Just a reminder: Hunger Games:Finnick & Katniss PairingRated: M(Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)
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I see Cato in my dreams, laughing along side President Snow himself. Their grins are almost as empty as the space surrounding them, then I wake up in a flash when they snarl and turn into mutts. They were not snarling, it was Finnick screaming, I shake him and his eyes flash open,
"Nightmares," he mutters softly.
"Me too"
"It's a victor thing," he sighs. I look at him and express how I hate the thought of being sold for money to the Capitol. We gain nothing from this but heartbreak. Finnick makes a quirky face and whispers in my ear,
"Make them pay it secrets… That is how you get it to be worth your time." He glances over at the clock and sees it is two O' clock and tells me it's time to get ready. Although we slept together, I do not feel comfortable enough to shower with him. I give a small smile and allow him to shower before me. What am I doing? I hope today goes well, why am I still here? Seconds have turned to minutes and I make my way toward the luxurious bathroom connected to our bedroom and just as I am about to open the door I hear muffled sobs.
**Finnick's P.O.V**
I am the worst, I am not victor. Oh poor, helpless Annie, "Annie…" This water is just as beautiful as my tears… I am a monster. I wish I died in the arena the first time, this is a useless fight. My eyes hurt now and I can't control my voice crackling, "Fucking kill me…"
And to top it off, I took Katniss's innocence away, doomed to live my horrid life. I shelter my head on my knees and let out another cry, Katniss's first time should of been with someone better, I am the worst kind of person, "Katniss…"
**Back to Katniss's P.O.V.**
The cries seem almost hysterical and it is a mix of words from Annie to Katniss to kill me. I get a lump in my throat and push the door open. His shadow behind the fogged glass shower panel sensed my presence and silences his sobs, turning off the water and opening the door to step out.
"Oh Katniss," he says in a light seductive tone, "Like what you see?" He takes my arms and pulls me close to his damp skin to kiss my cheek, then leaves to be styled. That's be Finnick I know, just as charming as ever.
I strip down and step in the shower, pressing the many buttons and dials to see the outcome. Some buttons give me different shampoos or conditioners, and the dials can change the flow of the streaming water around me. I finish washing off and sit in the shower for a moment, preparing for what may lie ahead. I get out dripping wet and make my way to the Stylist's chambers. He and the team has transformed the the walls to mirrors and a clothes rack lines the opposite wall. My prep team strips Me down to Beauty Base Zero and start remaking me from the skin out. Octavia begins painting my nails; while waxing my body. Meanwhile, Flavius is curling my hair into soft waves. When the basic redesigning is done, Viena looks at me and gives me bright, cherry lips and dark, smokey eyes. Pleased with her results she adds some blush and walks to a rack of clothing. I look at my feet trying not to peek at my appearance. She walks back with garments in his hand,
"Put these on," it was a rouge, lace bra and panties with a short black dress and red heels. The dress was a real sight, the back was made of lace and was skin tight but puffed outwards at my waist. It barley covered my butt and that bothers me. I slip on the clothing in silence and look in the mirrors around me,
"I look like a slut," I say beaming at a flirtatious looking girl,
"Just look at the back of the dress." I sigh and see the lace back of my dress reveals a very red bra,
"You look what others would be called, sexy," Octavia says lightly.
"I look like a slut."
"Not a slut, a whore," Finnick says playfully in the background. I search the mirrors and see him leaning on the back wall, licking his lips to my sight. He is dressed similar, a black suit and red shoes. (his boxers must be red too.)
"There's a difference, it's not like you had a choice," he sighs. I know he's right and agree with him. Venia places us next to each other and evaluates her work, and I hate to admit it but we look ravishing together.
He smirks, "The Katniss Everdeen and Finnick Odair." He takes my hand and we begin to leave the apartment, thanking my prep team and searching the streets for our suspected victim.
"There he is, in front of number 64," there stood a young man, probably Finnick's age staring at us. Finnick grabs my hand and walks toward him, "Remember, we are the most wanted things in Panem," I smile and he let's go of his grasp around me to seductively greet the man,
"Hello there..."
"You will refer to me as sir or master," we nod in understanding, "Pleasure to have you two in my presence."
I instinctively make a classic Finnick smirk and say,"Of course it is," then kiss his cheek. The man puts his arm around me and leads us inside his prison, Finnick looks at the placement of his arm but holds his tongue, putting his arm around him,
"Before we get started... I ask for... Payment," he smirks a bit, leaning his head on the man's shoulder, blowing his hot breath onto his skin.
"Well let me get my wallet..."
"No Sir," I pull at him and become parallel to Finnick, putting my head on the opposite side of his neck,
"Tell us your secret." Finnick looks at me pleased at my answer and begins to sigh desirably,
"S-Secret? I don't have any, that's nonsense."
"Well then, that's a shame," I pull him down to my level and whisper in his ear, "We love secrets."