She presses the tips of her fingers to his bare arm, tracing his every curve. He tucks a lock of dark hair behind her ear, smiling at her. Biting her lip, she runs her fingers through his golden hair.
"Mm, you know what, Finnick, I might just have to kiss you," Johanna says, playfully tugging at his tie.
"I might just make you," Finnick says, his mouth pulled up into a flirtatious smile.
She whispers a few words into his ear, fingers trailing up the back of his neck. In an instant, he presses his lips to hers.
He loves those sweet nothings more than the fervor of her voice in her flirtations.
Estoma, oh, darling, Estoma. . .I'm having a ridiculous amount of fun executing my revenge on you. Too competitive? I think not, darling Lucy. (But I also think so)
