"We'll stay alive! Together!" Wiress gasped excitedly in the Gamemaker control room the next day.
"Yes, I'm excited too, hon." Beetee said from under a table as he was examining the large computer modems at each control station. "Hm. These all connect to the main server and then somehow to the arena." Wiress hummed to herself as she was deep in thought. She giggled as Beetee wiggled around under the table. Sighing, she rested her hand on the taut fabric of his pants. "Wiress, hon," Beetee began knowing her touch made him lose his train of thought.
"Your schematics." She whispered as she withdrew a folded piece of paper from his back pocket.
"I didn't draw a schematic, hon." Beetee muttered.
"No, but I -" Wiress handed him the paper as he stood up to face her.
"Why didn't you tell me you figured it out?" Beetee groaned as he popped his back in several places. "I was looking under tables for hours!"
"Because I just did -" Rolling her eyes, Wiress gestured to a pen and paper on one of the nearby tables.
"Baby, you're a genius!" Beetee gasped as the logic schematic clicked in his brain.
"Only took you twenty-three years to figure that out -" Wiress teased as she pulled on the collar of Beetee's shirt. Beetee gasped as he was kissed roughly and passionately.
"Wiress!" He gasped.
"I want - my Victor -" Beetee blushed as Wiress whispered huskily in his ear. "Now." After Wiress latched legs around his waist, he carried her to the front of the room. He stared into her eyes as she wove her fingers through his thick black hair as he pressed her back against the main TV screen fixed to the wall.
"Ahem! Beetee and Wiress Tesla!" Plutarch's voice boomed around the room. The happy couple groped for their clothing on the floor. "Rule number one: You are not allowed to 'christen' each room where you chose to work! This is NOT your workroom in District Three!"