Just a reminder: Hunger Games: Finnick & Katniss Pairing Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)

I awaken to the sound of Finnick yelling at what I assume must be Haymitch,

"You twisted fuck," he screams in fierce rage. I hear the sound of liquid in a container being drank.

"It was the only believable way, trust me," he sighs In a clam tone. My head feels like it has been stung by a Jabberjay, I am never drinking again. Eh, who am I kidding? If things keep going the way they are I'll probably end up like Haymitch one day.

"You're older than her, what kind of mentor does that?"

"So are you," he says lightly.

"Shut up, you're like forty."

I hear the splash of liquid being drank again then Haymitch's raspy voice mutter, "Bite me, prince charming." They continue arguing and I groggily open my eyes. Thanks for the sleep guys, I am not hungover or anything. I survey my surroundings and Finnick is fuming vile words inches from Haymitch's face. While my mentor looks bored, splashing his drink around and giving Finnick an amused smirk.

"Shut up," I say in a dull monotone voice, avoiding eye contact with both of them.

Haymitch walks over to my bed side and sits on the white sheets looking at the floor,

"Please just listen to me," he mumbles. I give Finnick a pleading look and he looks away as if to agree to listen to Haymitch's side of the story.

"Do not forget I was once a Victor too… I was once a boy who was the game…" He sighed, "I was once a toy to the Capitol myself. I was planning to overthrow Snow out of anger and when I won the Games he sold me off…" I can see his arms start to shake as they are covering his eyes, "He told not to mess with him and when I threatened to over throw the Capitol, he killed my family," my mind raced toward Prim and Mother. "When I did not do a job I was assigned to… He killed my girlfriend and I was left with nothing," I thought of Peeta and Gale… Then Finnick. Suddenly it all became clear and Finnick couldn't help but look shocked into his core. He was trying to protect me and keep us in his grasp… we were the only people Haymitch had left. I got out of the covers and sat next to Haymitch. I did not say on word but he knew we understood what he said. He was unable to speak in a normal tone now and did not have the heart to take another gulp of his alcohol. There is no anger now, no regret. He did those things yesterday night to be able to be near again. He said communications between districts is now impossible even by phones; he did not want to risk our lives. "There was no other way I'd know you were alive unless I called Snow to see you. Please forgive me."

I asked Haymitch why he did not just search the Districts for me then but he said since 12 was destroyed; he was free to move to another one but could not travel more than once unless it was for official business like the Games. I thanked him for thinking of such a flawless plan that even Snow didn't see coming.

Finnick leans against the pale wall looking at Haymitch from the corner of his apologetic eyes,

"It's ok, welcome home."

And that was the first time I saw Haymitch cry.

Haymitch gets up without a word and leaves the room, while Finnick and I sit in silence. After a few minutes, Finnick sends an bewitching grin and decides to break the silence,

"Let's not waste such a glorious afternoon, it's been a while since we both had free time." He's right, I notice the lack of a note card and seize the moment. We both walk carefully down the bare wooden steps of his home, making sure not to bother Haymitch. Then, out the door. His district is beautiful, the smell of sea-salt and blue skies. We walk around his yard and into the sand dunes behind his house being greeted by the warm ocean current. I never experienced wet sandy beaches… This feeling is totally new. He grabs my hand and we walk along the coast, feeling out feet dip into the ground as we aimlessly venture to nowhere. We do not talk but he looks truly happy here like he part fish and the feeling of watery sand is home to him.

I want to soak in this moment, suspended in time when there are no games, no worries. Just innocence. I smile at this small thought.

"What are you smiling you?" he asks happily but I just shake my head… Explaining that the ocean gives me the ability to feel innocence is something indescribable, all I can do is shake my head.

We have been walking for some time and we end up to a pier that stretches into the water's depths, "Follow me, Kat," he says innocently. I nod and he holds me hand, guiding me down wooden panels above the water… I feel like I am going to fall.

"Is this safe?"

"Of course it is, just move with the water," he takes delicate strides forward as those words rolled off his tongue. I can see the pier dip when he walks, "Trust me." I do and take a step forward… Falling into the salty ocean,

"Damn it, damn it, damn it all," I scream, "You knew this would happen," I saw splashing and glaring at the laughing boy on the pier.

"I should have told you I make it look easy," he purrs. I give him my best pouty face but just says aww does this kitten not like water? I was about to swim out but he pulls his shirt off to join me in the water. As I fell in, he gracefully dives instead, jumping in perfect form and leaving not a single splash when he enters the current. Finnick pops up mere inches from my wet a face, "Meow."

"Shut up," I splash at him.

"Make me." Water is his element so there is nothing I can do so I stick my tongue out and climb on the pier. He rests his upper body on the edge of the dock, "Oh, you're no fun." He climbs out and sits next to me, and we feel the ocean on our feet and absorb the sun as it hits off the ocean. I fall asleep with my head on his shoulder looking at the waves and wake up in the same position expect it has turned to night,

"About time, I thought for sure this was put you out," he laughs. I notice it is now late but do not want to go… Instead I want to live this moment a little bit longer. I look at him and warmly ask, "Let's play a little game of knots?"

"I'd love to," he charmingly says while pulling out his rope and beginning to twist it about. He hands it to me feeling successful. I can not untie it… I look at it and bite it but… Nothing.

"Find the weak spot," he desirably says. I look at it but see no way to undo it.

"You win this time," I hand it to Finnick, "here." He sighs and looks me straight in the eyes while pulling it apart with his teeth… Show off.

"Secret, now hmm, shall we?"

I should of guessed I would not get a free turn, "You're distracting." He leans in close and raises his eye brow, giving me the most devilish grin, "You find me… Distracting?" He looks away from my eyes, "Noted." He hands me the rope, there is no point. I know he can untie any knot. I make a circle knot hoping he will at least fake it. He laughs and uses tow fingers to undo it, "I taught you that one but nice try, now tell me how adventurous are you.."

"Very."

"Excellent!" he says while pulling off his pants and boxers, revealing his flawless skin.

"W-What are you doing?" He gives me a wink and swan dives into the water, popping up seconds later and looking at me from the shallow sand dunes below. I shake my head but he keeps smiling at me to join him.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" he says in an enticing tone. Fine. I take clothing off hoping no one sees me… But if they do, at least I am with Finnick. I plop into the water and sit in the sand dunes next to him, feeling the water sink into my skin. We move back a bit and sit on the shore of the waves. Being engulfed in water and comfortable on the sand. I sit on his lap and lay my head on his shoulder.

"Now was that so hard?" he says with his classic smirk. I can feel his hand start to trail down my thighs and he gives me that knowing look.

"Finnick-"

"Shh.." He runs his finger down my slit but not into it, jus teasing it. He does this for a few minutes, well two can play at this game. I run my finger on his leg and lightly touch his very hard member. He looks up rather amused and he continues to play this game. I start to grind my hips on his not touching his cock and he bites his lip. Suddenly, he moans and flips me over, pinning me to the sandy dunes, "That's not very nice, Kitten," he grins lightly, "You should play nice," he asserts as he breathes on my neck. I playfully pull his hair past my face and whisper, "Make me."

He takes no time and starts to pump his finger in me as the waves provide natural lubricate. It feels too good and I scream his name. His smile widens and he goes faster moaning my name to himself as he stares in awe over my flexing body. I let out a small sigh and he pulls his fingers out, licking them dry, and rolling back on the sand next to me. I take this opportunity to climb on him and take him for myself. I slowly slip my upper body to his waist level and kiss his fully erect manhood.

"Katniss.." he pleads.

"Yes?"

"Please" he entreats. I smile and start to lick him, he sighs and I slowly slip him into my mouth. As I get use to it, I start to move a bit faster and bob my head willingly down him.

"Oh my god, Katniss," he moans. I take it as a good sign and start to lick and rub him a bit faster; using the waves to spalsh the parts of his skin that do not get to be licked up. He holds my head lightly and groans my name in a final breath. I feel him bust in my mouth and let go, smiling in delight. I look at him in the eyes, licking my fingers clean and swallowing ever last bit of him.

"Wow.." he sighs, never have I seen him look so pleased. He looks at me in awe, "Katniss, I am not sure if you know this but you are sexy." The Finnick Odair called me sexy. I say I won this game of knots for tonight.

He gets up and motions his head to follow him back inside,

"But we're naked!" I whisper but yell.

"Do you find this distracting?" He says with a sexy pose. I want o say yes but I just wink and follow him. We half run to his home and dart inside, you'd think I was running for my life by the speed I was going at. It wasn't the games, just an adventure with Trident Boy.

Haymitch fell asleep in his chair (Thank Capitol!) so he didn't notice us creeping by him to walk upstairs. I step and realize just how many doors there are up here, I reach for the closet door knob put Fin stops me from opening it, "Wrong room," I look at him confused, "That was… Annie's room.. The one next to that is my mother's… There is an extra next but I gave it to the Prep Team. Remember mine is always last." He left go of my hand and walked forward without me. I look back at Annie's room and away to follow him into his bedroom. He pulls me into the covers and I curl up next to him, with nothing but our skin and the sheets to keep us warm… That is all we need.

"Goodnight,"

"Night."