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This chapter has a bit of a more mature scene. It's not MATURE, but it is a little mature. Nothing graphic. This fic won't be rated M, because I really think sex is disgusting, so I won't ever include any sex scenes, but just a fair warning for all y'all. You can skip it if you want, it's really just fluff

OH OH OH OH OH! I EDITED A FEW OF THE PAST CHAPTERS! ESPECIALLY CHAPTER 1! I CHANGED THE TRIBUTES, BECAUSE I REALIZED THAT I MADE A HUGE MISTAKE! PLEASE GO BACK AND READ IT! I'VE EDITED UP TO CHAPTER 5

This one's another shorty, but let's be honest, it's really a great stopping point.

That's all! Have a great day and enjoy :)

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After the District 4 banquet, we loaded back onto the train, for the overnight ride to District 3. After about fifteen minutes of waiting for the train to start moving, Effie called an attendant over to her. "Excuse me," she said politely. "Could you tell me what the delay is? We need to reach District 3 by tomorrow morning. We have a very tight schedule to uphold, you see."

"I apologise for the inconvenience," the man said, and I was surprised to see that he wasn't an avox. "We are still waiting on one more passenger."

Effie glanced around the car. "Our entire party is present."

"He's not in our party," I said, knowing full well who the man meant. "We're waiting on-"

"Me!" Speak of the devil. Finnick stepped into the train car and set his bag on the ground. "Sorry about that. I didn't realize I would be travelling with you until about twenty minutes ago."

Effie frowned at him. At first I thought she would lecture him about his tardiness and how we had a tight schedule, but instead she lectured him on something else entirely. "I can't believe you have the nerve to ride the same train as Katniss," she said, her voice full of venom. I stared at her, shocked. "I know all about how you broke her heart. I listened to her song at least thirty times, possibly more, and I've watched the music video and read all the articles on it. Not only that, but I had to watch her cry for all three days that we were on the train back from the Capitol. So you better stay far away from her, Mr. Odair, or you'll be sorry."

I cleared my throat uncomfortably. "Manners, Effie," I said when I finally found my voice. Haymitch guffawed loudly, tipping backwards on his chair.

Effie looked at me sadly. "I'm sorry, Katniss. I didn't mean to make a scene, but I just don't want him to hurt you. I can't tell you how sorry I felt that you had to sit next to him for dinner, too."

I smiled. "It's alright, Effie. We've made up. We're friends."

Effie stared at us as Finnick set his bag down to wrap one of his arms around me in a side hug that looked friendly and in no way could be interpreted as romantic. Or so I thought.

"Be careful, Katniss. I wouldn't trust him like that so soon after that incident."

"We aren't together," Finnick answered for me, putting on his best innocent, confused face, gesturing between us.

"Just be careful is all I'm saying."

"Thank you, Effie. Your concern means a lot," I answered sincerely. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to sleep."

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By the time I got changed into a large t-shirt and a pair of shorts and removed my make-up and took my hair down, Finnick was waiting for me.

"Hi," I said. He was standing awkwardly by the door, as if he wasn't actually sure if he was welcome or not. "You can come in," I said. He smiled a bit and sat down on my bed next to me.

I felt myself shiver a bit from the cool air and laid down under the blankets, turning out the light. Finnick followed my lead. It was clear that he was completely unsure of our relationship, so to show him that we could be just as close as we were before, I scooched closer to him, so I could feel his body heat.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in the darkness, his breath tickling my hair.

"For what?" I asked.

"Leaving you," he answered. His fingers intertwined with mine under the heavy blanket.

"That's-" I started to say 'that's okay,' but stopped myself. It wasn't okay. "Not your fault," I said instead. "It was Snow. I know you were just trying to protect our families. And, yes, you hurt me, but ultimately you made the right choice."

"I shouldn't have left Haymitch to do the explaining. I should have just done that myself."

"I'm sorry for writing that song. That was pretty terrible," I said, refusing to let him blame himself any longer.

"You were hurt and angry. Plus, it was an amazing song," he said.

"It started out as a love song, you know that? I was writing about my crush on you, and I even wrote a few lines the morning of the Games after you kissed me."

"I would have liked to hear that."

"I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be. I don't care what I said earlier." Finnick told me, wiping away a tear. I hadn't realized I was crying.

"But I am." I slid closer to him.

"I love you, Katniss," He said to me again, no matter how many times I tried to dissuade him from using such strong words with me.

"I know," I responded. Before I could convince myself to stop, I kissed him gently on the lips, fully planning on pulling away quickly, but Finnick was too fast. He held me against him, and I was grateful that he ruined my plan. My hand curled around to his neck and his arms went around my waist, keeping me close to him.

We pulled away at the same time, and he sat up. I followed him this time, and he kissed me again before I could speak. This one wasn't nearly as pure as the past kisses we shared. Finnick kept pulling me closer and closer, until I eventually just pulled myself into his lap. I felt him smile at that.

His hand began to drift under my shirt and up my bare back. I briefly wondered if this was how he treated the Capitol girls, but I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind. My hands began to move downwards, where they settled on his stomach, feeling his hard abs.

He pulled away from the kiss briefly. "Can I-"

"Can I?" I interrupted. He smiled and removed his shirt as I pulled my own off. Finnick, once again, attempted to pull me closer as his lips reconnected with mine. My hands roamed around his now naked torso.

I had no intention of going any further than that, but my hands began to drift lower unintentionally. Finnick made an odd sound in the back of his throat, but I thought nothing of it. Two of my fingers landed on top of his waistband by his hip, and the tip of my middle finger accidentally dipped under it just a bit. Finnick sharply pulled away from the kiss, turning his head to the left, his hand covering mine.

"Finnick?" I asked. "Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

I pushed myself off of him and turned the light on.

"No," he said, his eyes flicking around the room. "No, I'm sorry. You're- you're okay."

That was it. Of course that was it. I should have been more sensitive. I should have known that any wrong move would send him back into the apartment of a client. One that had beaten him or violently raped him, or even just touched him in a way that he didn't like.

I handed him his shirt, which he pulled on quickly. Finnick had never been uncomfortable with nakedness, but covering up a bit still seemed to comfort him. I put my own back on.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I should have paid better attention," I told him. He was still shaking hard, so I pulled the blanket back over us.

"It's so pathetic," He said as he relaxed a bit. "I can't even stand having an intimate moment with someone."

"It's not pathetic," I told him as I turned the light back off and settled down next to him in the darkness. "Finnick, you've taken on so much so that I don't have to. No matter how much I've asked you not to, you've done it anyway. You are so brave, and you have the biggest heart of anyone I know."

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see that his were closed. I briefly wondered if he was asleep, until he spoke up. "I'm not sure how much longer I can take it."

My hand found his cheek, where it rested. I stroked his cheekbone with my thumb unconsciously. "Just hold on, Finnick. Please, just hold on a little longer."

"Do you know how hard this is for me? People just… buy me. For their own entertainment, like I'm not a person. They never even cared if I had a girlfriend or… they never cared. Then you released that song and all of the sudden they cared?" Finnick opened his eyes and wrapped one arm around me.

"I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be. It's not your fault. People actually spat on me in the streets. They hate me in the Capitol. And you know what? It's kind of a relief. I got a few weeks off, and yeah, I was worried about you and what Snow would do the whole time, but it gave my body a rest."

"How many appointments did you have while you were there?"

Finnick exhaled, pulling me closer once again. "I don't really want to talk about that. It makes me feel…" He trailed off. "I don't know. Dirty and weak."

"I understand." I told him. My hand drifted to the back of his head to play with the soft curls there.

"I'm so happy you're here with me," he said suddenly. I tried to fight the smile that was growing on my face. He kissed me one more time, then rolled over onto his back.

"Goodnight, Katniss."

I laid my head on his chest. "Goodnight, Finnick."