Author's Note: I'm still trying to work out the kinks in this story, so I'm sorry if the chapter is bad. I'm sure the next one will be better because I am coming up with a decent plot. This chapter is also a little shorter but I am also working on the length that I want my chapters to be. Thanks to all those who followed this. I hope I don't let you guys down!

The sheets that covered my body felt just as good on my skin as they did when I woke up. Although, no matter how soft and inviting they felt I still could not completely rest. The thought of Finnick coming in here was enough to give me anxiety. My mind filled with the things he might possibly try to do to me while we were alone in my room. Already, I tried to think of an escape plan incase this session went bad, but it was no use. He was probably already two steps ahead of me. He probably knows that I have figured out his plan.

Knock-Knock.

My heart pounded in my chest as I sprung up from my bed. I flung the blanket that covered my legs off and made my way to the other side of the room. The sweat forming on my hands gave me some difficulty opening the door. As I pulled the door open, it revealed a smiling Finnick leaning on the doorframe.

"Hello again," he strode into the room, making himself comfortable on my bed before asking, "Are you ready for your lesson?"

"Hello," I huffed while leaning my back against the door and asked, "What exactly is this lesson about?"

A smile spread across Finnick's face as he saw the large amount of space I had put between us. "Why so distant?" He patted his hand down on the free space next to him on the bed, "I don't bite. I promise. Of course, unless you're into that sort of thing."

My eyes roll in my head as I plopped down on the bed; I was careful to seat myself as far away from him as possible. Although I clearly made it well-known that I wanted space between us, Finnick did not hesitate to close the giant gap I made separating us.

"You really can't afford to be stingy with your personal space," Finnick grazed the tip of his nose against my cheek.

Goosebumps raised on my skin and I could feel a burning sensation on my face, "Why not?"

"Because," he purred softly into my ear, "it's part of the job."

"What's the job?" I ask; it frustrated me that no one would answer my simple question.

"You haven't figured it out, yet?" A sigh left his lips. He looked in my eyes, not in an seductive way, but in a delicate way, "When you win the Hunger Games you are a slave for the capital. Now think. What kind of slave do you think is akin to your personal space being invaded?"

My hands covered my face as my head shook back in forth. I forbid myself to believe it. This was all just a lie; I keep saying that over and over in my mind, hoping that he will burst out in laughter. He does not.

"I won't do it. I'm not letting anyone touch me like that. What if they hurt me?" Breathing became harder, and the room started spinning. My fingers trembled on the fabric between them, wrinkling the hem of my dress.

"That's why I'm here," Finnick placed his hands on my shoulders so I would face him, "I'll make sure it feels good." A smile spread across his face, larger than usual.

"No. Absolutely not," I push myself off the bed and get some distance between us.

"If you don't cooperate then the first time is going to hurt. No one else cares if you have experience or not, they just want a good time. I, on the other hand, am here to prepare you." Finnick stood up and took a step towards me, "The better you do at this, the better the capital treats you."

"I don't want to get hurt," I pause to let air fill my lungs, "Finnick, don't make me do this," I pleaded. A slight flicker of concern could be seen in his eyes before he regained his composure.

Finnick took another step towards me, "There's no choice, however, I could help you. I will tell Snow that you recommended some time to develop and strengthen your enticing techniques. That should buy you week at most."

"Thank you," I said delighted, showing my gratitude with a substantial smile.

"That still isn't a lot of time. We still have to start tonight; we'll just start with something simple." Finnick was enthusiastic about teaching me, "Just answer this one question for me: have you ever kissed anyone?"

Heat rose to my face turning my cheeks the color of a rose. "N-no," I stumbled back a little bit, reaching my arms behind me so I could hold myself steady. My hands found a desk that I was able to use as a crutch to hold myself up.

Finnick took a few steps closer, covering almost all the ground between us, "Then, it looks like we've found our first lesson."

A lump rose in my throat; the words I tried to speak were sealed within me. I pushed my body as far back as I could, but the desk that held me up stopped me from moving far.

Within a few more strides Finnick was right in front of me, one his arms wrapping around my waist. "Don't be afraid," he tilted his head down while using his free hand to tilt my chin up and raise my head so that both of our eyes met, "I'm a good kisser."

"Finnick," I start to speak, trying to push him away by his chest. He disregarded my action and moved in closer to me; his breath entwining with mine as he kept moving in. "Finni-" I tried to get his attention, but spoke to slow. Before I could say anything else his lips connected to mine.

My body was being pulled closer to him as his lips moved against mine, adjusting the angle of his head until he was pleased. The hand that tilted my chin up moved to the back of my head and tried to get us closer than we already were. A tired sensation took over my body, causing my eyes to droop shut. He felt my body relax and took this opportunity to let his tongue slide along my bottom lip. I gasped from the foreign feeling; he took this moment to push his tongue into my mouth. It traveled all over my mouth, leaving no place untouched.

Finnick's hands now traveled down my body, feeling my natural curves before stopping on my thighs. This grasp allowed him to pull my legs up so he could wrap them around his robust waist. My hands clasped onto his hair for support while my legs clung onto him to make sure I did not fall. Finally, my lips moved with his and our tongues swirled together.

His legs began moving towards the bed. The silk sheets made contact with my back; I was trapped between them and Finnick, who was settled on top of me.

My waist was pulled up to his, allowing me to feel the bulge growing in Finnick's pants. The contact made his pelvis jerk forward and caused an unfamiliar noise escape my lips and into his. I could feel his lips curve upwards against mine and mentally panicked; I do not want this, so I can not let him assume that I enjoy it.

"That wasn't too bad, now was it?" Before I could register the absence of heat on my lips Finnick had already pulled away. My eyes opened, only to find that his face was still only a few inches away from mine. His eyes searched mine for a clue on what I might say about the experience.

"I never want to do that again," I said.

"Don't lie to me," Finnick smiled; his lips running along my neck, "Just admit you liked it."

"Stop. The lesson is over." I shoved him off of me. This only made him chuckle and wrap his arms around my waist, pulling my body against his.

"The lesson isn't over until I say so, but since you've been a good girl, I guess I can make an exception just this one time." His eyes closed and he rested his head on me, which included him nuzzling it in the crook of my neck. I could feel all of his muscles relax.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Sleeping," he responded, his breath hitting my collarbone in the process.

"You can't sleep in here." I informed him, hoping that he would leave.

"Too late." With that response it was obvious that his stubbornness was not going to let him leave. Rather than fighting, I gave in and shifted into a comfortable position. I allowed myself to drift off into a trance with Finnick Odair holding me. This was going to be a truly long week for me.