Ok, I've rewritten this chapter and edited it a few times. I think it fits the first chapter better and where this story is going.

I thought by not locking the door I would be the one to end the game. But no. My parents came to my rescue. Apparently they were awake and had noticed one figure outside chasing another. Ever the good Samaritans they decided to rush outside as well and they quickly discovered my prospective attacker.

For whatever reason instead of sending him away or placing him under protective custody they greeted him like he was an old family friend. Then they invited him in to their own home to sleep in my bed as the 'guest house not fit for a human being' as my mother so kindly put it. They had no time to prepare the guest house for anyone to stay in so they wouldn't dare put someone they apparently thought so highly of in it. If you don't count me that is. This is where I was sent to spend the night, alone, stewing over the preferential treatment he's been given.

I glared at his last smirk at me as my parents led him into their home. I take solace in the fact that he'll get what he deserves when morning comes. I'll make sure of that.

My luggage is going to arrive in the morning at my parents and all of my other clothes are in my room. There is no way I am going all the way over there for them so I search my parents old drawers in my father's old room. My one bit of luck is I am able to find my mother's old pajamas so I slip on a tank top and shorts and slide into my father's old bed.

The trip here was long and disappointingly uneventful, even with that little game he started. All I want to do is sleep and forget.

My eyes aren't closed for long when I hear a creak from downstairs. My heart skips a beat. Maybe our game isn't over. If it's who I think it is, he's braver than I gave him credit for. Sneaking past my parents is no simple feat.

I could put up another fight and hide or lock the door but my body is heavy with want for sleep. So I keep my eyes closed and wait. Waiting for what will come first, sleep or him.

If he wanted to take me by surprise he is sorely mistaken. For the next few minutes all I hear are lights flicking on and off and doors opening as he searches for me. I could have easily slipped out through a window by now. The desire and energy I had earlier has completely faded to keep playing this game. Unfortunately with all the noise he's made I can't make myself fall asleep either.

Finally his footsteps stop when he reaches my door. I turn away from the door and lay as still as I can covered by the blanket up to my chin.

My door shifts open and I can hear his faint breathing.

Maybe I'm not so tired. I want to see what his plan is now that he's made it this far.

The door quietly closes behind him. "Finally," he mumbles under his breath.

I bite my lip to stop from letting a laugh out. He walks over to the bed so he's right behind me.

He slips off his shoes and remarks, "Next time I'm going to put a tracking device on you." He sounds a little angry it took so long to find me. As if it would have made a difference if he knew exactly where I was. I heard him coming. He's as loud as a bear and I would have had plenty of time to get away. But I don't say a word. I still feign that I am fast asleep.

The bed sinks under his weight as he climbs on top of me with his limbs surrounding my body.

He leans in so I can feel his warm breath on my neck, "I know you're awake."

He doesn't know that. I haven't moved or breathed in the slightest.

A deep chuckle escapes his throat, "Tsk, tsk, Mellark. You honestly think I'm going to fall for this trick." Yes, please. I just want him to leave me alone so I can get some sleep.

My hair is moved gently away from neck and the next thing I feel is his nose nuzzling under my ear. They he lays soft kisses up and down my neck. I close my fists to keep from moving involuntarily.

He nibbles on my ear and I press my lips together to hide any sounds I may utter that would only encourage him. I struggle to keep my breath from giving me away.

He starts a pattern of licking and then sucking on my neck and that's when I've had enough. He can do what he wants with me but I am not going to let him leave a mark on me that's exposed to the world.

He has me trapped under the blankets so I all I can manage to do is roll on my back to face him and take away his opportunity to mark me. He flashes a grin as our eyes meet. "I knew you were awake."

I give the first response I can think of. "I just woke from a horrible nightmare. I was being licked by an old ugly hairy dog."

My eyes have adjusted to the dark and I can see his face clearly. His smiles fades and his eyes glaze over. I know that look. He's not mad at my remark. Quite the opposite.

My stomach turns in knots at the thought of what he's going to do next to me. I breathe in anticipation as his tongue licks the surface of my lips. There is no way he is going to let me sleep anytime soon.

He starts kissing me slowly, smoothly exploring my mouth with his tongue. His tongue starts to massage mine and I wish he didn't have me trapped. He rests the weight of his chest on mine. I realize how much bigger he is when he is on top of me. Even if I tried to push him off I would fail.

His kisses deepen and I release an unconscious moan. He pulls back slightly and I can feel him smile on my mouth. "I want to feel more of you. Promise not to run."

"Why would I run? It's not like I'm being held against my will," I say innocently.

He looks down at the blankets and sighs. "You're so much more easier to handle when you can't move."

I do not want to think of the things he do to me if I really couldn't move. I need him to release me. "I promise I won't run if you let me out," I give in.

He thinks this over and pushes the blanket to the side of the bed. He still hovering over me but I have full use of my arms now. I look to the side of him. He's is bigger and stronger but I am faster. I could slip out underneath...

"Stop planning your escape," he says as he interrupts exactly that.

I look at him defiantly, "I wasn't."

He shakes his head, "I know you Mellark."

I cross my arms over my chest. My body is burning with embarrassment. I am not giving in to him that easily. I hate it when people make assumptions about me. "You don't know anything about me."

This seems to have perked his interest as his eyes sparkle. "I know you better than you know yourself Mellark."

He leans down and kisses me ever so softly under my ear again. Then his kisses follow a path to my mouth. Just as I open my lips expecting to find his he pauses.

I close them tightly remembering I am not giving in to him.

One of his hands comes up to my face and brushes away a strand of long black hair. "I know you hate brushing your hair."

He glances at my eyes to see how unimpressed I am. Who doesn't know that about me? I'm in the news every other week with unkempt hair. Much to the dismay of my well-put together brother. He didn't have to put up with years of braids.

He momentarily looks up as he tries to think of more things and our eyes meet as he has an answer.

"I know you love the woods more than anything, your favorite color is green, you can't sing to save your life, you hate District 4 and can't wait to move back to 12, you want Panem and your parents to think you're still an innocent girl but I know there is nothing innocent about you, you're so much like your mother you can't accept it, and you're terrified of tomorrow."

Somehow his little speech has just made my situation very real. No one knows those things about me. I've never let anyone in close enough to know those things. And yet he knows. And I hate that he's said them aloud, confessing what he knows right to my face.

My chest tightens and my face drops. Any scrap of feeling of feeling I did have for him has been buried and sent to a dark and cold place and if he says one more thing I'm going to make sure he goes there next.

He searches my eyes for why I am responding this way. "Vi, I didn't mean to..."

"Well you did," I hiss at him.

An all too familiar sting enters my eyes. Something else I suppose my mother and I share.

I don't want him to see me cry so I wriggle to other the side of the bed. He lets me go easily knowing now is not a time for him to try and overpower me. I sit up and turn as far away from him as physically possible.

I hear him sit up behind me as well. "Tell me what you're thinking. I thought we were always going to be honest with each other."

I'll be honest with him. "I think you should leave."

"I am not leaving," he says firmly. "Just talk to me."

There is no way he wants to hear what I have to say right now if he knew what I was really thinking. On the other hand...

"You're spoiled. The most spoiled man I've ever met."

He chuckles a little. He's not brave. He's stupid. He just started a fire burning inside of me and if he's not careful he's going to get burnt.

"You've have more women in your bed then any honest man should have."

He hisses in as if I've just stabbed him, "That hurts." I'm only getting started.

"You think you're a gift to women, you take advantage of your looks and your parents' fame to get what you want, you walk around everyday as if you're the most perfect person ever born, you do whatever you want to get what you want and you get away with it." I choke out the last words but I know he's heard me.

I hold my breath waiting for his response. Maybe not everything I said is true now but it once was. A full minute has passed and he hasn't said a word. Slowly I twist around to see if he's still there or if he somehow slipped out during my verbal assault.

Plastered on his face is an amused smile. Shock does not begin to describe how I feel about his response. I just relinquished my worst thoughts about him and he's smiling.

"Feel better?"

"What?"

He shifts closer to me and takes my hands in his. "Now that we got that out of the way, do you feel better?"

I wish. I feel worse actually. "No."

He cups my chin and kisses me lightly on the lips. "I'm still here Violet."

I arch my eyebrow. Where is he going with this?

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here. Through the good and bad. It's about time you accept it." He's proven this time and time again. You're think I'd learn my lesson by now. Every time I let him in more I try to push him away. It never works.

I look down, "I know."

He shrugs, "I'll remind you every day if that helps. What you said was mostly true. But now there's only one thing I want."

So irresistible. "I wasn't done."

He smiles coyly at me and leans back on his hands. "By all means, continue then."

I swallow. "You're favorite color is blue like the ocean in the morning, you love your mother so much it makes the rest of us look bad." He smiles. "You're patient and ... you've given up everything just to be with me."

Faster than I ever thought he could move he has both his hands on my waist and has expertly guided me to the middle of the bed.

I'm back to feeling vulnerable but with him I feel secure enough to show it. His lips crash into mine and his hands are moving to my most sensitive areas.

He buries his head in my neck. But he's talking at the same time as he's kissing me. I can barely hear what he is saying I am concentrating so much on his touch that sends shivers down my spine.

"You. Made. Another. Mistake."

My writhing has ceased as I put together everything he said. I've made dozens in the last few months. The most recent was forgetting to tell him he doesn't know when to shut up. We lock eyes as he notices my stillness.

Without faltering he tells me, "I have everything because of you. You are everything I've ever wanted." See, irresistible.

My heart swells and I wrap my hands in his hair to pull him up for a kiss.

Sleep is definitely the farthest thing from my mind. Hands start to travel up and down our bodies and clothes are shed. I let him explore my body with his mouth as much as he wants. In between panting how good he makes me feel, his full name rolls off my tongue. It only comes out during our most intimate times and he loves it.

Afterwards I rest my head on his sweaty chest. It's only a few hours until morning now and we are absolutely spent. I am more sure now than ever that we are doing the right thing. I have never felt this strong for anyone and I know I never will. I would do anything for this man.

I feel his chest rise slowly and know he's nearing sleep. I should send him back to my room so we can keep up our charade for one last night but I simply don't have the energy or heart after...

I draw circles on his chest. "Finn?"

"Hmm?"

He said it more than enough times earlier. It doesn't come as easily to me but I now feel I can say anything to him, "I love you."

He breathes in deeply. "Remember that when we tell your parents."