Wedding Nights
Its morning now and I'm very tired. I don't want to tell Finn though; he's really enjoying himself, or at least appears to be. "Finn." I whisper to him, "I'm just going to sit down for a bit."
"I'll come with you." he whispers back holding my hands.
"No Finn, I'll honestly be fine. You just keep dancing." I say.
"Nah, I'm a bit tired. We should probably be getting back to our room." he says. He leads me off and we walk towards our small but cosy room. He picks me up like he did at the hospital and with his free hand he opens the door. He places me down on the bed then starts to take of his tie, taking off the suit jacket then unbuttoning the white shirt that once was the boy who made the wedding cake. I watch him as he flings the shirt on the floor. His big muscles run down his tanned chest. I smirk slightly and a spark fills his eyes. "You like what you see Mrs Odair?" he asks seductively. He kicks of his shoes and takes his socks off.
"Well you've flashed your chest of enough times; all of Panem has seen your torso Finn." I say, smiling. He doesn't reply and instead climbs onto my bed. I remove the many clips from my hair and let it flow down before throwing the high heeled shoes of the bed. "Well come on Finn, I can't get this dress of on my own." I say.
He smiles pushing the strands of hair behind my ear and stroking my face. "You sure Annie? We don't have to do this." he tells me.
"Finnick, we're married, you're my husband." I reply moving my hands to his chest, feeling around his muscles.
"That doesn't mean we have to though Annie." he says, "not is you don't want to."
"I'm yours Finn." I say and I peck him on his forehead. He smiles and then starts to unzip my dress…