An: I am so sorry it's been so long. I lost inspiration once more but it is renewed. Have you all seen Catching Fire? Isn't it just amazing! I LOVE it. I want to say a BIG thank you to all those who have continued to support me and this story, and also to the new-comers to this Hunger Games adventure. Thank you all for following, reviewing and adding to your favourites. So, without further ado, here is chapter 11, I hope you enjoy...

I do re-read but mistakes always seem to slip past me, so I shall apologise in advance.

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Previously

A pair of Peacekeepers dragged the old man who whistled to the top of the steps. They forced him to his knees before the crowd and then, making me gasp and try to run to his aid, they pointed a gun at his head... and shot.

The tears were unstoppable, I couldn't hold them in and I turned frantically to Haymitch who was swearing. Effie who was screeching at the top of her voice demanding they all be taken to the train immediately for safety and Cinna just stared at me, his eyes seemed to be seeing straight into my fear filled heart.

"What just happened?" I whispered... but no one answered.

Possession

Eleven

The shots rang through my mind. Shots. There had been more than one, I had only seen the old man fall but others must have to. Who it had been I didn't know! Maybe Rue's family or Thresh's? It didn't matter who it was though, their deaths were because of me.

No one had said anything on the matter but I realised later on what had happened.

I had displeased President Snow, I had spoken of respecting someone who defied the Capitol, the three fingered salute was another sign of disrespect maybe even seen as an act of rebellion.

And it was because of me.

So, after that, I read the Capitol approved speech's and didn't stray from them, not even a word. No one else would die because of me.

The Districts flew by, 10 was fairly uneventful. I met several of the Victors, Fedora a kind woman with an odd beauty about her. She was built less like a woman than most. Haymitch had gentle whispered that working with livestock meant she was used to lifting heavy bays of hay, hence her more muscled form. Vice, a youngish man with dark almost dirty looking skin and bright blue eyes. It almost hurt a little to look into his eyes; they were so much like Peeta's.

The same went for 9; it was uneventful and filled with fields.

District 8 was an urban place stinking of industrial fumes with no greenery, the people housed in run down tenements and there was barely a blade of grass in sight. We stayed with Woof that night a man hard of hearing and that suited Haymitch just fine, and we met Cecelia, she was what I had always hoped my mother would be like, warm, kind and simply put motherly.

I kept to myself mostly, only wearing my Capitol smile when I was in the eye of the public, at the feast I had to attend at each District. I couldn't help but feel the celebrations, the spoils, were lost on me.

In District 7 we were greeted by Johanna and Blight and I was glad to see a familiar face. We drank laughed and played cards. Haymitch had spoken to Johanna of that I was sure because she was extra nice. When the first night fell, I stared longingly into the woods, there were so many trees and with it would be so much wildlife. It would be like heaven but Peacekeepers stuck to me like glue, not letting me move unless supervised. I felt like a child, stuck and wanting to break free from the reins placed around me.

I was sad to leave Johanna behind and yet I was getting ever closer to District 4 and Finnick. A fact that she caught onto as Haymitch and I were about to board the train. She shook her head and though she smiled there was slight worry swimming in her eyes.

I remembered our conversation, about how I felt about Finnick a while back and though I had not told her anything new maybe I was too obvious or maybe she was just good at reading me. But Johanna knew, somehow, of my feelings growing for Finnick.

"Say hello to lover-boy for me," she said winking. I nodded and surprising us both I pulled her in for a hug, which she returned somewhat awkwardly. Haymitch laughed at us both and yet wisely stayed silent while I glared at him.

District 6 was odd. The air was filled with fumes and the Victors were, peculiar, to say the least. They were Morphlings, and I couldn't blame them. If I had nothing to stay strong for I would let myself be consumed by the numbness that the painkillers supplied. Their names were Zaniel and Una and they barely functioned though they both seemed to enjoy a game of cards after watching Haymitch and I play for hours.

Next was District 5, the district that kept everything running by harnessing the energy of the earth and the sky. The girl I had named, Foxface, had been from District 5; she was smart and meeting some of the Victors they all seemed to have some wits about them. Wren a wise kind hearted yet slightly twisted old man, Zeke a less attractive, more arrogant version of Finnick and Emersyn a woman who could have been Johanna's mother for all her snarky comments. They all seemed sharp of mind even Wren who was much too old for me to have seen his games.

Haymitch had still not spoken about what had happened at 11. I hoped, when in District 4 we would talk or at the very least Finnick would. He hadn't been present but I had heard Haymitch when he thought I was asleep, he was frequently on the phone, whispering so low I couldn't hear but I had a feeling he was speaking to Finnick.

A part of me wanted to keeping going against the Capitol's wishes, a part of me wanted to rebel, it was about time but the thought of Prim, Gale and even my mother stopped me from being foolish. I could do no such thing; I had too much to lose. I would do what President Snow asked of me, for Prim, for those I cared about. I would be a 'good girl' though I hated it.

Boarding the train once more I couldn't help but let myself smile. District 4 was next and I needed Finnick, I needed his familiar soothing embrace and the release of fiery passion. We would arrive early the next morning and so reluctantly I went to my empty bed and reminded myself that once in District 4 I wouldn't be alone, not again...for as long as I had Finnick.

Possession

District 4 was different, beautiful and awfully smelly all at the same time. I was hit with all of that as the doors of the train opened. I stood waving and smiling as children, boys and girls called my name while their parents held them back from rushing towards me.

Several peacekeepers stood guard around me, as usual but everything melted away, all my fear, anger and confusion, once I saw him; his sea green eyes meeting my grey orbs. His smile was large and so very real, so in turn, mine grew and became filled with real happiness. I wanted to through myself into his arms, bury my face into his chest and then get lost in the feel of him but I couldn't, not when the camera's were on and people watching so instead I had to settle for a very tame hug though a shiver ran down my spine at the words he spoke before he released me.

"I shall give you a proper hello later," he pulled away, his lips grazing my ear softly before he winked at me.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to shout at him or jump on him in that moment; I settled for neither and continued on with my duties. I hadn't forgotten what happened the last time I stepped out of line. So for the entire evening, like every other, I dined and danced. Though District 4 was different, I actually had something to smile about and often would catch Finnick watching me, our eyes would meet and then he would smile softly an unreadable expression in his eyes.

It was towards the end of the evening that he requested a dance. He pulled me to the dance floor in the middle of the room, one hand wrapped around mine as the other settled at my waist. I rested my other hand on his shoulder and couldn't help but admire the muscle beneath my hand. Finnick really was a fine specimen of a man.

We danced in silence for a while, him leading me and I willingly followed happily. I was beginning to wonder if there was anything he wasn't good at. As the song was drawing to a close I spoke, breaking the tension filled silence. It was hard being so close to Finnick and not have the release, the closeness, that I had become accustomed to in his presence.

"We need to talk," I said softly, looking up through my lashes and meeting his eyes with mine.

He nodded and his eyes darted around the room, "not here." He said softly.

I sighed, I wasn't a patient person and I had waited an awfully long time for answers that had been eating me up inside. "Where?" I said my voice filled with a longing for answers. "I need to know," I whispered before quietly adding. "I know you know."

He stopped dancing but kept a hold of my hand as he began to head towards a door to the back of the room. We nearly made it but Effie caught us, her expression stern and questioning. "Where do you think your taking my Victor Mr Odair?"

I watched as Finnick settled into his mask, his lips curled up into an alluring smirk. "I was hoping to show Katniss the beach; it is beautiful especially at this time. I will bring her back in plenty of time to board the train." His voice was low, seductive and thickly sweet and its effect was not lost on me, nor Effie.

She blushed, looking flustered. "Very well," she said though her usual steady voice was shaky. I know how you feel Effie I thought as I watched her walk away.

Just before we left I caught Finnick and Haymitch sharing a look. What was said with that look I didn't know! The air was cool and crisp and as we exited the building and made our way down the streets, presumably to the beach I let myself relax, if only for a moment.

"You know you are quite cruel sometimes Mr Odair?" I said playfully, smiling up at him.

He feigned hurt and the hand that was not wrapped around mine was placed on his chest over his heart. "Me, cruel, how?" He said wearing a playful smirk. One I rarely saw.

I shook my head, a soft laugh escaping me. "You know your effect on women, poor Effie will be flustered for hours." He chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated through me. It was a rare thing to hear his laughter. I would have bottled it if I could.

He suddenly turned to me, his body pressing into mine. I felt my back hit a solid surface behind me. "What effect do I have on you Miss Everdeen?" His voice was playful and yet his eyes were filled with a fire I easily recognised. I saw it in my own eyes whenever I would think of Finnick and of our times together.

I swallowed thickly. The air around us was charged and as his hand lifted and his fingers trailed down the side of my neck I felt the electric tingling of his touch. It spread through me, igniting the want in my belly. His fingers trailed back up my neck and then he proceeded to trace my lower lip with his thumb.

"Tell me," he whispered his voice low and thick with what I recognised was lust. He wants me my inner self jumped with joy and with the revelation I found some bravery deep within me.

I caught his thumb and bravely wrapped my lips around it before letting my tongue circle the tip of his thumb before sucking ever so lightly. He gasped his eyes widening with shock, slight amusement and above all else, desire. His eyes seemed no longer green but as black as the night that surrounded us.

With a loud pop I released his thumb though he was in no rush to remove it from my skin. Instead his hand cupped my face, his thumb, slightly damp, caressed my cheek.

"You don't fight fair Miss Everdeen," he said softly his lips hovering over mine.

I smirked, "Neither do you Mr Odair." I replied just before our lips crashed together; our time apart catching up to us, the tension, the need and the want consuming us wholly. I didn't care that someone could spot us, I didn't care that I had so many burning questions.

All I cared about was what Finnick was doing to me, not just to my body but my mind too.

We broke apart but the fire was not sated, in fact it was only growing. I could only imagine what I looked like to him, with dark eyes filled with desire, my skin flushed with the heat between us.

"Come," he said taking my hand once more. With humour I thought, I plan too! And without thought I giggled softly catching Finnick's attention.

"Something funny?" He looked slightly in awe at me.

I cocked my head to the side, "What?" I questioned confused.

He shook his head, and smiled. "I've never heard you make such a beautiful girly sound before," he said grinning.

Embarrassed I tore my eyes away from his. It was true, I rarely laughed, I rarely acted anything like the gender or age I was.

"Hey," Finnick said softly, catching my chin in-between his fingers and making me look up at him. "I wish I could hear it more, see you smile more..." he trailed off. His eyes darkening, deepening if possible and for a moment I saw a flash of something; it was akin to what I had been feeling since he boarded the train at District 12 and left.

Love.

I gasped softly as the silence settled between us. I couldn't look away from him but I could let myself listen. I heard the sound of water, a lot of it and realised beneath my feet lay sand. We were on the beach but I didn't care where we were, I just wanted Finnick. Talking could wait for later, questions, answers and even the confusing feelings that lay between us. All that could wait.

"Finnick," I whispered his name, I sound vulnerable something I strove to never be and yet in Finnick's arms I knew I could be and he wouldn't judge me, think less of me or take advantage.

He knew what I wanted and with no hesitation he captured my lips with his. His lips were so soft and he tasted sweet and salty, it was a heady and confusing combination. I overexcited with need nearly tore his shirt of his body and began to run my hands down his chest, while his hands skilfully began to undress me. The chill of the sea-breeze began affecting my all ready effected body; my nipples turned to pebbles and as they brushed against his bare chest I couldn't hold back the moan of pleasure. The barest of touches and yet my stomach tightened as my desire burned.

We made short work of the rest of our clothing and I found myself beneath him, naked and not caring about the sand beneath us or where it would end up. My breathing was shallow and shaky as I stared up into his eyes; his body was covering mine, his erection resting against my inner thigh.

"You have no idea how much you affect me Katniss," he whispered softly.

My eyes closed a small smile playing on my lips. I locked my eyes with his once more. "I do," I whispered, adding bravely, "Because you affect me the same way."

He captured my lips before entering me slowly, before withdrawing and repeating over and over again. It was delicious torture, not once did he quicken his pace; instead he stayed slow and steady. It was both torture and exactly what I wanted, needed even. It was our way of saying what we really wanted to without words. We couldn't say what we really felt, not because we didn't feel it but because it would only hurt more if spoken aloud.

Love was not in our future. It couldn't be. But it was in our hearts and we both knew it.

AN: So a lot of people wanted more Finnick and Katniss interaction I hope this was a pleasant surprise and sated your Katniss/Finnick want for a while. So, what did you think? Please review.