It's taken me a long time to write this chapter, but I have no excuses.

This chapter has more sexual themes than the other chapters, so if you're sensitive to that, I'm sorry!

The Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins ;-;

Finnick was throughly annoyed with the woman whose bed he was intruding. She had already managed to have her way with him, divulge Capitol secrets, and threaten who he believes is the love of his life. All within an hour. He couldn't possibly be more irritated. Until, of course, she told him more secrets that could get her hanged or shot or drawn and quartered (Finnick was personally okay with any of them, especially drawn and quartered).

"We're rigging it this year, you know. The games, I mean" she spoke to herself, possibly hoping that Finnick was sound asleep at the time, though it was highly doubtful seeing as he had just attempted to choke the life out of her. "I'm going to be the one behind those controls for most of the time this year, and I can assure you that I'll be rigging it so that my tribute will win. I mean, I'll still make it interesting, of course, but they'll be the one to end up winning. And if they don't, I plan on flooding the arena for all its worth." Is she stupid? Does she want to get killed? Os she aware that Finnick is mainly just a lifeless sex doll that will absorb any secrets that you will tell him? She is almost begging to be choked again.

"I already paid the Capitol a fortune so that I could be the one to deflower you." A smug grin was crawling across her face. 'You old hag,' Finnick thought to himself. 'You're money has gone to waste since you were not the one to 'deflower' me. Annie was.' "I've got to say, it was worth it. You are quite the beast when it comes to sex." Finnick wanted to run away. He didn't give two shits about customer service, he just wanted to be out of there. "You know, as a gamemaster, I'm sure I could arrange a few, oh I don't know, chance meetings? We could meet inside of a broom closet, and just go wild." She was definitely talking to herself. If she was actually trying to talk to him, she should know better than to try to score a freebie. If it weren't for the death threats imposed on Annie, he wouldn't dare step foot in the same room as a hag as disgusting as this.

After she didn't get the immediate 'yes' she was expecting, the hag sighed and decided to take a nap. Right on top of Finnick. He inwardly groaned to himself when he thought of ideas that would allow him to escape this hideous bedroom without waking his so-called 'bed-mate.' He entertained the thought of waking her up for a supposed 'Round 2' and telling her that it would be much kinkier. Once she agreed, and who wouldn't, he would then go into the bathroom, pop the glass out of the window, and get the hell out of there; but he knew it was much too impractical and risky.

After what seemed like an inordinate amount of time, a phone began ringing and the gamemaker lazily got up to go answer it. Finnick almost immediately saw his chance to escape and took it while he could. He left behind a handwritten note saying how he woke up and found that she was gone and he had no choice but to leave. He knew that she would realize it was complete bullshit, but he hoped that his sexyness had swayed her enough so she wouldn't care. Though, his sexyness was probably negated by the choking and what not.

As soon as he stepped foot outside the building, he was mauled by news reporters and cameras. He would feel honored and embarrassed, but all he could think about of the time is what the hell Annie and the other tribute were doing. Although he had promised to learn the guy's name, he honestly couldn't bring himself to care enough. The guy was going to die, and Annie was going to live. End of that. If emotional bonds were made, it would just make it so much harder on the two of them, especially if the guy figured out that Finnick didn't give two shits about him in the middle of the bloodbath or some other form of life or death fighting. Well, it's always life or death in the arena.

Finnick decided his best bet to finding Annie would be in the Game Center. The tributes weren't allowed out of there except for special occasions for all of the three days that they are in the Capitol. The chariot rides would be starting soon, and Finnick could not afford to miss them. If the audience saw an empty seat where a caring, confident mentor was supposed to be, that would just be down right horrifying. He thought of all the repercussions for being late, usually they would include death, but come on. He's Finnick Odair. They wouldn't dare get rid of this sexy beast. They could, however, get rid of Annie, and Finnick was not prepared to let that happen.

He assumed he would not need to go see a stylist for a special costume, seeing as he was not a tribute this year, but he decided it would be good if he were to check up on his tributes. He started, of course, with Annie.

"Hello, dear ladies. How are we doing in here?" He tentatively peeked his head through to see what exactly what was happening. His face was met with a brush. When he was released of his confusion, he looked up to see a furious Annie and her stylist, also a woman. It took a minute for him to realize that Annie was attempting to cover herself with her hands, though unsuccessfully. A smirk quickly appeared on his face. "I doubt you were this embarrassed a moment ago when it was just your stylist looking at you."

She replied with a simple, "I was."

"Oh, Miss Cresta, why does my presence make a difference? Just carry on with what you're doing, I'll just stand in a corner taking pictures." She gasped at this statement and fervently attempted to cover herself up more. How cute.

"I don't know, Mr. Odair." Here comes the sarcasm. "Maybe it's the fact that you're a perverted creepy sex idol, or maybe it's because I just don't like you. Maybe it's a combination of both." She was rolling her eyes as she said this. "But you just creep the shit out of me." Finnick could only grin in response.

"Why don't you let him in? Another opinion, especially from a sex idol, is greatly welcomed," her stylist said. Damn, I like this woman, Finnick thought to himself. But not how I like Annie, of course. Look at her all flustered. She's so adorable I could just run up and hug her right now. But that, sadly, would constitute sexual harassment. "My name is Tigris. I was thinking that we could go with a mermaid, for Annie. Imagine how beautiful that would be." Somehow, Annie's face became even redder, but Finnick was too deep in Imaginationland to notice.

-Finnick's Imaginationland-

"Oh, Finnick, stop it!" Annie cried out, in playful way. Finnick was tickling Annie for all he's worth and having fun doing it. Her large mermaid tail was flapping up in down as Annie attempted to control herself. Annie had long, flowing brown hair that reached her hips. There were various braids in her hair that implied a sort of fish scale texture. She had a seashell bra, as all mermaids do, with seashells dyed sea green in order to match her eyes and tail. Oh, her tail. It sparkled in the light and at certain angles, could be almost any color in the spectrum. She was absolutely breathtaking, and she knew it. Yet, she stayed with Finnick because Finnick, in this world and all other Imaginationland world, was a god. But not just any god, a 'sex' god. Well, the sex god. The one every girl yearned for, yet only one could have. He taught his abilities to the good people of the world, but none were as good as he.

On their sex cloud, Finnick laid with Annie, just looking up at the sky. He thought about how it paled in comparison to her, and decided to voice his opinion to her. She blushed and playfully slapped his chest, looking up for a second and then turning away. Finnick noticed, and tilted her head to his and gave her a sweet, gentle, long kiss. All was right.

And then they sexed each other.

-Finnick's Imaginationland End-

Damn, I'm a horny little boy, Finnick thought to himself. Well, I do have to sex Annie up in order to get the taste of hag out of my mouth. I wonder whether or not I could do it without technically raping her this time...

The stylist and Annie looked thoughtfully at Finnick, who was lost in his own world. They wondered what was going on in that pretty head of his, but they soon gave up after the hundredth possibility. "So, mermaid?" the stylist asked hopefully.

"Of course, it sounds amazing" Annie replied, imagining an image similar to Finnick's, except without all the sex. But somehow, Finnick managed to invade her Imaginationland.

-Annie's Imaginationland-

The waters were harsh. There would be a storm soon, but Annie had no shelter. Wait, what was she talking about? She's a mermaid, she always has shelter. She dived down into the waters, but quickly came up as she realized that the water she was currently swimming in was poisoned and would kill her if she breathed too much of it. Just taking one breath in the poisoned water caused her to cough up blood.

She had not choice but to attempt to find a cave or something. One little problem, she was no where close to land. The closest thing to her was a pirate ship, and she knew that if she tried to take cover there, she could guarantee that she would be sold the next day.

She looked up at the ship, hoping that it would turn unto a nice ship within the blink of an eye, and she would be able to board the ship. But she noticed a handsome man, looking solemnly over board, as if searching for something.

He was very handsome. He had tanned, smooth skin and orange-ish, brown-ish hair. His hair was a bit long. his bangs ending somewhere between his eyes and his eyebrows, but the look worked on him. He wore a simple handkerchief on his head, but he sighed sadly and took it off, showing off even more of his amazing hair. he wore a simple white short, and she could not what kind of pants he was wearing, but she concluded it looked equally good on him. His eyes were a to die for green, and every inch of him screamed sexyness. Annie wanted to just touch him, to feel him, but he was a pirate and that would spell her imprisonment.

She just looked up at him for minutes, silently hoping he would notice her and would simply speak to her, to maybe even hug her. She didn't dare to want more. Wanting more would just bring even more disappointment. But he did notice her. When he noticed, he quickly looked left and right, seeing if anybody was watching him. He walked away from banister, looking for something. On the other side of the ship, she heard a slight splash and some more after that. She wondered what was causing the splashing until she noticed that the handsome pirate was coming around the corner. She fervently looked around her, searching for something to hide her, she entertained the thought of diving under water and holding her breath, but she's never been strong in that area. She eventually gave up and let him row to her.

"You do realize that if it were anyone but me, you would be in a fish tank right now," he told her. Thank god, she thought, at least I'm not going to become a slave right now. But, what is he doing down her then? "I came here to help you escape the wrath of my shipmates. I know what you're thinking, why would I have suck jackasses as shipmates, but it's only because it was the only way I could escape slavery." She decided that he was trustworthy enough to speak to. Besides, she really wanted to touch that smooth, smooth skin.

"I'm still here only because I don't know how to find shelter from the incoming storm" she explained to him. "If it weren't for that, I would be gone within a blink of your eye. I'm kinda stuck here."

"Well, why don't you come on board?" He genuinely asked. "I'll hide you from my shipmates." She pondered whether or not he could be trusted to not turn her in. Mermaids are worth a lot of money. Especially to human perverts. Eventually, she decided to trust him.

He helped her up the ladder and came up first, checking if the coast was clear. He told her that it was dinner, and he came out because he was thinking about something. He said that they were probably still eating, and now would be the best time to go to his room and wait. When she asked him how she would manage to walk across the deck, he promptly picked her up bridal style and ran across the deck, down the stairs, and into his room. He explained that he didn't have a roommate because his shipmates believed he was 'slave filth.' "That's horrible," Annie cried out, but the pirate quickly hushed her.

"Oh, I never realized, we haven't introduced ourselves yet," the pirate said. "I'm Finnick." He stuck out his hand for her to shake.

"My name is Annie," she said, imitating his motion. but not shaking his hand.

He laughed at her gesture and taught her that she is supposed to grab his hand in response and shake it. Although their handshake exceeded normal length, they just sat their, holding the other's hand, looking deeply into each the other's eyes. Finnick slightly edged toward her, seeing how she would respond. She slightly leaned forward, telling him that it's okay to kiss her. He slowly leaned in and kissed her. In the Imaginationland's Annie's mind, fireworks exploded, flowers bloomed, and fires sparked. They deepened the kiss, little by little.

And then they sexed each other.

-Annie's Imaginationland End-

Annie gasped as soon as she came out of her daydream. Apparently she was just as horny as Finnick, just more subtle about it. Well, it had been hard trying to get sex out of her mind, seeing as that he stole her virginity a few days ago. She was desperate for him and needed to sex him up. Badly. Maybe if they spoke after the chariot rides, there might be a possibility of a kiss. But not much.

While she had been daydreaming, Finnick snapped out of his and had agreed with the stylist that it would be best for Annie to be a mermaid. The stylist began pulling out Annie's costume and applied light makeup. Finnick had already left to go see the other tribute. She was a bit sad that he had left without saying goodbye, but she found a small note sticking to her forehead.

Dear Miss Cresta,
I hope you have fun in the chariot ride.
Be brilliant!
Love,
Finnick Odair, your lover

He would be more subtle if he screamed his love for Annie from the top of the training center. She thought of ways to destroy the note without anyone knowing, and decided that eating the note was the best option. She ruled out just throwing it away because it would be possible that the trash was being monitored. She knew she was being paranoid, but it didn't hurt to be careful. Even though the Capitol was ready to kill her, one wrong move, and she would get rid of any chances of surviving. Although she didn't plan on leaving the arena alive, she still wanted a fighting chance. She wanted to show the Capitol that they didn't own her.

Finnick had the stylist right down the name of the guy tribute on his hand. He looked down in confusion as he saw the name 'Dylan' scrawled across his hand in neat, pretty cursive. It disgusted him how much the handwriting looked like the handwriting used to write the children's names for the tribute picking. He wondered whether or not she was the one that wrote all the names, but he knew that would take far too long for just one person to write.

This time, he knocked before entering the room. He instantly saw a boy a few years younger than him wearing the clothes of a greek god. When Finnick questioned the stylist why he was dressed like this, the stylist replied that he was supposed to be Poseidon, god of the sea. Although, Dylan didn't really look like Poseidon with his blond hair and lack of muscles. That's not to say that he didn't look good in his chiton, Finnick just doesn't swing that way.

"So you actually came to check on me," Dylan said, slightly surprised. "I thought that you would spend all day in Annie's room." He looked sad when he said 'Annie.' He definitely has a crush on her. No doubt about it. Too bad only one of them will be able to survive, and Finnick will make sure that's Annie. If not, he'll just give up on the games. "There's not much you can do in here so you can just leave."

Finnick knew that it was pointless to try to argue that he should be there because he really wasn't one to stay and stare at men's bodies, so he quickly left and escaped to his room before anyone found him and forced him to sleep with another hag.

When he got back to his room, he decided to take a nice, long shower. He knew how to work the various knobs so that he could get his skin to be satiny smooth, but he decided instead to pelt his skin with hot water for over a half-hour. Although he didn't have much time until the chariot rides, he decided to take his time. Since he was only a mentor, he didn't have to be there as early as the tributes. He took far too long in his shower and he didn't realize it until he heard the 6 o'clock bell ringing across the city. He rushed out of the shower, quickly changed, and sprinted to the nearest elevator. He prayed that he would be able to get to the stables as soon as possible, and, as if to answer his prayers, the double doors of the elevator opened and he ran in before it possibly closed. When he got in, he began mashing the 'Door Close' button as fast as he could. He managed to get to the Stables within five minutes.

When he got down there, he remembered that he did not actually need to be down there for the chariot rides, only for the interviews. He mentally slapped himself when he realized how stupid he is, although he did get the chance to see how beautiful Annie was. She looked exactly like how he imagined, except the sex god was instead Dylan. Finnick already loathed him. He wished he could be the one to protect Annie, but then he would probably fail. Like he did with her sister. Finnick thought to himself, Why does my mind constantly go in circles, it's been like this for four years already!

The chariot rides were a smash hit. But it disgusted Finnick to think that all of the men in the audience and in the Capitol were drooling over Annie. After he got Annie out of the arena, he would protect her from suffering the same fate as him. It was agonizing knowing that he wouldn't be able to help Annie to the fullest because he was busy being sold. He would talk to Annie at the first chance he got. His chance came sooner then expected.

Annie walked briskly up to Finnick. "I need to talk to you." God, he loved that spunk.

She dragged him into a closet, her mermaid costume still on. She glared at him when she noticed him staring at her chest. "Yes, those are my breasts," Annie told him. She didn't care how perverted he was, she still had a crush on him. She wasn't even able to understand why she still liked this perverted creep. She didn't have much to speak to him, she just needed to get rid of her want.

Finnick looked down at her with longing eyes. He wanted to kiss her, and nothing would stop him. He did. She kissed him back.

And then they sexed each other.

All I can say is that I hope it wasn't explicit, because I honestly don't know how to _

I'll try not to take so long to write the next chapter!