09/09/2016
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
Chapter five: Taste~
For the past two-and-a-half months, he has wondered what she tastes like.
His mind has gone in many different directions with this mystery, ranging from scorching fire to succulent fruit, but whatever the answer, he's sure that it's so flavorful and addicting he would never be able to have enough.
They have been embarking on a semi-serious relationship for the past month, a mutual agreement between them after he had spent the night at her home in order to stop her nightmares. Katniss insisted they keep it a secret, at least until they got their feelings sorted out. After all, what would be the point in letting the entire world know that the Capitol's most eligible bachelor and most recent Victor were no longer single if it wasn't meant to last?
He knows that Snow probably suspects something of them by now, but he also knows that unless they act on it, they are of no immediate threat to his precious hierarchy. But despite the dangers of their possible union, he doesn't fear the consequences in the least; he can care less what Snow or any of his patrons think.
It's Katniss that keeps him from taking things any further than they have already gone; she has a mother and sister and friends back home, people to take care of and look after and make sure are okay. He has only her.
"Finnick?"
He is jolted from his thoughts by her voice, eyes fixing on hers. He stares at her gray orbs for no more than two seconds before dropping his gaze to her lips.
Unable to reign in his curiosity a moment longer, he swoops forward without a word and cups her face in his hands, pressing his lips against her own.
She tastes like fireworks.