WARNING!:THERE'S A SHOWER...AND TWO HORNY TEENAGERS...YOU DO THE MATH...AND I KNOW THAT IT IS CLORAPHORM(how ever you spell it) BUT RUBBING ALCOHOL IS A SUBSTITUE FOR IT! JUST SAYING... READ WITH CAUTION! THIS IS THE FARTHEST I HAVE EVER GONE IN WRITING BEFORE... MIGHT I REMIND YOU THAT I AM IN FACT A VIRGIN TO EVERYTHING SOOOOO I HAVE NO CLUE HOW THE CHARACTERS SHOULD REACT...I HOPE I DID GOOD...PLEASE REVIEW!

Chapter 8

Previously

I then hear the shower turn on and I realize she left the door open. Does she WANT me to come in with her? I going to take a chance and say yes. I get up and lock my bedroom door. Then I make my way to the bathroom door. The room has steam in it and the mirror is fogged to the max. I can see a fogged sillohette of Katniss in the shower. "I was wondering how long you would be." I hear Kat say in the shower. Her voice is muffled slighty by the running water and shower door. "Are joining me Finn?

Finnick's P.O.V.

My eyes bug out when she opens the shower door and I get to see her soaking wet, sudsy, sexy body.

"Are you sure? I thought we were taking it slow?" I ask wearily. She said she wanted slow and this isn't slow.

"I just need help with my back. I'm not telling you to come in here and take me right here right now in this shower. That's not how I would like our first time. We'll get there sooner or later. I just need you to get m back for me. I'll get yours." She told me mischievous and sexy smile. My member twitched. Oh, she's going to give hell in this relationship, but I wouldn't give it up for anything. I wouldn't give HER up for anything. I nod to her and start to take off my sweats. When I pull my boxers off my erection sprints free of it's confinements.

"Had a good time when you woke up?" She questions me as I step into the shower with her. Suds. Suds are everywhere on her. Valley of her breast. Belly button. Breasts. Just everywhere.

"All do to my girlfriend." I answer back. And I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

She asks me,"Oh, so you liked that, did you?"

"Why yes. Yes I did, baby." As we were going back and forth with the questions and answers I hadn't noticed that her hand had started from the top of my chest and started to slide downwards. How did I not notice that?

"So you wouldn't mind if I did this then?" She doesn't even give me time to figure out her words before she grabs my member, once again this morning. A loud moan slips from me, and I buck my hips from the sudden contact.

"Oh god...Kat...oh my god...you're a powerful person you know." I moan out.

"I know." she tells me with a smirk. She brings her lips to mine and I put my hands on either side of her face and pull her as close as I can to me. Her hands are all me and mine all over her. Mesmerizing every curve, every scar, every dip,everything. I personally love every scar and dip. Each holds a story. Every burn mark. The burn mark on her right wrist is from us trying to cook spaghetti for my parent anniversary, we got better, well I got better, she can't cook for shit. The one under her left tricep is from working on the truck after her father died. The scar on her foot is from trying to teach Dylan how to shoot a bow and arrow. The dip on the left side of her stomach is from literally jumping in front of a bullet for Lilly, my little sister, during a shooting outside of a supermarket. Or the scar from getting grazed by a knife from some idiot on the street. Every scar holds a story. Every dip, every burn mark. They all hold stories. They all hold a reason to love her. Once you get touched by Kat mentally, you just love her. There's absolutely no way not to.

Kat pulls away from the kiss and starts to kiss down my jaw to my neck, giving me a damn hickey. I'm the one that's supposed to give HER the hickies, not the other way around. Then again, I am talking about Kat. She never plays by the rules, and certainly doesn't listen to a man and his rules if they are not life threatening. Even then it's if'y.

She starts to go down my chest, down my flat, toned stomach, making it to my very attentive member. She kisses the base very softly. Too softly.

"Kat...baby...baby, please..." I moan out as she continues to tourcher me slowly.

"So demanding. Remember I'm right by your baby makers." She looks up to me through her eyelashes. She's driving me crazy and she knows it. With her too light touches and to light kisses. She makes her way up my shaft with her teasing kisses and places a single kiss on it's head and then slips her lips over my head. Her tounge traces the tip and then she slides all the way down me and my eyes roll in the back of my head. I have to keep my hips from bucking into her. I hold her hair back as she makes me forget everything. She then digs her tounge into slit and I moan oh-so loudly. I'm a moaning mess. I'm so close to the edge and every time I'm about to fly over the edge, she does something new to make me wait.

Then she finds out something very interesting. Her gag reflexes are either non-existent or not working correctly, because she stuffs me all the way down her throat. It takes all of my will-power not to cum right then and there. My breathing is so erratic I start to get a little light headed. Then she plays with my tip some more then detaches her mouth from my member and tells me,"Think fast." I don't even have enough time to contemplate what she just said before she shoves me down her throat again and I have no more brain cells to even hold back on cumming. I empty myself in her mouth and my smushed brain can barely register her tounge cleaning my limp dick. I also apparently forgot everything including my name and where I am. Then I remember.

I'm Finnick Odair. I am in a shower with my girlfriend of about sixteen to seventeen hours, Katniss Everdeen. My girlfriend, Katniss Everdeen, has just given me head so well I forgot my name. And she swallowed. SWALLOWED.

What a way to start the morning.

I let go of her hair and lean against the shower wall to keep myself upright. I try to get my breathing back under control and I slide down to the floor of the shower before my knees give out. I look up to see Kat washing her hair free of suds.

"Wow." is all I can get out of my mouth. My brain is not completely de-mushified yet so that is about all I can think of right now. "What a way to start the day." I say after Kat and I get out of the shower.

"So you did like it? You know, I never got to know what I was doing in the dream that started this yet." She states with an emotion I can't place at the moment. I'm still on cloud nine.

I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close to me. "Yes. Why yes I did like that. And in my dream you were being a naughty Kitten. And believe it or not my dream had something similar to this. I was just strapped down to a chair. Couldn't move." I tell her as my lips got closer and closer to her lips, to the point where they're almost touching. Our breath mingling with each others. "You next time, it's you who will not be able to remember your name right?"

"What? Remember my name? What's that supposed to mean?" She asks me.

"Well that little stunt in the shower had me forget my name and where I was for a moment. Speaking of where in the hell did you learn to make make guys forget their names at?"

"No where. Just tried something new. You of all people should know that I have never had time to worry about anything but Dylan, Lilly, you, and me at times. You know my history. A kiss that was stolen by a stranger. A boy-friend once. A few make-out sessions. And that's pretty much it." she tells me with sad eyes and I know what she's thinking about.

"No Kat. Don't Don't think about him. He left to serve us. And she went crazy. You still have Dylan. You still have Lilly. And you still have me. My offer will always stand. You can always come live with Lil and I. Dylan too. You know that. I will always take care of you. You know that."

"I know, and I might take you up on that offer one day, just not today. Now come on, we need to go take a look at the house and see how much of a mess was made last night." She says changing the subject. I just nod and let her. I give her one last kiss on the lips and pick her up bridal style into my bedroom. I set her down on my bed and go to my dresser. I pull out two shirts and two pairs of sweat pants, along with two pairs of boxers. What can I say? I love to see her in MY clothes. I hand her, her half and get dressed myself.

Once dressed I go over to my beautiful girlfriend who is finishing her side braid. She wraps the end of the braid just as I get to stand in front of her. I wrap my arms around her waist as she wraps her around my neck. She starts to play with the short hairs that are on the back of my neck when I say,"You know I could get used to waking up to a beautiful face like yours every morning." She smiles at me.

"And I wouldn't mind waking up wrapped in your arms every morning."

"Really?" I ask hopefully.

"Really." She assures me. I go in for a kiss that leads to a full on make-out session. I lay her on her back and hover over her. We both pull apart from the loss of oxygen, and I start to kiss her neck, staying longer on her pulse point. "Finn...your going... to leave...a mark..." she moans out.

"You left a mark on me." I counter back. "And you are my girlfriend. It's only fair, baby." I tell her as I nip at the ripening hickey on her neck. Once I'm finished she gets up and walks over to the mirror in the bathroom. I walk behind her and snake my arms around her once again, and run my nose up and down her neck opposite of the hickey I gave her. "See. Now we match." I say, showing the hickey she gave me, through the mirror. She rolls her eyes and starts to take out her braid in an attempt to cover up my mark on her.

"Great spot Finn. Not even my hair covers it."

"I know. That was the plan. Your mine-" I say pointing to her hickey "- and I'm yours." I say pointing to my hickey.

"Oh shut up." She says playfully hitting me while laughing. We both walk out the bathroom and make our way out the room. "Locked the door?" She asks me with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, after what happened in the bed, and the show on your way to the bathroom, gave me a few hints that something might happen. Then you left the door wide open so I decided to take a chance and wing it." I tell her with an amused smirk as she blushes. I love her blush. It's just so cute on her. Makes her look innocent. And after this morning, I know she isn't.

We make our way downstairs to see everybody eating a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. "So what the hell happened this morning?" Johanna points a question towards Kat and I as we make our way towards the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

"Nothing eventful. I just hit my head and forgot my name and where I was momentarily." I look out of the corner of my eye and catch Kat blushing furiously that makes a smile want to break out on my face, but I know if that does happen then I will get smacked up side the head.

"Oh really? So that's what all the moaning and groaning was about? It was pretty loud." Jo remarks with a raised eyebrow. I should have known she wouldn't have dropped the subject.

"Yep." I say popping the "p".

"So what were you doing? And why are you in Finnick's clothes?" She points the question to Kat with an amusing smirk as Kat eyes become the size of dinner plates. She looks to me as if asking permission. I think I know what she's asking,' Do we want them to know?'

I just shrug my shoulders. To be honest I want to shout it to the roof tops that Katniss Everdeen is mine and mine only. So Kat takes it as a if you want and counters back,"What? I can't wear my boyfriend's clothes?" Every and all movement is stopped and one person chokes on her food.

"Wait!? So you can date him but I can't!? What the hell is that about!? Keeping him all to yourself!? You selfish little bitch!" Cashmere shouts out at my Kat.

"Hold up! Who said you could yell in MY house!? Who said that I would even contemplate dating a whore like you!? And who in the hell told you that you could yell at Katniss!? Our Katniss!?-"I point to everyone else in the room"- MY Katniss!?-"I point to myself "-I want you out of my house, and I would do it quick because MY Katniss has a knife in her hand, and has deadly accuracy with it. If I see you again I won't hold Katniss back from carving up you little face." I spit coldly at her. Nobody in this this world will yell at Katniss without facing the wrath of either Katniss, me, or any of Kat's friends.

"I'm not leaving."At that Jo gets up and grabs Cash by the hair and drags her out the front door, locks it and goes upstairs, retrieves Cash's duffel bag, rips it open, and dumps all of it's contents out in the front yard. I look back to Kat and see Thresh, Gale and Gloss all struggling to hold her back. I also see a knife sticking out of the counter top. I'm a little surprised considering the counter top is completely made out of metal. I walk over to Kat and try to calm her down. Thresh has her arms. Gale has her legs, and Gloss has her middle. And they are still struggling to hold her back from ripping out Cash's throat. When we think she's calm enough, we let her go limb by limb.

"Guys I'm fine. I'm just going to RIP THE BITCH'S THROAT OUT AND CARVE HER FACE OFF! I'LL KILL HER! LET ME GO! I'LL KILL THE BITCH! I PROMISE I WILL!" Cato then comes over with a rag doused in rubbing alcohol and puts it over Kat's nose and mouth. Once she goes limp I pick her up out of all of the guy's arms and bring her upstairs to lay her down.

I set Kat down and comb my fingers through her hair. She looks so peaceful. I lay a kiss on her forehead and get up to head downstairs. I get to the kitchen and go to my plate still filled with breakfast. "Well... That was interesting." Gloss points out.

"Yeah, ever so slightly."

"You and Kat, huh?" Clove asks me. I nod and she says,"I knew something was up. I knew it. I should have know from the moment you two opened the door naked and half naked in each other's arms."

"Yeah. It happened when we had a heart-to-heart down in the cellar. That was when she told me that her and my best-friend snuck around behind us and dated." I give Marvel a stern look and he bows his head.

"I'm sorry but it was her idea. She didn't want anybody to get hurt. As in if we broke up you would probably break me. She was looking out for me. But I can tell you now, I would never hurt Kat and you know that. For one, I would have to face you. Wich means death by a spear or trident. Second, I would have to face Kat. Which means an arrow in any part visible. And lastly I would have to face all her other friends. Which means an ax from Jo, Knife from Clove, Sword slash from Cato, Em would slip some poison in my food, Prim would kill me emotionally along with Rue, Thresh would kill me with his bare hands, and Peeta, well he would probably either paint me to death, or throw bread at me. You're not very scary. All you do is bake, paint, and talk. I guess you could talk my ears off." We all laugh at how accurate he is.

"Hey Gale's got good aim with a bow too you know." Rory points out.

"Yeah, but no where near as accurate as Kat is. She hits everything in the forest right in the eye. To be honest it scares me." I admit.

We all laugh for a bit before a voice broke through the air. "What's so funny? I want to laugh too." Kitten pouts. I walk over to her and wraps my arms around her waist from behind and rest my chin on her shoulder.

"Are you still in a murder trance?" I ask in complete seriousness.

"Well, I'm on a less dangerous of 'I'm going to kill that bitch, for calling me a bitch, with a bow and arrow' stage. So I guess that's better. I still want to kill her."

"I know, I know. We all do. Now. Let's get food into you." We all chuckle a little. "Hey, did we call that camp yet?" I ask everyone after we finish breakfast.

"No I don't think so. No we didn't. We had the problem with Ms. Jealous that got kicked out of the house. Let's call them now." We all nodded and called the Camp.

After we all call the camp and get on the counselors list Kat speaks up,"God I hope Glimmer and her cronies don't go to this camp. Cashmere either. I don't think I would be able to stand that much bitchy-ness." We all laugh at Kat's creative word-makeing.