a/n [Written by Johanna for the second day of Caesar's Palace's Shipping Week. Uses prompt 'divine' from c/p.]
She's lying across the second step on the back porch, her right arm draped over her eyes, and her left dangling down to the sand below. He sits on the step above her, leaning back on his arms, his legs bent over hers. Together they watch the ocean waves dance over the shore. When Annie speaks up suddenly, her voice sharp against the soft cries of seagulls and the lull of the water, he opens his eyes and peers at her, fondness in his eyes.
She says, "I like right now."
Finnick hums in response and lifts her hand away from her eyes. Weaving his fingers with hers, he asks why.
"It's… bright," she answers, lacking a better word. "Happy."
Her eyes meet his, and she studies them, memorizing the shades of green. With her other hand, she reaches for his cheek.
"Divine," she continues. "I like being with you."
He smiles, and brings her hand to his lips. And she's right, of course—she always seems to be—right now is nice. It's perfect. The sky and the ocean and Annie and everything. Finnick drops her hand and bends down, his lips finding hers, and whispers, "I love you, too."