First, I'm so sorry for taking so long to update. Second, I've gotten a few requests for Johannick. I'm just going to tell you that it never works out when I try to write about Johanna and Finnick as a couple, and I've always preferred Annick anyway. While I appreciate the feedback, I will not be writing that in this story.

Also, this chapter talks a lot about sex. If that makes you uncomfortable, I'd just graze over the next few chapters so you know what's going on. I never actually write about it explicitly, because I really want to keep the rating T. You'll see what I mean during this chapter.

This takes place about a week after last chapter ended.

Annie's POV

"Don't just stand there, Annie! Help me!" he yells at me. "Annie, please!"

I try to run to him, but I can't. My feet won't move. It's like I have no control over my limbs. "Goddamnit, Annie!" he shouts. "I need you! Come back!"

The fire is spreading rapidly; the ceiling and walls are beginning to collapse. "Annie! Help! I'm trapped, Annie!"

I feel myself being pulled backwards, away from my little brother.

"Annie!" he screams. "Annie, you're my big sister! You have to protect me! Annie!"

"Jason!" I call, struggling against the force pulling me away. "Jason, I'm sorry! I love you, Jason!"

He just stares at me with a look that shows betrayal in his eyes as the ceiling collapses in on him. "Jason!" I scream.

"Annie," the force dragging me away says soothingly. "Annie! Annie, wake up! It's not real, Annie. Just wake up. Annie. Wake up!"

My eyes snap open. Though blurred with tears, I can make out Finnick's face above mine, and I recognize the feel of his hands gently shaking my shoulders. A sob escapes my lips, and Finnick pulls me into him.

"It's okay, Annie. It was just a dream. You're here, now. You're safe." He combs my hair down as I cry into his shoulder. "I'm here. You're okay."

"I-I'm so sorry," I sob. "I-I'm such a p-pain. I k-keep you up at n-night. I only c-cause problems! I'm so sorry, Finnick!"

"Shh," he soothes. He gently moves my face away from his shoulder and cups my face in his hands. He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. "Annie, listen to me. You're not a pain. We're all lucky to have even met you. You brighten our lives on a daily basis. Yeah, you wake me up in the middle of the night. So what? It's so worth it. I'd do so much more if it meant keeping you in my life. Do you understand that, Annie?"

I sniff. "Y-Yeah. B-But you shouldn't have to bother with me. It's not fair to you. Finnick, I'm crazy. I'm actually crazy. I've gone mental. I-I can't even -"

"I wouldn't think you're crazy if you said the sky was purple and made of hedgehogs! (If anyone can tell me what book I took that from, I will be so happy.) Annie, you are the most extraordinary person I've ever met. Don't even think you're anything less. I've met a lot of people in my life, and I've never met anyone like you. This world has practically no truly good people. They're either too selfish, or too grouchy, or too cocky, or too self-absorbed, or too bitchy. You're not."

"Finnick, you don't have to say things like that just to make me feel better," I say.

"I'm serious, Annie." He stares at me with those gorgeous sea-green eyes that match my own. They portray total honesty. He looks at my comforter and bites his lip. "You know I'm not a religious person, so I really have nothing to base this on, but I think you're the closest thing to an angel this world has got. So, if the angel has a couple of flaws, so be it."

He looks back up at me; we just stare into each others eyes for a moment. He leans down and captures my lips.

I just sit there, stunned. He pulls away. "I'm sorry," he says. "I shouldn't have -"

I cut him off by pulling his lips back down to mine. His rough lips feel perfect against my soft ones - as if they were created simply for this purpose.

The kiss quickly becomes more heated - a sensation of lips, teeth, and tongues. Before I realize what we're doing, my tank top and Finnick's sweatpants are off.

And then more. And more. Until there's nothing but skin.

Peeta's POV

"Oh my God," Katniss whisper/yells. "Do they not realize that we can hear them?!"

"I'm not sure," I say, referring to the moans and screams coming out of Finnick and Annie's bedroom.

"Do they have no shame?" Katniss looks like she's about to be sick. "I really don't want to hear this."

"THAT'S THE SPOT!" The words echoes through the hallway.

"That's it! Peeta, pack an overnight bag. We're leaving." Katniss yanks a drawer open and shoves some clothes and a toothbrush in a bag. I do the same.

We step into the hallway at the same time as Gale and Johanna, who are also carrying overnight bags.

Johanna scowls. "Can you believe them?! It's so inconsiderate!"

"I feel like I'm going to be sick," Katniss informs us.

"Seriously?" Johanna asks her. "You're a grown woman. Don't you know what sex is like? It really isn't nauseating. Just rude to those who live under the same roof. You really are a child."

"Jo, you know you're just pissed that you were woken up at this time of night. Don't take it out on Katniss," Gale says. "Let's just go to the hotel."

"OH MY GOD, ANNIE!"

We all look at the room the sound originated in. "Yeah," I agree with Gale. "Let's go."

Finnick's POV (the next morning)

Annie and I wake up at the same exact time. We realize where we are, notice we're naked, look at each other in shock, and tumble out of the bed, Annie covering herself with the comforter and me with the sheet.

She looks at me with wide eyes. "Did we just -"

"Yeah," I say before she finishes the question.

"Were we -"

"No. We weren't drunk or high."

"Then how -"

"I have no idea."

"This was a mistake," Annie says.

"Probably," I agree.

"What were we thinking?"

"I wish I knew."

"We shouldn't do this again. Or talk about it. Ever again."

"I completely agree." I nod.

"Okay," Annie says, blushing brightly. "I'm going to take a shower."

She turns and walks toward the bathroom door. "Well . . ." I begin.

She turns around. "Yeah?" Was it just me or was there hope on her face?

"I mean - it was rather good."

"Definitely," she agrees.

"It would be a shame if it were only a one time thing . . ." I trail off.

Annie bites her lip. "I suppose that makes sense."

"It's settled, then," I say. "You can take your shower now. I'll just take one tonight. And we have work in about an hour, so hurry up."

"Okay."

She closes the door behind her. I collapse onto my bed. Oh my God, I think. Did that really just happen?

Yes, Finnick, you know that it did. You're not an old man, you're memory is completely intact, my mind replies unhelpfully.

I just can't believe it all happened so quickly. Over the past week, I realized how attracted I really am to Annie. But I really didn't expect our relationship - if it even is a relationship at this point it's not - would start like this. But it did. So I'll just have to make the most of what I've got. Which was actually a lot, but that's not the point. (A/N: That probably made no sense, but it's late and I'm tired. It's the best I've got at this point.)

I force myself to walk over to my closet and get dressed - my limbs feel like jello. I groan as I pull a T-shirt over my head. Lack-of-sleep seems to be catching up to me.

Annie walks out of the bathroom, fully dressed. "Wanna go see what Peeta made for breakfast?" she asks.

"Sure." I smile at her. She smiles back.

We walk downstairs in a comfortable silence. I quickly make note of the lack of voices coming from the kitchen.

"Do you think that we're the first ones awake?" Annie asks, apparently having noticed the unusual quietude.

"No," I say as I spot a note on the counter. "They left a note." I read aloud. "'A + F- We all went to a hotel. See you this afternoon. -Peeta' I wonder why they went out."

"Maybe there was some sort of show going on," Annie suggests.

"Probably, but this means the only food is leftovers."

Katniss's POV

"You look like shit," Cole informs me as he slides into a chair in the teacher's lounge.

"Way to boost a girl's self-esteem, Cole," I mutter.

"Though Cole could have been less insensitive, he's right. You look like you've had a rough morning," Lisa says.

"More of a rough night," I tell her. "Two of my roommates thought it would be a good idea to start sleeping with each other. At about three a.m., I went to a hotel, but the bed was unbelievably uncomfortable. I only got three hours of sleep."

"Which of your roommates decided it would be fun to keep you up with their sexual intercourse?" Beth asks.

"Finnick and Annie. I mean - we all saw it coming, but they could have been more considerate."

"Is that the bitch and the baker?" Cole asks.

"Seriously?" I ask him. "I've lived with these people for months, and you still can't match names with occupations? Finnick is the -"

"Wait!" Lisa interrupts. "I want to see if I can get this right. Finnick's the model. Annie's the swim coach. Johanna's the bitch. Peeta's the baker. And the bartender is -" She concentrates very hard. "- Gale?"

I raise my eyebrow at her. "That's right."

Beth nods her approval. "I'm impressed, Lisa. I certainly wouldn't have remembered all of that."

"Well, I am the only one who actually listens to Katniss," Lisa teases. "It only makes sense that I know what she's talking about."

"Well, she never has anything interesting to say," Cole defends. "Unlike me. Did I ever tell you about the time I biked across Europe? Oh man, those were the days!"

Beth, Lisa, and I prepare ourselves for another boring-ass story.

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