A/N: A hard M for Odesta smut.

.oOo.

His hand rests on her waist, over the sliver of pale skin between her shorts and shirt. Their lips move together – not in perfect unison, no, that will only come with time and practice that they haven't had yet.

Finnick smiles against her mouth, and his hand sneaks up into her shirt. She twitches. "Ticklish, huh?" he teases, and the smack he receives in return gives him his answer. He decides he'll find every spot that makes her squirm.

First, he pinches just above her right hip. Annie's knee hits him in the stomach, and the breath is knocked out of him. Mostly, though, he's just grateful she didn't aim any lower.

"You deserved that," she says. Perhaps Annie knows him too well, because before he can say anything, she's answering his question. "No, that wasn't on purpose, but you still got what was coming to you." She kisses his lips. "Off with the shirt, Odair."

He happily complies, promising himself that he'll continue his inspection later on. They do have forever, after all. He doesn't think to be worried that she might not like what she sees until after the garment has been tossed across the room. Finnick wants to cross his arms over his chest, but when he turns back towards her, any insecurities are forgotten. She's lost her clothes as well, and she does nothing to hide herself from him. As he watches, she pushes her dark hair behind her shoulders, fully exposing her chest. It's all he can do to keep his jaw from dropping.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" she asks teasingly.

Finnick's throat goes dry, but he shakes his head. "No, it takes a lot more than that to scare me."

"I don't know – I'm pretty scary." He smiles in agreement, and she pushes him onto his back and climbs on top of him. Her moan as their chests touch is swallowed by his lips. Annie's hands roam across his skin, pinching and tweaking, rubbing and soothing. He basks in her touch, enjoying her closeness. His eyes begin to drift shut from the sensations, but they fly open again when he hears her speak. "Damn it, do you not have any ticklish spots?"

"Is that why you wanted to get me into bed? So you could find my ticklish spots?"

Her green eyes light up. "So, you do have some, then."

"I never said that!" He smiles up at her. "And even if I did have any, I'd never let you find them. That's classified information."

"You wouldn't be able to stop me." She pulls him up for another kiss and begins to undo the fastenings on his pants. Dirty tactics indeed, but Finnick is soon too far gone to say anything. She kisses her way up and down his legs and traces the muscles of his arms with her fingers. Her lips toy with his pulse point as he begs with ragged breath for more. Annie has never been so bold before, and he loves it. Soon, he's bucking up against her, her name the only thing he can gasp out between moans. "Tell me what you want," she demands.

He answers with a groan, and Annie kisses his jawline. "Come on, tell me. I can't make you feel better if I don't know what it is that you want."

"You're evil."

She winks. "And you love it."

Finnick couldn't argue with that. He struggles to control his breathing, Annie making it all the more difficult by occasionally pinching his nipple or planting a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his lips. Finally, he finds the words he needs. "Annie, please, let me be inside you."

"We are using our best manners today, aren't we?" She maneuvers herself to hover just above his erection. Her face turns serious as the very tip of him brushed against her thigh. "I love you," she says, gazing into his eyes.

"I love you too." She guides him inside of her, and his hands go to her waist as together, they move her down to accept all of him. Finnick's hips jerk upwards, and Annie throws her head back as she moans. Their movements are uncontrolled, uncoordinated, but they love it. He watches as the muscles of her thighs quiver, straining to keep her upright. Her breasts dance in time with his thrusts, and soon he can feel her tightening around him. When he looks up to her face, sees the pleasure unfolding there, it's all too much.

Before Finnick's entirely aware what's happening, he's joining Annie in completion. For an instant, it's as though any barrier between them has melted away, leaving only the essence of what makes Finnick to meld with the essential element of Annie, and as his eyes meet hers, they understand each other completely.

But all too soon, that moment is over. He slips out of her as she moves to cuddle against his side. Finnick kisses her hair, now damp with sweat, and murmurs a soft I love you against the dark curls. "I love you too," she whispers back. Then, she pulls away just far enough to meet his eyes. "But I also hate you, Odair."

"And why might that be?" He manages to keep his voice even, but inside he's panicking. What did he do wrong? Did he pressure her to do something she didn't want?

She kisses his cheek. "No, nothing like that. I was just certain that I'd find your ticklish spots."

"Well, maybe not everyone has an Achilles' heel." Oh no. Finnick hopes she won't notice his rather unfortunate choice of words.

But he wouldn't have fallen in love with her if she wasn't smart. "Of course not," she agrees, sitting up and trailing her fingers down his legs. "Naturally, the glorious Finnick Odair doesn't have any weaknesses. Why would anyone think that?" Her hand hovers over the spot where his foot meets his ankle, and with a single pinch, all her suspicions are proven true.

For the second time that evening, Annie Cresta turns Finnick Odair into a writhing mess.

.oOo.

A/N: For Estoma in the C/P snowball fight.