Extra Info: Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)
I can't focus on the tragedy at the moment, his lips feel like ecstasy. I send out a small sigh of acceptance and can feel him smile. I go to smile back and he slips his tongue in-between entrance of my mouth. I incisively put my arms around his neck and he stops kissing me to look deeply in my Seam eyes.
"T-There's nothing pretty about them."
"Oh touché Miss. Everdeen, you're absolutely dynamite," and he begins to kiss me again with more passion and aggression and before. He starts to kiss my neck and feel the many curves and crevices my body has to offer. I start to tremble, stop it. Stop. Everything's going to be ok. He notices this small detail and looks up to say,
"It's going to be ok, Katniss, trust me"
"I do.."
"I need you to let go," he pauses, "when you are with me… I want you know it will be ok," I know the perfect come back. This is a Game. I put on my game face and smirk playfully,
"Make me."
Every inch of him became electrified and I see the seductive Finnick I once met at Quarter Quell , "Oh… I'd love to." I can feel his touch slowly trailing beneath my shirt as he kisses my neck, I quietly groan. In one single swoop, I can feel his fingertips tracing my spine until they unclip my bra. He's kissing me harder and his fingertips graze his way to hips,
"I can't" I entreat, he bites his lip, clearly not being able to handle saying anything but yes, "I'm not good at this."
He sighs playfully; lifting me over his shoulder and carrying me to the bedroom. You know, we never even looked around at the rooms yet; it's all so glamorous and beautiful here. We come to the wall of window: a door to the left wall and a door to the right… He bolts in the door to the left.
"Oh wrong room," Finnick schismatically chuckles, noticing he has stumbled into the stylist's area,
"Take good care of her for me," Flavius jokingly says as Finnick winks and carries me to the other door. He opens it with ease by the twist of his fingers and to our amazement the room is themed like the ocean.. A sandy, plush carpet, navy blue silk sheets, and blue walls hand painted with sea-like designs… It's beautiful except for the scent of roses. He throws me carefully on the edge of the bed and before I could even look up, he is on my lap, successfully taking my shirt off me.
He stares for a moment and then touches my bare chest; I let out a small groan. He takes it as a good sign and begins to lick my cold skin, I never knew this feeling existed, but it was different than anything I ever felt.
"Oh… Finnick," I breathlessly moan. He looks up and stops what he is doing to send me a bewitching grin,
"What?"
"D-Don't stop," the smirk on his face grew, slightly embarrassed I squint my eyes shut and whisper, "please."
"Oh Katniss, I couldn't even force myself to stop if I had to," and before I know it he has his manipulating hand down my pants and can feel him running his finger on me. He looks me straight in the eyes and touches in between my legs. I made a sort of whimper like gasp. My reaction pleases him, I mumbled his name and pulled on his shirt collar… Now I know why everyone loves him,
"S-stop... This is..um." I say. He raises an eyebrow and leans in close to my face while pushing his finger deeper inside of me; I let out a moan as he purrs,
"Make me." I pull him closer and unbuckle his pants with shaking hands, ripping off his shirt in between kisses. I have him stripped down to his blue boxers and just as I was about to reach out and touch the silk, he uses his free hand to grab both of mine,
"Not yet, you first," as he pushes me down on the bed, pushing his finger farther in and out, adding more finger every time. I want to scream but not out of pain but out of pleasure. I cannot help but let his name escape my lips, it just makes him go faster and I like it. He dips his head down and starts licking my area along with his previous finger skills. Oh my god, I am the rope between his hands, I can't help but arch at this thought. Then, I screamed his name, I sure as hell don't care who hears it.
He stands up grabbing my legs with a devilish grin, "I did not expect for you to like it that much, you secret kink," I blush and am too awkward to look into his perfect eyes. He lowers his boxers revealing a hard member. I gulp and for a split second I look up to notice a slight pang of guilt in his eyes. He closes his eyes touching himself and bites his lip.
"I want this," I reassure him, he grunts in enjoyment.
"Say it louder."
"I want you," I scream as I claw my way toward him.
"No, no, no," he pushes me back down, "You're mine." At that moment a grin from ear to ear appears and he slowly lets out a sigh as he slips himself into me.
"Kitten, …" he says a few times in my ear. It hurt at first… Then it felt different, and then it felt… good. I want to say something but my mind won't speak. He then holds my hands effortlessly above my head and starts to thrust faster, I let out a sea of moans repeating his name over and over.
"Yes," he moans, "fuck yes."
"F-Faster," he holds tighter to my hands and begins banging me like a machine, pumping me in and out at perfect rhythm. The pleasure is uncontrollable,
"I'm almost finished," he cries, I nod in agreement. He grabs my waist lightly, digging deeper and faster a few times more then like fireworks, we both let out a cry of euphoria at the same time. My body is left feeling warm and dripping.
Some moments pass and we catch our breaths again. Now lying next to me, holding me from my side to gently kiss my cheek,
"I love you, I always loved you," he mutters, "Ever since I first saw the Girl On Fire on that tv screen.. If I knew for sure I could have you" he desirably sighs, "I would of tried harder at the Quarter Quell."
I don't really know what to say… All I could think of was how it one day could've been Peeta.
But the time is gone now, I am blushing like an idiot and smiles and kisses me on my forehead before he tucking me under the covers of the bed. The sex made him cuddly and I can feel his soft skin wrapping around my body. This feels like home… He is my home now. I snuggle closer to him and can feel the warmth of his chiseled chest against me, "Goodnight, Katniss." Instead of saying goodnight, I snuggle closer to him and kiss his perfect lips. Goodnight.
I accept this.