a stark reminder of the mask she has to wear in public. "The lights, the sound of the waves, the little water fountain by the gates."

"Thank you, Miss Evander. I'm sure it is quite cute in comparison to the grandeur of the Capitol," I reply. As the car pulls away from my house and loops round back to the gates, I reach out and stroke my finger delicately over her knuckle. I catch a glimpse of her faint smile in the corner of her mouth and feel her finger latch around mine.

"Tell me, Mr Odair, did you grow up near here?"

"Not too far, actually," I reply. "The Victors Village sits on a purpose-built peninsula, giving the Victors a private but still coastal home. If you were to follow this road round, and carry on for about five minutes by car, chuck a left and then a right, you'll find my old road, in a part of the District called Karkinos Sands."

She glances to me, her brow furrowed. I sense what she is thinking from the look on her face.

She's only there?

I nod, breathing deep. My mother is a short walk from where I live and still has no desire to have me in her life any more. I could live next door to her and she wouldn't even acknowledge me. I feel her finger tighten on mine, as if she was squeezing my hand reassuringly. The silent communication is all I need to know that she empathises.

"So, you grew up with the Victors Village on your doorstep? That must've been exciting!" she says. "Did that inspire you to train?"

It's no secret that I did train for the Games. Mags told me to make it obvious so that I could get in with the Careers, even though I was a lot younger than them. My father was a realistic man and knew that even though the chance of one of his children getting Reaped was slim, there was still a chance. He didn't send us to the academy in the north, but trained us himself, just in case. Nothing too crazy: exercises to keep us fit and strong, a little one-on-one combat, how to make a weapon out of ropes we'd use on our boats as well as some basic survival tips. Of course, the odds were certainly not in my favour and my name was pulled out of the bowl at the young age of 14. No one stepped forth to volunteer, so I was whisked away from my home with the uncertainty of return.

"Yes, it did," I say, trying to joke about the faux bad boy Career image I had built. "I had my idols on my doorstep, what more could I want?" I roll my eyes dramatically and she tries to contain her silent laughter.

"And now you're an idol to the youth of District 4 and the rest of Panem, Mr Odair. I must get your autograph before I leave; my friends will be incredibly jealous I've shared your company."

"I'll give you more than an autograph, Miss Evander." Her eyebrow raises and the corner of the lip is bitten ever so gently. The subtle flirting makes me smile and I give her a cheeky wink.

I glance out the window and the Justice Building comes into view, sudden flashes of my Reaping coming back to memory. There's no sound system or large screens, but there is a red carpet leading to the entrance guarded by Peacekeepers and illuminated by torches of fire. They really have gone all out for their guest from the Capitol. The car slows down and comes to a stop, the driver getting out and opening the door for Venus. I get out my side, button up my jacket and meet her at her side. She thanks the driver and smiles politely as he nods and gets back in the car and drives off.

"Miss Evander?" I say, offering my arm for her to take.

"Mr Odair," she says, her seductive voice sending shivers through me as her arm wraps around mine. We make our way slowly towards the entrance and I feel her fumble in her bag. She takes out a pill-shaped silver container and takes the lid off, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deep.

"Holy shit!" she says.

"You okay, V?"

"Never better," she says, grinning. Her pupils have dilated almost instantly and her eyes are more captivating than ever. She offers the silver pill to me and I tentatively take it. This is the fanciest way I've ever gotten high before. Here goes nothing! I inhale deep and it hits me almost instantly. Blood pumping, heart racing, my body is on fire in the most exhilarating way. I feel everything better than I have ever felt before.

"Fuck me, this is the good shit," I say, handing the pill back to her and she puts it away in her bag.

"You know it baby!" she giggles, the Capitol in her coming out as the drugs take full effect. "And the best part? No bad comedowns!"

"That's what we like to hear!" I laugh.

I help her up the steps to the Justice Building and the sound of orchestral music vibrates in my ears exquisitely as we get closer. Peacekeepers open the doors for us and we follow the carpet down to the main hall. It's been decorated to match the grandeur of the guest that is draped on my arm, bright and colourful yet intricately tasteful. The hall is full of familiar faces: high ups of the District government, business men and women, Victors old and young with their families, some dancing, some drinking, some helping themselves to the delicious looking spread that has been laid out.

"There she is!" Mayor Ridley exclaims as he bounds over to us in a black tux. He takes her hand and kisses it. "Miss Evander, might I say, you look divine!"

"Oh, Adrian, you are far too kind!" she giggles.

"And, Finnick, as always, you scrub up very nicely."

"Thank you, Mayor," I say with a smile.

"Quite the attractive pair you two make!" he says, and Venus and I look at each other and start laughing. God, this feels amazing, having her arm wrapped around mine whilst endorphins flood my body. "Come, Miss Evander, let me introduce you to my wife. She's been dying to meet you."

Venus is peeled from my arms and is passed around the room like a newborn baby. I'm not alone for long and soon swarmed with ladies. Double kiss on the cheeks, you look handsome, your dress is lovely, incredible Games this year, yes they really were interesting, I can't wait to see what happens next year, I read your interview, I saw your advert, are those abs really yours? The mingling is made significantly bearable by the euphoria my head swims in. Staff pass by with champagne and I finish glass after glass, working my way around the room. I must admit, I am good at all this even if it is meaningless chatter. The charming smile definitely helps, and the dimples are the icing on the cake.

Mayor Ridley clinks his champagne glass and all the guests turn to him as he gives a speech. He starts off by welcoming everyone and thanking us all for coming tonight to welcome our special guest. He drones on about the extreme honour it is to have a visitor from the Capitol who has chosen our District to conduct research for the historic Games next summer and starts to list some of her scientific breakthroughs. Stood to the side of him with other District officials, she smiles brightly, the drugs fully masking the embarrassment I can sense she's feeling. I'm accustomed to the attention and limelight now, but she's so used to being tucked away in her lab, working away and doing her thing. Of course, she must get praised at work all the time for what she does, but I can't imagine she's ever had as much adoration and attention as a whole District before. The Mayor finishes off by asking everyone to raise a toast to Venus Evander and wishes everyone a happy Hunger Games. Even across the room, I can see the redness flushing her cheeks as everyone looks to her and raises their glasses. Her eye catches mine as the hall echoes her name and I wink before taking a sip of champagne. She smiles into her glass before taking a conservative sip and the spotlight is off her and the mingling continues.

Throughout all of the mind-numbing conversation and dreary dancing, my eye has been on her all night. I want to make sure she is safe and she is enjoying herself, and she certainly seems to be. Her angelic laughter resonates above the violins and it sends electric shivers through me. I catch glimpses of her gold wig shimmering in the chandelier light, her eyes widening when another glass of champagne is handed to her, the playful smile on her face when someone undoubtedly compliments her on her gown. It's not until my neighbour approaches her that I start to feel on edge, my heart pounding away in my chest. I don't think he'd actually make a pass at her, especially in such a public place, however I can imagine that he would say some things that would make her uneasy. Try not to worry, Finnick, she said she can handle herself.

"Finnick, dear, is everything alright?" the Mayor's wife says, snapping me back to the room. I smile brightly and nod.

"Never better," I grin. Her eyes follow the line to where I was looking and she laughs quietly.

"Stunning, isn't she?"

"You could say that," I say, smiling as I take a sip of champagne.

"And a delight to talk to as well. I do miss the girly gossiping."

"You mean to say you and Adrian don't go and get manicures together and talk about boys?" I say with a wink.

"Finnick!" she says, pushing me playfully as she laughs. "You know what I mean. Now the girls are both married off and living their own lives, life in the Justice Building can get quite lonely."

"Oh, I can imagine you miss Cordelia and Alexandra dearly. How are they both?"

"Well, Lexi is…"

"Excuse me, Mrs Ridley," says the familiar voice of Venus as she approaches us with all the poise and grace she has. "Might I borrow this delightful young man from you for a moment? I've danced with everyone here except my host."

"Of course, my dear. I hope my husband didn't step on your toes!"

"More like the other way round!" Venus giggles, making Mrs Ridley laugh.

"Oh, how funny. Well, I shall leave you in the capable hands of Mr Odair and I'll go make sure my husband's feet are okay. Enjoy, Finnick," Mrs Ridley says, before giving me a cheeky wink and disappearing into the crowded ballroom.

"Miss Evander?" I say, turning to my guest and offering my hand. Her maroon lips curl into a seductive smile and she takes it. I lead her to the middle of the makeshift dance floor, rest one hand on her exposed hip and let her pull me closer by the shoulder. Magnetically drawn and lost in her eyes, we dance.

"You've improved," she says, her lips barely moving in the low whisper as she breaks the blissful silence of our dancing. Her eyes light up in the chandelier light and in that moment, I'm transported back to that night four years ago, feeling our souls combine. I have hers and she has mine, like no one else is in the room. If only there was an arch that we could disappear into.

"Why, thank you. I've had the unfortunate pleasure of having more practice since then," I reply in an equally low voice.

"A pro to such an awful con. Fuck, I hate it so much."

"Don't, V. Don't be angry on my behalf. I've made peace with my situation, and try to laugh at it as much as possible. If I don't laugh, I'll cry and no one wants to see that."

"I know, I know. Good vibes only from now. Don't want a bad trip, eh?"

"Absolutely not," I say, smiling bright. "How has your evening been?"

"Quite tame really. I feel a bit weird being absolutely wired whilst everyone around me is just exchanging pleasant chit chat."

"Yeah, I know the feeling," I say with a chuckle. "But it's been okay? What did Cyrus say?"

"Oh, he was a little flirty, but nothing I couldn't handle," she says with a chipper tone that makes my mind wonder and I feel my brow furrow with concern. "Stop worrying, Finn. Honestly, he was fine. He stayed a respectable distance and didn't touch me. Besides, you would've known if he did. I know you've been watching me all night, making sure I'm okay."

"Oh? Caught me staring, did you?"

"Maybe once or twice. Only because I couldn't stop staring at you," she says, her cheeks turning rosy beneath the make-up.

"Oh, have you really?"

"I find it physically impossible not to. You're like my own personal brand of cocaine."

"Better than the stuff in your little silver pill."

"Oh, fuck, don't. Both of you combined. It's the highest high of my life. I never want this feeling to end."

"How do you feel about keeping this party going when we get back to mine? More wine, some music, maybe a few games?"

"Fuck yes! Let's go now!"

"Now?"

"Yes, now! Unless you want to stay?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely not."

"Come on, then. Let's say our goodbyes and keep this party going."

She takes me by the hand and pulls me off the dancefloor towards the Mayor and the group of District officials he is talking to.

"Ah, Venus! And Finnick! How lovely of you to join us. We were just saying-"

"Oh, Adrian," she interrupts. "I'm so sorry, I'd love to stay and chat, but I must retire for the evening."

"Oh, really? So soon?" the Mayor says with almost a pouty face.

"I know, but I have work to do, don't I?" she says, glancing to me for a brief second that makes all the blood in me rush to my groin. I never thought being referred to as work that needed to be done would be so arousing.

"Oh, of course! It is the whole reason you're here, after all, and I wouldn't want you to be ill all day. Have you enjoyed yourself?"

"It's been a delight. Thank you for organising all of this. Honestly, it has been so lovely coming here and meeting all of you and celebrating tonight. I've never felt so welcomed by complete strangers before."

"The pleasure was all mine. And you Finnick?"

"I've had a lovely evening," I say with a charming smile.

"Well, I hope you're well rested for tomorrow and if you need anything, anything at all, you let me know right away, okay?"

"Of course, Adrian."

Double kisses to the cheek and firm handshakes exchanged, we leave the Justice Building arm in arm and as high as we first entered. I help Venus down the stairs and back up the red carpet. A car waits for us at the end of the and I open the door for her before climbing in the other side. The driver pulls out and makes his way towards the Victors Village.

"Thank fuck for that!" she says, giggling. Her Capitol mask has definitely dropped a little from the intoxication but she still has most of her faculties from what I can tell. "I never want to explain my job to that many people ever again."

"I can imagine it was fun to begin with."

"Oh, I won't lie, I love it when I see the light in a man's eyes die out when they realise that someone who looks like me also has a brain."

"Did you ever see that in me when you told me what you did?"

"Not at all. Yours lit up, actually, but then you're different. You don't have a judgemental bone in your body, Finnick."

"No more Mr Odair, eh?"

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mr Odair, greatest Victor of the Hunger Games and sexiest man in all of Panem. How can I ever make it up to you?" she says overdramatically, making me chuckle.

"Ah, I'm sure I can think of something," I reply in a low purr and I see her eyes glaze over with desire and the corner of her lip bitten. It's amazing what a sentence can do to each other. I find all the energy in me to hold myself back from lunging forward and biting that lip myself.

The car comes to a grinding halt outside my house, snapping me out of all my lustful thoughts. I get out and head round to Venus' side, opening the door for her and taking her hand as she gets out. I lead her up the porch steps and open the door for her.

"Right, do you want some more wine?" I say as I close the door behind us. I turn to go towards the kitchen, but I'm stopped by her hands taking my face and her lips crashing on mine, kissing me hungrily and deeply. My eyes roll back into their sockets and I moan as I'm pushed back onto the door, her divine body holding me in place. She pulls back, breathing deep, and I lick my lips, the taste completely delicious and addictive.

"Yes please," she says quietly. "I'll meet you in there."

She pecks me briefly on the lips before making her way up stairs, her hips rocking and buttocks bouncing hypnotically.

"Fuck…" I say breathlessly. I blink a few times and shake my head. This woman will ruin me and I would be absolutely fine with that.

I head to the kitchen, turning on a few lights and lighting a few candles before tossing my blazer to one side and loosening the tie around my neck, and find clean wine glasses. I grab another bottle of the white we were drinking earlier from the fridge and pour two glasses. I check the time on my watch: 11:08pm. Quite early in the scheme of things. Capitol parties go on until the early hours whereas this District affair was much more formal. Now that I think about it, the last party I went to in 4 was my own, in this very house for my 16th birthday, when I still had friends from school and Snow hadn't ruined my life with his visit.

"There he is!" she says in the kitchen doorway. Still wearing the divinely revealing dress sans the heels and golden wig, Venus runs a hand through her long icy waves as she sits up on the bar in front of me. Her chocolate eyes sparkle in the dim light, her pupils large enough for me to dive in and swim in the darkness

"You've just gone from a 10/10 to a 15/10," I say, unable to stop looking at her.

"All because I lost the wig?"

"Well, that plays a part in it, for sure. But also because you're here with me and only me."

"Sounding a little possessive there Finnick!"

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that," I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I just… Tonight felt a little like the night we met, except I hardly spent any time with you."

"And we didn't fuck each other's brains out in a secret room."

"I mean, we could've…"

"Finnick!" She laughs. "Now you tell me!"

"I don't think the cleaning closet quite has the same romantic but erotic vibe as that four-poster bed."

"Ooo, it could've done," says Venus, her eyebrow raising in a seductive manner that has me hooked. "Against the wall… bent over… dress hiked up to my waist… careful not to make any noise… heavy breathing in my ear… sweaty and breathless… before going back into the ballroom with the warmth of you inside me…"

My mouth parts and I swallow hard. I blink a few times and clear my throat as I fidget from the uncomfortable tightening in my pants. The fantasy images of her description swim in my mind and I take a deep drink of wine.

"You could write erotica with words like that," I say, wiping the wetness from my lips. She takes the glass and holds the stem elegantly before taking a sip.

"Mmm, you think?" I nod. "I've got enough inspiration to draw from after all."

"I wonder who that could be," I say with a cheeky smile.

"The science teacher, of course," she replies, coyly smiling.

"Oh, fuck you, Venus!"

"So jealous!"

"Fuck, I am and I can't help it! You're like my own personal brand of cocaine!"

"And now, you're stealing my words! I'll sue you for plagiarism!"

"You'd win that lawsuit as well," I chuckle. "What would you want as a settlement?"

"You become my next Avox, except we'll keep the tongue. I quite like that," she says, her own tongue peaking out from between her teeth. My heart races and the tightness in my pants becomes more uncomfortable. I shake my head and look down into my wine glass.

"I… I can't… You win," I say, throwing my hand up defensively. "The sexiest man in Panem cannot compete with this anymore. You deserve the crown much more than I do."

"Venus Evander, top genetic scientist and sexiest man in Panem. Ya know, it has a ring to it," she says, giggling.

"Right, less sex talk otherwise my balls are gonna explode and don't turn that into something sexy. I can see the look on your face, V, I know you want to."

That was her put in her place, and yet, she can't stop giggling, like a naughty child that's just been told not to laugh. I shake my head and put some music on, a little more upbeat than the orchestra from earlier. I grab a pack of cards and sit next to her at the breakfast bar, starting off with a relatively tame drinking game I used to play.

"Oh, these are cute!" Venus says as she shuffles them. The King, Queen and Jack cards are replaced with mermaids. Anyone would think District 4 is obsessed with the sea! We take it in turns, drawing cards and guessing if the next one will be higher or lower than the previous one. If you get it right, you're safe, but if you're wrong, you have to drink for however long the numerical distance is between the cards.

"Fuck!" I groan, as I guess lower when a King is drawn after a six. Venus cheers me on for eight seconds, and I finish my glass of wine. "Okay, I can't play this anymore, I don't want to be dead!"

"Aw, sore loser?"

"Absolutely not! I accepted that and drank like a true champ. I just don't want to waste tomorrow in bed with a hangover from hell!"

"Right, I've got just the thing," she says, sliding off the chair and pecking me on the lips quickly before disappearing upstairs. I top up our wine glasses and she returns with a box and hands it to me. The branding is typical of the Capitol: big and bold and attention grabbing.

"Revival?" I say, turning the box over. "Are these hangover pills?"

"Uh-huh. You never had them before?"

"No, I feel cheated!"

"Take one at some point before you go to sleep and you'll be right as rain in the morning. How else do you think everyone in the Capitol can party so hard and still function the next day?"

"I mean, I assumed drugs, but I expected something more illegal than this."

"Go to a pharmacy when you're next in town and buy them in bulk. You can take it now; it won't hurt."

I push a little pink pill out for her and one for myself, and we knock them back with wine.

"Well, the party will continue!" I say, chuckling.

I love this. I love this so much. It feels so natural. Swigging wine, playing games, the occasional sniff from her little silver pill or drag from her electric cigarette. Everything in moderation, though, of course. This is a once in a lifetime night. I have no idea when or if I'll see Venus again, so I'm making the most of it before she's whisked back to the Capitol. I don't think I remember the last time I had so much fun; it probably would be when I was a kid, fresh out of the Arena and living the Victor life with my friends on the beach every day. She's like the best friend I never had and the lover I always wanted rolled into one. Well, a lover should really be like your best friend, right? I never understood why women would ask me if I wanted a relationship or fun; surely relationships should be fun when they're with the right person. And let's be honest, Venus is my match; I shouldn't be so surprised I'm loving every minute of this.

Annie crosses my mind and I think of how much she would've loved this as well. If only I met her before she volunteered for the Games or even before I met Venus. But what's the point in thinking of the past? I can't change it, as much as I want to, and even if I could, would I? I am fully aware of the cunt I am for what I'm doing right now and what I have done to her and I'm not going to try and justify it. My life is so fucked up; I'm taking all the love I can get.

"Let's play 'never have I ever'!" I say, taking another drag from her NicStick.

"No, absolutely not," Venus replies, dancing in her seat as a chilled summer party song comes on.

"Aw, are you scared you'll end up drinking loads because of all the naughty things you've done?"

"Exactly that! I've played this game enough times to know it always goes sexual after two or three goes and you know I'm not exactly an angel."

"Oh, come on! It'll be fun! I'll be good; I promise," I say with a pout.

"Ugh, fine! You know I can't say no to that face," she says with a giggle. "You have to start though."

"Okay fine. Never have I ever…" I pour out some more wine for us. "Gone skinny dipping."

"You said you'd be good!" She protests.

"That is good! It's just naked swimming, V, you're the one making it sexual."

She smiles to herself, eyelashes fluttering and concedes that I'm right. We both drink at the same time. "In the pool?"

"Indeed; it's such a nice feeling. I take it the other Victors have seen you commando on the beach a few times then?"

"Maybe once or twice," I say with a wink. "Your turn."

"Never… Have I ever… broken a bone?" I drink alone this time. "Which one?"

"Arm. I was about 10 years old, maybe 11. I was playing with Fletch on one of my father's boats. Pretending to be pirates was one of my favourite games as a kid. I was always the Captain and Fletch used to either be one of my crew mates or a rival pirate and we'd fight with sticks. I climbed up onto the boat covering and shouted 'I'm the king of the seas!' and proceeded to slip on the plastic and fall."

"Oh shit!"

"Luckily, I didn't hurt my head and there wasn't much blood, but I was in a cast for six weeks. Everyone in school loved it; it was covered in signatures."

"I bet they did," she laughs. "I take it… Fletch is your brother?"

"Mhmm… Finnick, Fletcher and Felicity Odair. My father had a thing for f's, apparently. Probably because he said fuck a lot," I say with a chuckle. "And I wonder where I get it from."

"You must miss them a lot."

"Come on, V. We said no more family chat."

"Are you sure?" she says, her head tilting to the side. I nod, sipping my wine again.

"I'm not having this conversation now, especially not when I'm so fucked." I clear my throat and my head of thoughts of my dead siblings and father. No, I'm definitely not having this conversation now. I will though, when I'm ready. "Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex."

We both go to sip our drinks, and the look on our faces is identical as we drink.

"No?!" we say in unison.

"What happened?!" she asks, eyes wide with excitement. I get comfortable in the chair and start to recount the story.

"The one and only time I've had my company paid for by a man in the Capitol. This was about two years ago. A junior minister in government, if I remember correctly. He didn't want sex, just wanted to take me out for dinner and spend the evening with me."

"A proper escort then?"

"You could say that," I say, sipping from my glass. "He was a lovely man, the conversation flowed very well and it didn't feel as awkward as I initially thought. I'm so used to flirting with women and saying all the things I know they want to hear, but this was just like going for dinner with a business partner or maybe even a friend, I guess. At the end, he thanked me for a lovely evening and kissed me."

"Is that it?! Where are the details?!" she says, almost at the edge of her seat.

"The kiss was good. Gentle. Reserved. A little bit of tongue but no tonsil tennis. He was nervous, and I was in shock as I wasn't expecting it. But yeah… I've kissed a man and I'm not ashamed of it at all."

"Fuck yeah! I love that confidence. Be comfortable in your masculinity, Finn, it's so attractive."

"Why, thank you V! I am very comfortable in it. I can appreciate a good-looking man, for sure. Now tell me your kiss story."

"You say that like it was a one-time thing!" she giggles as she sips from her wine glass.

"What?!" My eyes widen as my jaw drops.

"Of course, I've kissed women. Lots of them. I went to university and I explored my sexuality a fair amount."

"Have you…?"

"Mhmm. I have. And don't be getting any ideas of threesomes; I said I'd never do it again."

"Again!? What the… Fuck! I don't even know where to start with the questions I have racing in my mind right now," I say, leaning my head on my hand as my eyes dance all over the incredible woman sitting in front of me.

"I'll put it all simply for you. I've slept with men and women, sometimes together, sometimes separately. It was fun, I won't lie. Picked up a few hints and tricks along the way," she says, her eyes glinting seductively in the low light. I swallow hard, the uncomfortable feeling in my pants returning. She glances down to the bulge for a brief second before a quick drink of wine. "I think it's my turn now, isn't it? Never have I ever had mind blowing sex on top of a breakfast bar."

Locked in a heated gaze, neither of us drink from our wine glasses. I swallow hard and breathe deep. You can cut the sexual tension with a spoon. One of us will have to say or do something soon; we can't stay like this forever. Her teeth sink into her plump maroon lip and I know where this is going.

The glasses smash to the floor and the chairs are knocked back as we both get up and our lips crash. One hand in her hair, one on her buttocks, delving my tongue deeper with each kiss. It's ravenous and passionate and, fuck, it's hot. Our kisses become more frantic and carnal, my grip on her ass tightening. Venus moans against my lips as she flings her arms around my neck. In one swift movement, I pick her up and set her down on the kitchen counter, bring her close to the edge and push the emerald fabric up her silky legs. She sinks her teeth into my bottom lip and a snarl escapes my throat, my whole body shuddering from the intense pleasurable pain.

"So naughty," I say against her lips.

"The naughtiest nice girl you'll ever meet," she moans. Venus pulls back a little and her fingers work the tie off my neck before pulling the shirt out from my pants and ripping it from my body, buttons flying in all directions. "Maybe that was more naughty than nice."

"I liked that shirt as well," I say, looking down at my exposed chest that her hands are running all over. I pocket the cufflinks and remove the remains of the fabric. "Better?"

"Much better," she says slowly, her cool breath tingling over my wet and wanting lips. I take her face in both hands, stroking her cheek with my thumb.

"Do you want this?" I say, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I want this," she replies quietly, her large eyes begging and pleading. "I want you. I'll always want you, Finnick."

"I'm sorry, I just… I know we're both pretty fucked right now and I don't want you to regret any-"

"I don't regret anything with you, and I won't ever. Fuck, you make consenting so fucking sexy," she smiles.

I bring her face to mine and kiss her passionately, exploring her delicious mouth with my tongue. Venus moans against my lips and the exquisite noise drives me crazy, sparking that carnal desire I have for her. My fingers find the zip at the back of her dress and pull it down, her perfectly round breasts staying pert as they're released from the fabric. She fumbles with my belt and releases my manhood from the tortuous prison of my boxers. Her fingers play and toy with the sensitive skin, making my body weak and alight with pleasure.

"Oh, Venus," I moan against her lips. I need her now more than ever. I push her legs further apart and trail my hands up her thighs. My lips curl into a smile as my fingers meet the silky skin of her hips. She really wasn't wearing any underwear. My mind races with the thought, making me twitch with excitement. She guides me inside her, the tightness and wetness satisfying all my wants and needs and wishes as I stretch and fill her, groaning against her ear.

"Oh, fuck," she whimpers, her body shivering with ecstasy.

I rock back and forth, building up an erotic rhythm of unchaste desire. Her nails dig deep into my buttocks as she pants breathlessly from the euphoria. Her exquisite groans against my neck turn me on even more, making me move faster, harder, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her with each movement. My heart races in my chest, like it's going to explode at any moment. The bounce of her breasts, the flush of crimson across her chest, the pleasurable contortions of her beautiful face; everything about her drives me crazy and I won't last much longer. I slow down, allowing the building wave of pleasure to dissipate.

"Too much?" she smirks, looking from between her legs back up to me.

"Mmm, just a bit," I chuckle breathlessly. "I don't think the little guy will be up for more fun if I finish now and I don't want this to end."

"Little guy?" she laughs, her giggle mixed with little moans. "Mmm, definitely not little. Perfectly sized, I should say."

"Perfectly sized guy, then," I smile, pecking her lips quickly. "Can… Can we go upstairs?"

"Of course, my love." Her words make me twitch inside her, a reaction I have no control over that makes her erupt with laughter, the sensation tingling and vibrating all over my manhood. "He agrees!"

I feel the heat begin to rise in my cheeks and I shake my head. I pull out of her, my member glistening in the candlelight with her delicious juices. Her eyes widen at the sight and she licks her lips seductively. Fuck, it takes all my self-control not to drive back into her and carry on. It doesn't help that she's still sat there, legs spread, dress barely on and glowing with sexual energy. No, Finnick, what's to come will be worth the wait.

I bring my pants back up to my waist, tucking my erection away, and help Venus off the counter, mindful of the broken glass on the floor that I must remember to clean in the morning. She rearranges her dress so it's more on than off before helping me turn off all the lights and blow out the candles. She takes my hand and leads me up the two flights of stairs, glancing back down to me with a smouldering seductive look in her eyes. She tentatively opens the door to my bedroom and looks around, hand still firm in mine. The bed looks out to the balcony, the moon illuminating the inviting plush covers. She stops in front of a canvas I have hanging on my wall, her lips parting as she stares.

"Is that…" she starts, still mesmerised by the familiar sight.

"Mhmm…" I say from behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my head on hers. To the untrained eye, the canvas depicts a tasteful nude shot of a curvaceous woman, with ruffled hair and crimson plump lips. To me, it is my world.

"You had it made into a painting?" she says quietly, squeezing my fingers slightly. I nod, careful not to disturb our divine closeness.

"I did say that you're a true work of art," I reply, bending down and kissing her neck. "Every morning, I wake up to a goddess, and now I'll wake up to her in the flesh."

I kiss her neck once more before pulling back and sitting on the end of the bed, pulling off my shoes, socks and pants. She stays and runs a finger along the brushstrokes that highlight the curve of her buttocks. Lost in her thoughts for a brief moment, she comes back to reality, turning around and slipping out of the dress. Her figure glistens in the light of the moon, her hips and waist dipping in and out in a beautiful silhouette, a truly ethereal sight. My breath hitches in my throat and my lips part. What I'd give to have her camera in hand right now. I put my hand out and she takes it, and I pull her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling my face against her smooth stomach.

"Only we can go from mind blowing kitchen counter sex to gooey lovey dovey intimacy," I say quietly. She plays with the hair at the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Mmm, it's what I love about us. About you," Venus replies, her voice barely a whisper. I kiss her, just above the navel, and look up at her. Her smoky eyes are calmer now, the buzz of our evening starting to wear off.

"I love you, Venus."

Her lips press together and I feel all the flutters I know she's feeling.

"I love you, too, Finnick," she says, bending down and kissing me on the lips, slowly and sensuously. She pulls back and climbs into bed next to me, beckoning me with her finger. I do as instructed, and pull the covers back and snuggle in beside her. Our limbs entwine, her behind magnetic to my front, and I nuzzle my face into her neck, inhaling her delicious scent that sends euphoric waves through me, feeling higher than I have all night. I kiss her neck and I feel her shiver from my gentle touch.

"That tickles," she says, giggling ever so quietly.

"In a good way?" I whisper, my words tingling over her ears. She nods, small and barely audibly moans vibrating from her throat. The sound arouses all my senses and the blood rushes back to my groin. I run my hand down her front, her legs parting open at my touch, and my fingers tease the wet folds.

"Holy… fuck…" she says slowly and breathlessly, her head rolling back. My lips dance over her neck and ears as my fingers circle the delicious button. Her moans are quiet and whimpering, begging for release.

"So wet," I purr into her ear, licking the edge of her lobe.

"All because of you," she moans. Her hips move in time with my playing, grazing across my erection. My eyes roll back into their sockets as my body shivers with ecstasy, my carnal hunger for her returning. Her buttocks angle towards me and the wetness teases over my member, filling her slowly, inch by inch. I groan into her neck and feel her nails dig deep into my thighs. Sensuous and sensual, our hips rock back and forth, rolling and gyrating, circling in time with my fingers. Her moans are soft and gasp-like, guiding me to the right rhythm of burning passion. Crazy hot kitchen counter sex with her was incredible, but this, this quiet and romantic love making, something I've never had before, is just… euphoric.

"Oh… Venus..." I groan into her ear, breathing heavy with each stroke of my hips.

I graze my teeth along her neck, my breath hitching in my throat as the pleasure begins to build and I bite onto her shoulder. Her free hand reaches behind her and finds my face, her fingers rubbing against my cheek and playing with my hair. I catch a glimpse of her face, her rich chocolate eyes fluttering with erotic deliria.

I love you.

She didn't say it; she doesn't need to. Her love burns through me, every minute of every day, and more intensely as our bodies and souls connect.

I love you, too.

Her lips curl into a smile before her body contracts briefly, the subtly obvious hint that she is close to orgasm and I know I have to time this right. My fingers slow whilst my hips quicken, the tension in my groin becoming tighter and tighter. Her legs tremble against mine and her nails dig into my scalp, pushing me down so her lips meet mine. Her moans vibrate from her throat to mine as her kisses become frantic and carnal. Her eyelashes flutter open and her pupils dilate. Yes, Venus, yes, feel everything I'm feeling and more!

Climax consumes us, rushing through me and into her in a blissful wave of raw emotion and sensation. Intense tingles in all my veins as her contractions slow around my sensitive member. Her chest heaves and I ease myself out, careful not to disturb our divine intimacy. I bring my arms up and pull her close to me by the waist.

"That was…" she whispers breathlessly.

"Yeah, it was," I say, chuckling slightly as my heart rate begins to calm down. "A perfect end to a perfect evening with a perfect woman."

"I'm hardly perfect."

"You are. To me."

"Fuck me, you're a walking cliché," she says with a quiet angelic giggle.

"What can I say? You do things to me, Venus Evander."

"Crazy hot things." She lifts my arm and takes a moment to turn to face me. Her body glows with sexual energy in the darkness of my room. Her thumb massages the small of my back as her eyes lock with mine "I can't wait to spend tomorrow with you."

"A full day as well. I hope you don't get bored of me."

"I don't think I ever could. You could get bored of me."

"Absolutely not. I think I could lay next to you like this for hours without speaking and be completely content. I do have some things planned though."

"Really?" she says, her eyes lighting up.

"And before you ask, I'm not telling you. You'll have to wait to find out."

"Not even a hint?"

"Hmm… Nope. You're just going to have to wait. Just to confirm, you really don't have to do any work whilst you're here?"

"You're the only work I'm doing," she says with a seductive smile resting on her lips.

"That's what I like to hear," I purr, leaning in and kissing her gently.

"I've just realised…" she says as I pull back from her. "I still owe you."

"Are we still keeping an orgasm tally?" I say with a quiet laugh. "What is it then? Seven six to you?"

"You remembered?"

"How could I forget? Each one is just… mind blowing. Mind engraining, in fact. What you do to me and I do to you… Fuck." Venus laughs to herself, the giggle soon turning into a yawn. "Tired, baby?"

She nods, nestling closer to me. I place a lock of her hair behind her ear and hold her close to me.

"Thank you," she says, the circling on my back becoming slower as her breathing becomes deeper.

"What for?"

"For being you. For coming back when you walked out of my apartment. For loving me." Her words are a low quiet mumble, the darkness of slumber taking her and it's not long before it takes me.