A/N: This update is super-short and basically just smut. :)

"Finally." Finnick drops a stack of my clothes onto his bed, letting out an exasperated sigh. "You have way too much stuff, especially since we're only gonna be here for a month at most. "We should put this away and then go to dinner. You know what? We're both pretty drunk. Lets just deal with the clothes in the morning."

"Good idea." I suggest. I stand up from the chair in the corner of the room, and I almost fall over. I didn't realize how much I drank. Oh well. I don't really care. "Are you even hungry?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "Can we just lie here for a little. I don't really wanna go downstairs." Finn shrugs, taking a pile of shirts and putting him on the small table in the corner. I stretch my arms and yawn. I'm so tired. I lift my shirt above my head and throw it at him playfully. "I'm gonna take a shower. Are you coming in?"

"You don't need to ask twice." He smirks, winking at me. That still makes me blush. I take of all my clothes and put them in the laundry chute, not feeling the need to cover myself up at all. Finnick's the only person I can be truly and completely naked with, in both the literal and emotional sense. I turn on the boiling hot water, and a small timer counts down from twenty. District 13 tries to be frugal about everything, even water, so they time showers. The people who grew up here get five minutes. I let down my hair and close my eyes under the water. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist and Finnick kisses the base of my neck. I turn around to meet his lips with mine. "I could get used to this." He tells me, getting the bar of soap. "Turn around."

I try to protest, but he shushes me. Finnick takes a gray washcloth and rubs me down, from my shoulders and arms, all the way down my back, and he pinches my butt. I squeak, and he chuckles. He soaps up my legs, and then begins to work his way up my legs, completely ignoring the tops of my thighs and skipping up to my slightly protruding hipbones. He pokes my belly button and stops, letting the water wash off the soap. "Are you not gonna finish up?" I ask him, slightly annoyed and very wet.

"Oh yeah, I forgot your hair! Silly me." He smiles playfully, feigning nonsense. He massages the two-in-one shampoo into my hair, humming under his breath. He's about halfway through getting the soap out of my tangled hair when I mutter fuck it and push him against the hard wall of the shower, kissing him fiercely. He shakes his head at me. "After. We're timed, remember? The water's gonna shut off in a few minutes." I frown, but I guess I can wait. I quickly finish washing the rest of my body, and I see that there's seven minutes left.

"Let me help you out." I smirk, gently pushing Finnick under the stream of water. He shivers and I take a step back to just look at him. He's so perfect. It's almost like he's unreal, or I'll wake up and this'll be a dream. I don't think I'll ever be unfazed by Finnick Odair's extraordinary beauty. I take some body wash and rub it between my hands. I massage it from the nape of his neck all the way down his toned back. I do the same on his chest, spreading the soapy lather all over. Finnick's already cleaned his legs, so I don't even bother. I rub a little more soap on my hands and trail my hands down to his length. I twist my hand up and down a few times, just to admire how quickly he hardens in my small hands. I stroke him a few more times. His eyes close and he thrusts his hips into my hand. I peek over at the timer on the wall, and there's only two and a half minutes left; "Whoops, sorry." I say, letting go of him abruptly. "We have two minutes to wash your hair." Finnick groans unhappily. I laugh. We quickly wash his hair, and them the water stops, the timer making a short beep.

We step out of the shower, and I pass him a towel. I dry myself off, and catch a peek at Finnick again. He looks at me, and he has that gleam in his eyes. They're black with lust, and I can tell exactly what he's thinking. I take the towel out of his soft hand, and drop it on the floor by his feet. I tug his hand, and look up to kiss him again. His hands get lost in my hair, and our tongues battle for dominance, a messy combination of tongue and teeth. I bite down gently on his lip, and he picks me up and carries me the short distance to the bed, where he drops me on it unceremoniously. I would be a little annoyed by that, but I'm too needy to care. Finnick climbs on top of me, and starts kissing my neck again. He works his way down my body, kissing down my jaw, to my breasts, and biting each of the nipples gently. They harden in his mouth, and I can't help but arch my back into his mouth. He trails kisses down my pale stomach, and sticks his tongue in my navel. He brings himself right back up and kisses me gently.

Finnick trails his fingers down my stomach slowly, making me shiver. Even though we have all the time in the world, I'm more impatient than ever. "Hurry up." I tell him, biting down on his neck gently.

"Someone's needy." He mocks me jokingly. He rolls off me, and I can't help but pout. Tease. I see that he's not going anywhere, but just pulling out a condom and rolling it on. I nod at him in appreciation for his quick-thinking. I never would have remembered, and I really don't wanna get pregnant. Again. Finnick kisses me again, and sticks his tip in, agonizingly slow. Finnick pushes in completely, and I moan embarrassingly loud. He starts to thrust slowly, obviously having fun teasing me. I'm not enjoying that too much. I need him, now.

"Just fuck me already." I growl in his ear. Finnick is never one to disappoint. I reconnect our lips, craving the contact. I wrap my leg around his back so he can get deeper. Harder, faster. I'll never get tired of this. He's perfect and we're perfect for each other and it's so good. I can't help but rake my nails down his back, so hard I might draw blood. But that's really not a priority right now. His lips are on my jaw again and I can't think straight. Not that it's really a bad thing.

Time loses it's meaning. It's just me and him, the world has melted away. Nothing else matters. I'm not sure how long later, but Finnick snakes his hand down between us and gently squeezes my clit between his first two fingers. I clench down around him, seeing stars. He thrusts a few more times, and groans, coming. He quickly rolls off me, and dumps the condom in the garbage pail by the bed. I miss him in the few seconds.

He comes right back, and wraps his arms around me. I kiss him softly, lovingly, but not as passionately. We're worn out, and it takes me a little while to get my breathing back to normal. I yawn a little.
"Tired?" He asks me, smiling cockily.

"You wear me out." I smile. It's not a bad thing. "I love you."

"I love you too." Finnick whispers. He looks over at me and turns off the light.

A/N: I'm really losing motivation to write this, just because I personally hated Mockingjay, and I don't really like that I'm following the book.

I'm contemplating doing a time-jump to when they rescue Jo & Gloss. What are your thoughts?