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Previously

"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.

Possession

Twelve

My head rested on Finnick's chest as I lazily drew patterns on his toned sculpted chest while he did the same on my back. We were, thankfully, in a secluded part of the beach. In my haze of lust, among other things, I hadn't taken much note of where we had been and so I was thankful at least Finnick had seemed to be aware.

I knew soon the comfortable silence would be broken, for one we did not have much time before Effie would come looking for us and two, well, we still had things to talk about.

I sighed, knowing our blissful, oblivious time was up. I sat up, pushing myself off of his chest before frowning in discomfort as the sand settled in several uncomfortable places. Finnick chuckled at my expression and stood before pulling me to my feet.

"I think a dip in the sea will help with that," he said before pulling me towards the waves that lapped at the sand. I marvelled at him as we walked, he wasn't ashamed of his body and he had no reason to be and yet it baffled me how comfortable he could be so exposed. I was fighting the urge to run back to my clothes and put them all on, sand be damned.

The sea was cold as it lapped at my ankles and then at my knees but by the time I was nearly fully submerged my body no longer felt the bite of its coldness. It helped that Finnick was before me, his hands caressing my body underneath the water. His lips caught mine in a soft kiss, one that had my heart squeezing in joy.

But my time with Finnick as just us was drawing to a close. I had questions, I needed answers and then we would have to rejoin the celebrations and then continue on until the Capitol and then... well, I wasn't going to think about what was going to happen when I reached the Capitol.

"Finnick," I said softly, my hands entwined into his blonde hair at the base of his neck. "I need answers."

He sighed against my shoulder where he had been pressing light kisses along my skin.

"Some of the Districts have begun to displease the Capitol," he started though his choosing of words seemed to me like a mask for the truth. Are some of the Districts rebelling?

"What happened in District 11?" I asked squeezing my eyes shut as the images of the old man; the gun filled my mind along with the sound of the shots, one after another.

Finnick pulled away, just enough so he could look my in the eyes. I saw fear but I didn't think it was for him but for me. I bit my lip, nervous and afraid. He cupped the right side of my face lightly caressing my cheek while he spoke.

"Some things you did in the Arena made people open their eyes again," he whispered. "With Rue especially; even in the horror of the games you showed love and compassion." He continued his voice soft, "You have given people hope you defied the Capitol, showed your strength and love; a girl from District 12 and if she can stand up for what is right, well why can't everyone else?"

I took in a shaky breath; nothing I did in the arena was planned. I never for one moment thought of rebelling, of showing any sign of it. With Rue, the flowers, that was out of love and respect not because I wanted to defy the Capitol.

"I didn't mean to do those things," I whispered my eyes wide with fear and realisation.

Finnick's forehead rested against mine, his hands either side of my face. "I know you didn't Katniss but it has happened. District 11 is the worst, Rue was one of them and your offering to them, the way you showed your respect and love, it hit them the most."

"The old man, he died because of me," the guilt swam through me settling in my stomach and making it churn.

Finnick suddenly pulled back, a fierce burning in his usual soft green eyes. "No he died because he took a stand, the whole District did. It would have happened eventually; things have been brewing for a while. You just tipped them over the edge."

I shook my head, more in confusion than anything. "So what happens now?"

"The Capitol has a plan of course," he said his eyes becoming sad. "You're theirs now, like I am. They hope to crush you, break you and with you, the rebellious atmosphere."

Anger flared within me. Everything seemed to fall into place. Snow's words, my new role in the Capitol, the fear of rebellion... it all made sense.

"They can't break me," I said firmly. I had to continue as if nothing had changed, that I suddenly didn't know that a rebellion was brewing and that I had been the final push. I would have to continue on, be what the Capitol wanted me to be. But I would not let them break me.

Finnick smiled, "no they can't." There was something in his eyes, his voice. I frowned.

"You're not telling me something," I said with a furrowed brow.

Finnick sighed, "not yet Katniss," he said those two words I hated so much. "Just, be you, keep being strong. Don't let the Capitol win." He pressed his lips to mine gentle, for only a few seconds. "Trust me," he whispered, "trust Haymitch. Trust us that when the time is right you'll know everything."

I nodded slowly, I didn't trust easily but something in me knew I had to trust Finnick or more so that I could trust him but it still didn't mean I liked it.

"Ok," I said resigned. "I'll trust you," I paused. "But I want to know, and soon."

Finnick sighed before nodding. "We should get back. You're probably being missed."

I sighed, our time together long now forgotten as the truth and realisation settled upon my shoulders and yet then there was a sliver of light in the form of hope. If a rebellion arose and if things changed...Finnick and I could have a future, together. I clung desperately to that thought and would continue to do so for as long as it took until it was a reality.

Possession

In District 3 we stayed with Beetee and spent time with both him and Wireless. Beetee was a kind man and seemed clever and normal enough. Wireless was a different story though I found I took a liking to her. She was odd, her mental state questionable but she was good, quiet company all the same.

I was dreading District 2, the home of Cato and Clove, I had been partly responsible in both their deaths and though the Victors did not blame me, even befriended me, Cato and Cloves families would not. Neither would the District accept me, I was from 12, I was less than nothing in their eyes.

Finnick tried to sooth my worries and him just being there helped but still when I stood on the stage and read the speech I felt the glares, the hate and I almost heard them calling, "how come she lived", "how did she win". I made quick work of the speech wanting to hide from the burning glares. There was a bright side to stopping in 2; we were reunited with Brutus and Enobaria who did not scare me as much as they had though Enobaria with her raiser sharp teeth still sent a chill down my spine. I also met Lyme; she was beautiful and still retained some youthful looks despite her age. There was something about her, in certain things that she said that had me looking to Finnick and Haymitch with high surprised brows. She spoke of her disliking for the Capitol among other things. I would expect those thoughts and feelings from the lesser Districts but not in two. Though I swiftly realised that we, as Victors, were different than the rest, we were still fighting for our lives, and our loved ones lives; possessions of the Capitol.

Then there was only District 1 left before the Capitol. The home of Glimmer and Marvel, two tributes I did kill. I didn't feel terrible about either, Glimmer's death was an accident yet I wasn't sorry that it happened and then Marvel, he had been responsible for Rue's death; a spear through her stomach. So an arrow in his chest seemed only fair. Yet standing before them, looking at their families it paled into insignificance because whatever they had done, they had been loved. Families who loved them, who lost them just as Rues family had lost her.

That night we stayed in District 1, we stayed up into the small hours of the morning Gloss and Cashmere joining us, drinking and telling stories with only half of them being true while the other half were drunken ramblings.

It was boarding the train the next morning, when Gloss and Cashmere followed us to the train and then boarded that I realised Finnick and I weren't the only ones being called for service in the Capitol.

I smiled sadly at the siblings before shutting myself in my room. The very same room I had been in on the very same journey to the Capitol but it wasn't death awaiting me, but something else...maybe, something even worse.

Possession

We were greeted with a mass of colourful faces, crowds of people cheering. I couldn't pick out faces, all I could see was a mass of different colours. Finnick slipped his hand into mine as we were about to leave the train, he squeezed my hand softly.

"Remember, you love them, wear a mask infront of them. Don't let them know how you really feel," he said sadly before he let go of my hand and exited the train after Cashmere and Gloss.

He was the Capitols Finnick once more, the one I hated because I knew the real Finnick and her was so much more than who had to pretend to be. I suppose that will be me now I thought idly as I tried to work up the courage to step out of the train.

I could hear chants, my name screamed over and over again, along with my most famous nickname. The girl on fire, the girl on fire, the girl on fire. It rang through my mind and rattled in my ears.

"Come on sweetheart," the familiar voice of Haymitch spoke gentle yet firmly. I had not spent much time with Haymitch since District 4, since having Finnick back.

I realised it was unfair, Finnick helped me cope with this new life but Haymitch helped save my life. I turned to face the man who I had dubbed my drunken guardian angel and smiled, the most sincere smile I had ever directed at Haymitch.

"Thank you," I began. "Your the reason I'm here and I know I won't exactly be living my life, not here, not how I want to," I paused, unsure of how I could word my next thoughts without saying what I actually wanted to say. "But you've given my chance to one day, live the way I want to live."

Haymitch nodded understanding, as he always seemed too, what I meant. "You're welcome sweetheart," he said patting my shoulder somewhat awkwardly. "Now, go and meet you adoring fans," he said with a dark laugh yet sad eyes.

I nodded and took a deep breath and then stepped off the train into the deafening crowd and I a brief thought flittered through my mind. Who in this crowd will I have to repay? Who will I have to please?

I didn't let myself dwell, there wasn't time to for as soon as we were in cars I was being spoken too by an skinny man who's skin was tinted green, who's hair was also a shade of green and his eyes -shockingly and almost to my disappointment- were only brown.

"...your key cards to your apartment." I had missed the beginning of his speech but managed to take the key card and make myself listen. "You will be sharing an apartment as specified by President Snow, you will get you schedules every morning and you will follow them to the second..." I frowned and tuned out.

Sharing? The thought struck me. In more ways than one and questions started to flood my mind. Will we have clients at the same time? Will we have the same client at the same time? ... Will we have to watch each other as we please others? The last one made my stomach churn. It was one thing knowing what was happening but another having to watch it.

I didn't know how I could watch another with Finnick. Would I be angry, sad, sick? I didn't know what I would feel and I hoped I would never have to find out but I knew my hope was in vain and yet I grasped to thought of freedom, of the rebellion if, when, it succeeded. We would be free, we could be together... I would have to hold onto that one thought, that one last sliver of hope if I was to have any chance of enduring what was to come.

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