AN: BIG Thank you again to everyone reviewing, it really means a lot to me. Thank you also to all those following, I hope you are enjoying the story and I would love to hear what you think.

Once again I'm sorry for any mistakes, I do re-read by some always slip past me.

So, this chapter I think is going to make you very happy... it has... wait for it... NAKED FINNICK! WOW. I had so much fun writing this chapter though I am a little nervous, I'm not that confident with my skills at intimate writing. I would love for your thoughts or pointers (tips) if you have any...anyway, enjoy...

This is the last chapter I will post before I move... I will update again when I'm in my new house and the internet is up!

Possession

Five

A month passed. In that month the underwear got progressively less comfortable and smaller until I was left with a skimp slip of lace material covering my lower half and an equally skimp lacy bra covering my chest.

I stood in front of the mirror. I felt ridiculous but Cinna, whenever I voiced those thoughts, scolded me. I had, to Hazelle and Greasy Sae's delight put more 'meat on my bones' and my once skinny, underfed form now had soft flesh covering every inch of me. Finnick had been the first to point out that my chest had also benefited from three good meals a day. To that I had punched him in the stomach; not so playfully!

My lessons with Finnick still hadn't started but Johanna and Haymitch were well into their lessons of making me act the part. I had learnt the art of flirting from Johanna and even she had been shocked at the ease in which I seemed to pick it up. Haymitch had taught me how to wear a mask, a mask the Capitol would love as well as my clients. I smiled and it looked real, I could look happy even when I felt like I was dying inside.

I had learnt well.

Cinna had been progressively making me wear more and more 'suitable' clothing which to my displeasure consisted of many dresses all feeling too tight and several other feminine articles of clothing.

I had picked everything up fairly quickly, making me feel even worse about myself. What did it say about me when I could learn how to be a whore easily? I had that thought often but I always had to remind myself why I was doing it, for my family, for Prim... for Gale.

I hadn't seen him since I'd fled from him in the woods; a whole month of not seeing my bestfriend. It was killing me. I missed him but I knew, deep down, it was for the best. Nothing could ever be between Gale and I, it was best that he moved on and forgot about me... but it didn't stop it hurting.

Finnick helped with the pain and the nightmares. After a week of him coming into my room and waking me up from my nightmares he, of his own accord, had decided it would just be easier to stay in my room. I had protested at first but then after he gave a convincing argument I relented. What surprised me was that it helped. I still had nightmares but I no longer woke up screaming.

My body instead of relaxing to the once very familiar scent of alcohol and mint began to relax only to the smell of salty sea and sand.

I began to trust Finnick Odair and in turn he began to trust me. We opened up to one another, talked of our past and what we wanted in the future. The talks of the future were always unrealistic; we knew there was no really future for either of us. Neither of us would ever be truly happy but it was nice to dream, hope and wish.

At times I forgot why Finnick, Johanna and Cinna were staying with me and Haymitch. Sometimes it just felt like we were all good friends and that there was no job to be done, no teaching or learning to be done. I sometimes forgot that they were teaching me how to be the perfect Capitol whore... I certainly didn't forget the first morning of their second month in District 12.

I woke up to an empty bed which was unusual, Finnick never got out of bed unless I forced him or there was a waft of food in the air. I sniffed the air but I could only smell the lingering scent of the alcohol I had drunk last night. Sighing, I rolled out of bed and began my morning routine.

I softly began to hum in the shower, a song Finnick had taught me. The warm water washed the last of my drowsiness away and I sighed feeling content. It was easy to forget everything when the water was cascading down me. I understood why water calmed Finnick so much.

I had been humming and minding my own business, wrapping a fluffy white towel around me when the door to the bathroom opened and Finnick stood there. I yelped pathetically and clutched the now seemingly very short towel tighter.

"Finnick," I screeched several octaves higher than my usual voice.

He smiled with amusement as I turned, no doubt, several shades of red. Finnick, until that point, had been very good, only making a few innuendos or sexually references here and there; so seeing him before me and clearly crossing the line angered me greatly.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Odair? You can't just barge in here and-"my rant was cut short.

His lips were over mine, moving rather roughly. There was no way of me speaking and definitely no way of pushing him away. I was strong but he was built like a very handsome, muscular house! I somehow began to respond, my body was an autopilot as my mind was reeling. I had no idea what was going on.

When Finnick finally pulled away he was smirking. The arrogant bastard! "Your lessons with me begin today," he said cheerily before walking out the bathroom and leaving me in nothing but a towel and feeling flabbergasted.

I stood there, eyes wide for what could have been minutes or hours until I finally got it together. I was freezing and searched for my clothes on the bathroom floor before I realised there was none. I hadn't brought any in with me, well that's just great!

I peeked my head out the bathroom door hoping that Finnick had left but of course he hadn't. He was sprawled out on my bed twirling my underwear around his finger. Upon seeing me he smirked, the cocky, arrogant 'I know I'm hot' smirk. After seeing the real Finnick I began to detest that smirk, it was his Capitol mask and I hated him using it around me.

"Can I have those please," I asked trying and failing to keep the irritation from my voice.

"Come and get them," he said playfully.

I scowled but marched over to him, determination setting into my bones. He jumped up from the bed just as I reached him, running to the other side of the room, still twirling the lacy red pants around his finger. I narrowed my eyes and stalked towards him, it never once occurred to me to just get another pair from the draw.

I reached out but he held them way above his head. I growled in frustration at his antics. Forgetting all about my state of undress I began to try and reach them, standing on my tiptoes and bracing myself against his chest; I tried to stretch enough to reach the stupidly small piece of material but to no avail. Damn you giant man! I huffed in frustration and began to stare daggers at the man from District 4 but all thoughts left my mind when I realised how close we were.

I could feel his warm breath dancing over my skin as he exhaled slowly. My nose was about level with his lips and as I glanced at them his tongue darted out and slowly, sensually, ran along his lips. It was mesmerising and I couldn't look away.

"Your first lesson is kissing," he whispered his voice warm, low and rough. "It's not just about the technique. They need to want to kiss you," his fingers brushed my lower lip. "You need to make them feel dizzy with desire, make your lips the only thing they can think about before you finally kiss," he whispered the last part before slowly brushing his lips against mine.

He pulled back almost as soon as he had started. He chuckled, his body rumbling beneath my hand which was placed on the rock hard plane of his stomach.

"Like that."

My mouth fell open. I had been played and worse... it worked.

My mind was fuzzy, my lips were tingling and my heart was racing while my breath was coming out in short low pants. I had been captivated by his lips... the bastard. I slapped him on the arm and huffed before pulling away from him, all thoughts of my pants gone from my mind.

He chuckled once again, "come on Katniss, don't get huffy."

I threw him a dirty look. I hated that he had made me feel like every other woman; I wanted to swoon and jump him all at the same time. I had to admit, he was good... too good. It couldn't all be an act, could it? No one can act that well!

"Is the lesson over," I said my voice harsh and cold. I didn't want him to know he had affected me though it was very obvious that he had. My pride was wounded, it was childish but still, that's how I felt.

My back was turned to him, I couldn't look at him but it seemed Finnick had other ideas. He turned me around before dangling my underwear in front of my face. "Get dressed, we'll continue the lesson down stairs."

His eyes were softer, obvious feeling some remorse at what he had done after seeing my reaction. I snatched the stupid pants from him, I still wasn't happy.

"What about Haymitch, Johanna and Cinna?" I wasn't going to take lessons in that in front of them.

He was nearly out the door but at the last second as my voice reached him he turned around. "There out, they'll be gone for a while so we can have some privacy."

I blushed but nodded. I knew that Finnick would take things slowly, we still had three months before the Victors Tour, he would start off with simple things... like kissing; though I had a feeling that even the simple things with Finnick would be, could be, rather enjoyable.

Possession

I was sat beside Finnick on the sofa. I was twiddling my thumbs nervously. Other than the kisses Finnick had forced upon me my, the only other kiss had been with Gale. I knew very little about anything and I was intimidated by how much Finnick knew.

Some part of me, for some unknown reason, wanted him to be impressed with me. It was a truly silly, 'teenage girl with a crush' thought but still; it stuck making my nerves rocket sky high.

"If you keep biting your lip like that I'm going to have to kiss you again," he said breaking me out of my haze of nervous panic. I hadn't even realised I had been biting on my bottom lip. It slipped from between my teeth and I thought, maybe, I had seen a flash over desire shot through Finnick's eyes.

He shook his head slightly, "I think you're going to be a natural at this." His voice was teasing but there was something else, some undercurrent to his words but I couldn't figure it out.

"I doubt it, I've only ever kissed Gale and that was only a month ago and now, well-"I blushed and looked away. "And you." I finished my voice barely above a whisper.

There was a moment of silence before Finnick sighed. "This isn't going to work."

I frowned and saw out the corner of my eye as he stood up. For a moment I thought he was going to leave but then he did something I didn't expect. Before I had time to process what he was doing he was standing before me in, well, nothing.

"Finnick," I cried before covering my eyes.

I had never ever seen a naked man before and well though Finnick wasn't bad to look at not bad at all my surprise and embarrassment took over. I knew, one day, I would see him naked but I hadn't thought it would be quite so soon.

"What are you doing?" I asked my voice a little lower in key than it had been just a second before.

I heard him sigh, I heard his feet shuffle along the floor and then I felt him place his hands over mine before he peeled them away from my eyes. I was met with his beautiful sea green orbs; I dared not look anywhere else as he knelt before me.

"We need to get the awkwardness out of the way," he said softly. He wasn't teasing me; he wasn't amused or trying to make me embarrassed. He was being kind in the very odd situation I had found myself in. "I can't teach you unless you're comfortable, relaxed. You need to try and get over the embarrassment otherwise things are only going to get more difficult for you." He said gently.

I sighed and closed my eyes. He was right of course. How could I become what I was supposed to become, do what I had to do, if I couldn't even look at a naked man. My stomach was in knots and I felt the urge to throw up but I kept it down, I was Katniss Everdeen, a survivor; strong, fearless... I was the girl on fire... I could look at a man naked, right?

"I'm not happy about this," I mumbled opening my eyes once again to look into his.

His lips twitched upwards, he was barely suppressing a smile. "I know."

I sighed and didn't move. I was preparing myself... or postponing the moment, maybe even both.

Finnick cupped my cheek with his hand and made me look at him once more. "Do you want to get undressed before you look?"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours kinda' thing," I said somehow finding humour in the moment.

He chuckled and his breath once again washed over my skin. I shivered slightly, my body was reacting to him on a level it had never done before. It confused me, scared me and yet also excited me.

I let out a long breath before finally standing up; I closed my eyes as I peeled my shirt off. I didn't know if Finnick was watching me or not but I didn't think about it, I just continued to rid myself of my clothing until I was left in only my underwear. It was the final hurdle... I froze.

My hands were a little shaky as I inhaled and exhaled in quick succession in panic. I felt the warmth of Finnick's body even before he cupped my face once again. "Breath Katniss, slowly," he whispered softly.

I did as he said; breathing in slowly before exhaling... after repeating it several times I began to calm down. I let my eyes flutter open but once again I kept them on his face. He was truly beautiful, his feature strong, his perfect bronze hair and his tanned skin and of course, his incredible eyes. If the ocean was just half as beautiful as the colour of his eyes then I couldn't wait to see it.

He offered me a smile. "You ok?"

I managed to nod my head slowly; I hadn't looked away from his face. Several different emotions flickered in his eyes before a softness settled in them, a kindness.

"Are you ready?" he asked again just as gently.

In that moment he was the Finnick who woke me up from my nightmares, who held me as I cried when I felt so much guilt over not saving Peeta. In that moment he was the real Finnick and not the fake Finnick who wore a smirk to hide his true feelings... he wasn't the Capitol Finnick... he was just himself.

"I don't think I can do it," I whispered. I was oddly calm on the inside but my hands were still shaking slightly.

Finnick nodded, "shall I?"

I bit my lip; there was a brief hesitation before I nodded.

He smiled softly before his left hand moved from my cheek. His fingers ran down my neck before tracing my collarbone before he hooked the strap of my bra around his finger and began to slowly pull it down. He repeated the action on the other side and then with a quick glance at my face his hands traveled around my back until his nibble fingers found the clasp.

My breathing was erratic. His slow movements were sensual and his fingers left burning trails along my skin. Finnick was all consuming and I couldn't stop myself from gasping softly as the cool air hit my chest as my bra fell to the floor.

I was speechless, a storm of conflicting emotions. My body was screaming at me one thing while my mind screamed another. Of course everything left my mind when his hands slowly slid down my back before they briefly stopped at my hips this is it, he's going to see me completely naked.

His fingers dipped beneath the waist band of the lacy pants before they stopped. I realised I was biting my lip again and as I looked up I saw his once sea green eyes had darkened. His eyes were on my lips.

"Didn't I say if you kept doing that I'd have to kiss you," I gasped as he spoke. His once velvet soft voice was replaced with something much deeper, darker and primal.

I didn't have time to respond before his lips were on mine. He kissed me feverishly and for a moment I wondered what was happening... the lesson had taken a turn for something much more, what seemed to me, intimate.

It didn't feel like he was teaching me anything, it seemed he was acting on some other level, on an impulse... and so was I.

I pushed back, my lips moving against his as his hands gripped my waist tightly. A soft whimper escaped me when he pulled my body flush against his, I could feel everything all of him and though I hadn't seen it, well, he felt impressive.

I was acting on instinct as my hands slid up his chest before they found their way to the nape of his neck. I pulled him closer, I couldn't get enough, I wanted more...

"Katniss," I froze.

My name had been whispered, no, gasped but it wasn't Finnick. I closed my eyes and once again my hands began to shake, what have I done?

AN: Any guesses on who walked in? So this is the longest chapter yet. What did you think? I would love to hear your thoughts; reviews really motivate me to write so leave your thoughts in the box below, thank you.