Annie's here, and she's safe. Nothing else matters. Finnick clings to her, kissing her forehead again and again. He still can't believe it. He was certain that they'd never see each other again, that the rescue mission would fail and Snow would execute any remaining prisoners in retribution, but here she is.
She reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss his jawline, and Finnick leans down so she can reach his lips. "You're all right?" she asks.
For the first time in what seems like years, he smiles. "I feel like I should be the one asking you that."
"I've never been better."
"Yeah, me either." Her skin feels cool beneath his hands, and, finally, he realizes she's dressed only in a sheet. "Nice outfit you've got there." Something crosses her face, and though she hides her emotions well, Finnick knows her well enough to understand that something is very, very wrong. "You're sure you're all right?"
"We'll talk about it later." She smiles, and it's enough to make even the dull chambers of District Thirteen shine. "I'm just so happy to be back." Annie pulls him down by the collar for another kiss. When they separate again, she sheepishly glances around the hallway they still haven't left. "Well, not back, exactly, but with you again."
He laughs. "I understood what you meant."
"Now I know I've been gone a long time. You're usually merciless with your teasing."
"Me, merciless? Never."
"Always." Before he can argue, she's kissing him again. His arms wrap around her waist, any rebuttal forgotten.
They're together, and they're safe. For now, nothing else matters.
.oOo.
A/N: Thanks for reading! This was prompted by an anonymous reader on Tumblr who asked for Finnick and Annie after being reunited in Thirteen. I welcome any feedback on my writing!