"Things are going to be different in Four now," he said, rousing her from the comfortable space between sleep and awareness.

"Good different or bad different?" At his silence, she rolled over to face him. Even in the near-perfect darkness of their compartment, she could see the worry in his eyes. "Finnick? How are things going to be different?"

"I don't know."

Annie stroked his cheek, and he moved to kiss her hand. "What's wrong, love?"

He swallowed. "I told them." She couldn't breathe. He'd allowed the world to think the worst of him for so long, but now they knew that sometimes the truth was even more terrible than the lie. Annie couldn't stop her mind from sprinting away from her, from running to all the ways their lives could change because of this. "Hey, it'll be all right," Finnick said, pulling her back.

She took a deep, gasping breath and nodded. "Who knows?"

"Everyone. Beetee broadcasted it to the entire country."

"Oh." Of course. If Four knew, everyone else would have to as well. Annie forced herself away from her own worries. This wasn't about her; Finnick needed her right now. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"Worried. I'm afraid that…" Annie held him tightly, waiting for him to continue. He whispered against her hair, "I don't know what they'll think. I'm not sure I want to know."

"It'll be all right. What do people think here?" She felt his shrug. "I suppose we'll learn, won't we? Let's just wait it out."

"Brilliant solution, Ms. Cresta."

"I pride myself on it, Mr. Odair." Annie kissed his jawline. "We should really try to get some sleep, you know."

"I suppose."

"Try not to worry about it," she added.

"Yes, ma'am." His grin was pure mischief, but still, he closed his eyes, and, eventually, the tension in his muscles disappeared and his breaths came in an even rhythm. Long after Finnick had succumbed to sleep, Annie lay awake, worrying what tomorrow held in store for the man she loved.

…

"Ready?" She squeezed his hand, ignoring the worry that had knotted itself in her own stomach.

Finnick nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be, anyway."

Together, they walked hand in hand to the cafeteria. The instant they stepped inside, usual roar of the crowded room lessened. A few tables continued their conversations, but many had quieted to watch the newcomers.

Annie felt her heart race, and Finnick's grip tightened. She couldn't do this, not with all these eyes on her. Finnick's hand trembled against hers, and she knew that she had to do something. Annie surprised even herself when she hoisted herself onto her tiptoes and pulled Finnick down by his collar, pressing a long, passionate kiss to his lips. He melted against her, moving his lips against hers, pressing her flush against his chest. When they finally separated, Finnick smiled down at her. "To what do I owe that pleasure?" he laughed.

Annie shrugged and nodded towards the room, only a few of whom still watched the couple. "I thought they could use something more interesting to talk about."

Later, she remembered that day not as the one where they kissed in the cafeteria, but as the one that she learned that Finnick Odair could giggle like a schoolgirl.

.oOo.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I'd love to know what you think of these oneshots so far. Do you like the characterization of Finnick and Annie? Do you feel that there is a good balance of humor, angst, and romance in these? Please, let me know. I want to continue to improve, and feedback is what allows me to do that.