Three days until Christmas. That's it.

I haven't gotten anyone's present yet.

I feel as though I'm screwed.

If you were in my place, what would you get Mrs. Everdeen? If you can think something, you're a fucking genius.

Johanna and I are going to go get gifts for everyone else today, which is obvioulsy a /huge/ relief to me, but I can't exactly get her present if she's with me. It would be handy though. I could just ask her what she wanted and you know what why am I explaining this to you you know exactly how it would be handy.

So, we're on our way right now. It's like, nine in the morning. I shouldn't be up at this hour. I have absolutely no clue as to how Johanna is awake right now. She's also very excited. It's kind of cute.

Prim and her seven coats aren't with us today, so we make it to the Square in about ten minutes. It's kind of empty today. I'm surprised. I guess it makes sense because onlya handful of people here actually celebrate Christmas.

Our shopping takes forever. Niether of us are the senitmental type, so we don't know what to get anyone. We consider getting Katniss and Peeta a puppy, but decide against it because Mrs. Everdeen might lose it. Prim and her mother were actually kind of easy to shop for. Judging by the decorations already in the house, Johanna and I just picked out some antique things that matched the stuff at home nicely.

Two down.

Peeta is almost as easy to shop for. He's appreciative of anything, but I think we got the perfect present for him, but you're going to have to wait until Christmas to see what it is.

Katniss isn't easy to shop for. She doesn't need any hunting stuff. She doesn't like clothes. She doesn't like animals very much, besides puppies, apparently. She hates antiques. She likes simple things. Sentimental things.

"Any ideas on what we should get her, Finny?" Johanna asks, messing with her hands.

"Not really. What about you?"

She shakes her head.

"Damn." I chew my lip and cross my arms, "We can worry about it later. I think we did pretty good today.

"I guess we did. Home then?" She looks up at me and smiles a little bit.

"Mhmmmm." I lean down and kiss her once and she kisses me back.

We come home nearly four hours later. The second we step in the door, Katniss is upon us.

"What the hell took you guys so long?" She raises her eyebrows, smirking very slightly.

Johanna shrugs and brushes past Katniss, taking to concealed presents with her. "You'll never know, Everdeen." She then proceeds to our room.

"You've offended her," I laugh quietly, beginning to follow Johanna.

Katniss laughs quietly and shrugs a little. "Don't I always?"

I grin slightly and point my finger at her, "That you do."

She laughs again, quickly brushing the topic away, "We're all going to go do our shopping now, so you've got the whole house to yourselves for a few hours." She makes a few sensual gestures at me, then she grins and leaves.

This is what I have to deal with every day.

They've all left now.

The house is extremely empty.

Despite it's emptiness and Peeta's promise to keep everyone out of the house, we've still taken precautions. I pushed a dresser in front of our door. She closed all the widows and pulled the curtains together. (We're on the second floor, but like I said, we've taken precautions.)

(What's going to happen next it a tad obvious, so if you don't want to read that, skip to the next '+'. If you aren't skipping aheadm don't get too excited. I'm not going to be that descriptive.)

So, you may be thinking "Well. This is Finnick Odair and Johanna Mason. They do this a lot. No big deal." Let me be the first to tell you that we do not do this a lot. We hardly ever have the chance.

Anyway.

We're just laying in our bed now. No clothes. Nothing seperating us.

We lay still for a while, but after a few minutes she leans over and gently pushes her lips against mine.

This goes on for a while.

Every single kiss is perfect though.

I would perfectly content with just this, but I'm perfectly content with moving on though.

I'm sort of leaning over her now, we're not quite touching. I don't like it. I lean down and kiss her lips once, then her neck, then her shoulders. I start working on her collarbones, but she's not having any of that. She /hates/ being teased and I tease a lot, so.

She quickly flips is around, so she's on top now. She sit on my thighs and tells me I can't move or she'll kick my ass. Needless to say, I don't plan on moving.

She's being relentless. She stroking it really slowly. She knows it drives me crazy. She doesn't pick up her pace though. It's all about revenge now. I tilt my head back and clench my fists together, trying to refrain from cursing. She's speeding up now, thank god, but not very much. I really shouldn't tease her anymore, because this is pure torture. This isn't even the worst of it though. Once I get all exciteded down there, she's going to stop.

And, just as I said, she stops.

She lays next to me and laughs a very evil laugh. "That's what you fucking get, Odair."

I lay flat and shake my head a bit, smirking very slightly, "Fuck you."

"Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

I glare at her and reach over to my bed stand and dig out a condom and move under the covers, quickly slipping it on. I shove the wrapper back in the drawer. "Courtesy of Peeta. Think of Peeta the whole time, baby." I laugh slightly, trying not to think about it.

She flinches as the thought and shakes her head, moving under the covers, "I don't want to do that."

I shrug slightly and move, so I'm leaning over her. "Then don't." I shake my head slightly.

She nods a little bit and then it's like a freaking sexual Hunger Games.

The rest is very basic.

Just kidding. It wasn't basic at all, BUT YOU DON'T GET TO HEAR ABOUT IT. HA HA.

After that, we do it again in the shower.

We don't waste out time together, man.

Mrs. Everdeen and Prim come home before Katniss and Peeta. Johanna and I are sitting on the couch.

They both say hello and retreat to the kitchen, clearly not wanting to converse any more than so.

Johanna sits up and raises her eyebrows, "Do you think they know?"

"Prim is thirteen. How on earth would she know?"

She laughs and shoves my chest gently, "She looked like she knew. God. This is so awkward now."

I wave my hand in the air and wrap my arm around her, pulling her against my side, "I wouldn't worry about it. Just be thankful that we aren't Katniss and Peeta."

She nods absentmindedly, "Yeah. That would really suck."

"Oh, yeah. No doubt about that."

She smiles a little and kisses me gently, pulling away too fast for me to kiss her back. "I love you," she says, wrinkling her nose.

"And I love you," I reply.

We basically just cuddle and talk about how much it must suck to be Katniss and Peeta until Katniss and Peeta come back.

Katniss flips me off and laughs, making her way into the kitchen. This is a reoccuring theme in this house between her and I. We can't express our affection toward each other very often though because of Prim and Mrs. Everdeen.

Peeta smiles at us as he hangs up his coat, his eyes somewhat curious. I shoot him a thumbs up and he grins. His plan has worked. His mission has been accomplished.

Never have I known anyone as caring as Peeta Mellark.