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I was woken up by the sound of banging against my wall. During the process of pulling a pillow over my head to block out the noise, a voice caught my attention. It was grunting, and not just grunting but moaning too. My eyes shifted to the empty space in my bed where Finnick was supposed to be.
"Finnick! Finnick!" A woman's voice shrieked from the room next to mine. My hands were clamped around my mouth in shock. I knew this was his job, but it has not sunken in until now. Finding the strength to do this for a living is going to take a lot of training. Even the training Finnick is giving me is going to take a lot of willpower.
I am still in shock from what I had just witnessed when Finnick walks into my room. His hair is damp, and his white t-shirt is clinging to his body from the shower he must have taken after his session.
"Good morning," he cheered; the usual smile plastered on his face, "Are you ready to learn?" His body moves across the room to where I am.
"No," I mutter to him. After him being with someone else, touching him made this feel even worse than it already was.
"Don't be scared. We're going to play a game, and you can quit if you get uncomfortable." The smile on his face grew as he explained today's lesson.
"What's the catch?" I ask.
"It's called the Nervous Game, but I modified it. We both will go back and forth doing an action, or touching one another. After we preform this action we will ask the other, 'Are you nervous?'. The first person to say yes loses. Also, if you moan you lose." Finnick gave me a wink after explaining the game, "I think the winner should get a prize, too."
"If I win you will leave me alone for an entire day," I said. This game will be a blessing in disguise. As much as I hate the idea of Finnick touching me I needed to win this for myself.
"And if I win, you let me have you all to myself for one day," he said with confidence, "Deal?"
"Deal," I felt as though I would regret this, but I did not have much of a choice.
"Alright, then," he lingers on the word as he pulls me up from the bed and wraps his arms around my waist, whispering in my ear, "Are you nervous?"
"No," I say while holding his pecs with my hands and massage the firm muscles while asking, "Are you nervous?"
"Not at all," he hums and slides his hands down to my butt, squeezing it and pulling my legs around his hips, "Nervous, yet?"
"Not at all," I mimicked him while pressing my chest against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and running the tip of my nose along his jaw, "What about you?"
"No," he presses my body against the wall and causes friction between our hips. I bite my lower lip and arch my back in the process, while he continues his turn. Lips press against my neck, biting and sucking on my flesh until I was marked. Soft kisses traveled up my jaw and beneath my earlobe before a soft whisper says, "Are you nervous?"
"No," I whisper breathlessly and loosened my legs from around his hips, allowing my feet to come in contact with the floor again. My hands hold the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it on the floor. My lips begin grazing his collar bone, trailing delicate kisses down the middle of his chest and stopping where his pants start. I look up at his shocked face, "Nervous?"
"Nervous isn't the word I would use," he said. Instead of touching me this time, Finnick slipped out of his pants. The remaining piece of his clothing was only his boxers, "You nervous?"
"Nope," I stood up and pulled his arm towards my bed. When we got close enough I pushed him down on his back, smiling at the way his body bounced against the mattress. I crawled above his body and straddled his torso leaning into his face to whisper, "Are you nervous?"
"No," he chuckled before flipping us over. His hands slid under my dress from last night, pulling it over my head and throwing it somewhere behind him. He cupped his hands over my bra and squeezed one of my breasts in each of his hands, "Nervous, yet?"
"Not, yet," I said even though I was completely nervous. Not even nervous, I was terrified. This game was taking longer than I wanted it to and there is still no way to break him. If I could not get him nervous, I figured I could try and get him to make some sort of moan.
I flipped us over so I was back on top and grabbed a fistful of Finnick's hair in each of my hands. My lips crashed against his and he was bewildered; after processing what was happening he moved his lips against mine, and entangled our tongues together. His arms wrapped around my waist so he could pull me closer, and as he was doing this I thrusted my hips forward. The friction against Finnick's crotch caused a deep grunt to roll in his throat.
My lips left his and I stared at him in accomplishment, "I win," I say as I hop off of him and run over to my dresser to yank on grey sweatpants and a red v-neck. Finnick has not stopped staring at me with amazement. His plan to win and have me all to himself failed, and not only failed, it took a turn for the worst. Not only did he lose, he also can not go near me for a full day.
"Katie," he finally spoke, "that was amazing. You were attractive, captivating, charming, enticing, fascinating, flirtatious, inviting, irresistible, provocative, tempting, and so much more. The job should be easy for you, you just need to let people get intimate with you."
"I'm getting better with my personal space. It's hard not to when you're always invading it." I sneer, walking back to my bed so I could sit on it.
"Perfect," Finnick beams while sitting up. His lips press against the back of my shoulder, "Shall we move on to the next lesson?" He planted kisses up to my neck, embracing me from behind so his chest pressed against my back.
"If I remember correctly, I just won your little game." I reminded him, but he did not care; he probably did not even hear what I said, or attempted to listen.
Finnick's mouth kept moving along my neck, almost as if they were searching for something. His lips reached a soft spot and I could feel electricity streaming through my body. A sigh left my lungs and I felt Finnick's smirk on my neck. His teeth nibbled at the sensitive area before his lips sucked on it. The area was becoming numb from all the activity until I felt a large bite. I groaned from the force, but soon sighed again from the soothing sensation that Finnick's tongue had created.
While his mouth worked on my neck, his hands traveled underneath my shirt. They found my chest and began massaging them over the brassiere I was wearing.
"Finnick," I groaned from the satisfying feeling he gave me, "Finnick, stop."
His lips left my neck to speak in my ear, "Don't make me leave for a day."
My lips pursed together and my thoughts were jumbled. I can not take the anxiety from these lessons on top of my anxiety towards winning the games. I needed space and had every intention to get it, "I want you to leave now. You can come back in twenty-four hours."
Finnick's presence was no longer behind me. The mattress moved beneath me as he got off the bed, and a cool breeze hit my back. He slumped as he walked to the door and opened it.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said.
"Yeah," he muttered to me before walking out of my room and closing the door behind him.
A large breath came out of my lungs as I laid back down on my bed. Finally I was free from those stupid lessons, but I can not help wonder what Finnick will do while he is not here annoying me. I only assume that he will sleep with many different people, or maybe admire himself in the mirror all day. My eyes roll at the thought.
I drop the speculations I was coming up with in my mind and let my imagination run free, thinking about when I will get to see my family again. The break between the Hunger Games and the National Victory Tour was too long. If I do not see my family soon, I might go insane. I need to get out of the capital and go back home, but I can not until I am informed. Until then, I could only imagine what it will be like to be with my family again.