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The roof, she always seemed to end up on the roof. The warm breeze blowing through her hair as she paced back and forth. Hands shaking, breath barely controlled and thoughts askew. She’d only wanted a friend, that’s all she and Finnick had been. And while that could’ve developed into something more on its own, now there was no chance. She was suddenly in yet another situation where she had no autonomy, no choice if she wanted to stay alive.
He sat on a lounge chair near the parapet walls, thinking, silently tying and untying the knots from a piece of ratty old rope. She didn’t dare glance at him as her heels bit into her feet from pacing. Every step burning her pinched toes, not that she could spare a thought on the familiar pain. The city shouted from down below, hunger games parties and cheers echoing the streets. That was nothing compared to the silent roar of thoughts on the roof they occupied.
After hours and hours of the same routine, she finally snapped. Ripping the heels from her feet and throwing them at one of the walls. She bit her cheek so as to not scream in frustration. Her perfectly crafted nails almost snapped as she squeezed her fists. He let out a sigh that sounded defeated. “Doing nothing and pacing around isn’t gonna help us.” He finally said, his hands stopping for a moment. “Well what am I supposed to do Finnick? Run away? Kill myself? I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be the first to try and they’d stop me before I could.” She argued, anger and fear bubbling up in her chest.
“You know that’s not what I’m saying.” He sighed, stuffing the rope back into one of his trouser pockets. “Well then what do we do? Tell me what to do.” She practically, finally looking over at him defeatedly. He stood, making his way over to her and offering his hand. She took it, huffing as he squeezed gently. “I really like you y’know.” He said softly, bumping his shoulder into hers.
“I like you too Finn, but that isn’t really gonna ease my concern right now.” She replied, still chewing on the inside of her cheek as she looked down at the concrete under their feet. “Then tell me what’s freaking you out, let's work it out together.” He offered. “What’s freaking me out?” She laughed bitterly, finally meeting his eye. “-is that you’re my friend and I’m gonna have to have sex with you against my will.” She grimaced. “Are you nervous that I’m gonna be bad? Or too rough?” He asked, reaching over to fix a stray hair on her forehead.
“No of course not I just—“ she paused, taking a breath. She didn't want to yell at him. He was being so sweet about everything and he was in the exact same situation as she was. “I’m upset we don’t have a choice. I trust you, you’re my friend but that doesn’t mean I’m at that point yet with you.” She explained, causing him to nod. He took a beat before speaking again. “I feel the same. I mean you’re a gorgeous girl don't get me wrong, but that doesn’t mean we’re at that point together.” He agreed. “But then again peach, we don’t have much of a choice here.” He sighed once again, his hand drifting to cup her cheek.
“So what do you think we should do?” She asked, leaning into his touch as she looked up at him. “Well, we have a couple options.” He began. “We could refuse, but that’ll just result in him killing someone each of us loves. Could be Mags or your sister, neither of us could handle that.” He laid out, she scrunched up her nose slightly at the idea as he continued. “Or we could go with it. Take it into our own hands and make the decision to go all the way together before we’re forced to in front of an audience.”
She blinked at the thought. “Wait, sorry, You’re saying we could– or should… consensually have sex beforehand? Like to get to know each other's boundaries?” She asked in clarification. He nodded and gave her a small shrug, his thumb running over her cheek once. “It’s obviously not ideal but I mean, either we do that and get it over with or it happens and we’re not ready.” He clarified with a saddened smile. “It’s up to you peach, I’m not trying to pressure you into anything you’re uncomfortable with.” He assured, his thumb moving over her cheek soothingly once more.
She thought for a moment, it made sense, although it would probably be incredibly awkward. “I’m not really used to the whole consensual thing. It’s never been my choice before.” She half warned. “It's ok, I’m pretty inexperienced in that department too.” He laughed to himself. “Could we just start with kissing maybe?” She suggested in a slightly embarrassed tone. Starting slow was probably for the best, especially since they were both so new when it came to healthy sex experiences. His face melted just slightly, those signature dimples appearing as he smiled wider. “Yeah honey, we can start with kissing.”
“How about we go back to my place? I think I’ll have an easier time getting you in and past everyone than vice versa.” He suggested, his hand slipping from her cheek and down to her hand again. She gave a simple nod, squeezing his hand back. He led her to the elevators and pressed the button for the district 4 quarters. She chewed the inside of her cheek the entire way down. Was he even attracted to her? How would this work? Oh god, what if she wasn't good at kissing and she didn't know it?
When the elevator opened, the living quarters were surprisingly barren. “Mags probably has the kids practicing their skills for scoring. She likes to take them back down to the skill areas in the gym when she can.” He shrugged as he led her inside. The layout of the rooms was similar to the district 2 quarters. Same dining area and the same open living room. He led her down a hallway to the room that was hers on her own floor. Opening the door it was a simple bedroom. Dark blue silk sheets on the bed, cyan, sea green and gold accents around the room. A dresser with a box and vase of flowers on the top. A black chaise lounge chair near the corner with a blanket and a book sitting on the top.
“Let’s sit,” he said gently, bringing her over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I won’t bite, promise.” He teased, squeezing her hand gently once more. “I know, I know, I’m just kinda nervous, I dunno.” She mumbled, looking down at her lap and their intertwined fingers. “We’re gonna go at your pace. Nothing you don’t want.” He assured further. “And if you wanna stop or feel like something's wrong or too much, you just push me off or tell me ok?” He smiled, turning further towards her.
His hand came up to caress her cheek and jawline once more. His eyes studied her face with the same look he always gave her. Soft, safe, non-threatening. “You just tell me if anything’s too much, ok sweetness?” He murmured softly, leaning closer. She nodded just slightly, her eyes slipping closed. For a second she just sat like that, lashes resting on her cheeks, she could smell his cologne, a certain kind of musk that wasn't overpowering. Seasalt and fresh air, just like the air in district 4. Finally he captured her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. Going slow so as to not startle her. Her chin tilted up slightly as she kissed back clumsily, making him smile against her lips. “Easy sweetheart, take it slow.” He whispered as he pressed another kiss to her lips. His free hand came up to frame her face and cup her jaw.
It happened again, and again, and again. Until she was practically putty in his arms, more relaxed, more used to the sensation of kissing him. Her brain not going one thousand miles an hour but instead speeding at a crawl. His tongue finally swiped her bottom lip, just quickly enough to make her heart jump. Enough to make him smile into the kiss once again. So he did it again, but this time he lingered just slightly. Savoring how her lipstick tasted and how she made the tiniest noise in the back of her throat.
“Relax baby”, he mumbled into her mouth, making her open up just enough to earn him access. Suddenly she wasn’t just kissing him anymore. This was full on making out, and she was enjoying it more than she realized she ever could. One of his hands moved from her face, settling on her waist and pulling her close. Her hands reacted before her brain could process, landing on his chest and lightly balling up his shirt. She made another small sound as he nipped at her bottom lip. He only grinned, continuing his assault on her lips.
“Finn—“ she mumbled into the kiss, unable to even open her eyes as she further melted into the kiss. He pulled away just slightly, “you need to stop?” She shook her head lightly and he pressed a kiss to her lips again. Moving slowly to her cheek and then focusing on her jaw and neckline. “So sweet”, he whispered into her skin as he licked, nipped and kissed her skin. Her brain felt thoughtless in a way she hadn’t experienced before. While usually there was nothing, now there was just him. His hand in hers, his lips on hers, the way his fingers dug into her waist as he kissed her neck.
She felt a small whine slip out once again and he chuckled. Pulling her even closer until she was straddling his lap. Her thighs on either side of his as his hands moved down to hold her in place on her lower back and ass. “My pretty girl”, he murmured as he pulled his head up to press another firm kiss to her lips. She murmured his name in another whiney tone, making him grin once more. “Do you need more from me angel?” He asked, causing her to nod.
Carefully, he rocked his hips up into her once, watching her reaction. The growing sensitivity between her thighs caused her to bite her lip. So he continued, letting out a few quiet grunts as he moved. She in turn, leaned down and pressed a few desperate kisses to his lips. The room felt too hot, too desperate, too stifling. His hands wandered to her back, carefully moving to undo the zipper of her intricate dress.
He pulled away to stare shamelessly as the fabric pooled around her waist. “God damn” he murmured, his fingers gently tracing up the divit of her spine. She was completely bare in front of him, shivering slightly from both his touch and the anticipation. Before she could speak, he dove in like a hungry shark. Once again kissing and nipping at her neck and jawline, one hand moved from her back. Carefully sliding up until he was massaging her breast and causing her breath to hitch. One of her hands moved from his chest to tangle in his hair, tugging just slightly. He grinned against her skin at the feeling.
That lasted for a while too, him teasing her and kissing her as he ground up against her. Until she felt like she might actually explode from the feeling between her thighs. “Can I touch you? Please baby?” He asked breathlessly, making her nod dumbly as he moved to lay her down onto the silk sheets. Hovering over her, he leaned down to press a surprisingly sweet kiss to her lips. His hand however, traveled downwards. Pushing her panties aside to circle that little sweet spot that every client before had ignored. Having someone else touch that spot felt so different, so much more intense. Her body responded to his touch almost instantly, hips following each movement of his fingers, breath hitching as she tried to kiss him back.
He broke the kiss, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “That’s it sweet girl, god you’re so good for me.” He praised, applying a bit more pressure so that her gasps switched to soft moans. “You can do better than that peach.” He teased as she struggled to even keep her eyes open. “Tell me how it feels.” Her brows creased together as her mouth opened to speak before her thoughts caught up. “S’ good— so so good Finn”, she finally breathed.
Muscles in her stomach began tightening as his fingers continued their movements. His hard cock pressing against her thigh through his dress pants. “Have you ever been fingered pretty girl?” He asked, earning a nod of her head. “I’m gonna add a finger ok?” He warned, tugging her panties down her thighs. She whined as he continued and then again as he carefully sunk two fingers to her. Working in and out, curling just slightly as her back arched a bit against his chest. She couldn’t help but grind a bit against his fingers. Tugging him down by his hair for another kiss.
“Doing so well, peach.” He praised, leaning down to press another few kisses to her lips as she demanded them. The pressure building in her lower abdomen. When he pulled away he could see the haze already in her eyes. Suddenly, his hands left her and she opened her eyes in frustration. “Finn—!“ she frowned, obviously frustrated. “I’m not letting you cum until we cum together sweetheart.” He grinned, bringing those two fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. She gasped just slightly and he smiled wider.
He slowly rose up, discarding his shirt in one motion. She bit her lip as she watched, shamelessly letting her eyes rake over his form. He was probably the prettiest thing she'd ever seen. Unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers, He let them fall to the hardwood floor. He shoved his boxers down as well, making her eyes go wide. “S’ not gonna fit.” She murmured, mostly to herself. He let out a boyish laugh, moving to press a sweet kiss to her cheek. “It’ll fit baby.” He assured. He settled between her legs, one arm braced beside her head. “Remember, you tell me if anything’s too much ok? If you say stop, I stop.” He whispered, looking down at her with so much concern in his eyes. Alongside something she couldn’t quite identify.
She nodded, her knees kissing the sides of his torso. So he resumed the same routine, reaching down to play with that little spot that made her go dumb. Kissing her lips, her neck and her collar. Eventually, aligning himself up with her entrance. She gasped out a groan as his tip pushed between her folds, her hands flying to his shoulders. “Shh it’s ok, you’re ok sweetheart.” He soothed, “do you need to stop?” He asked carefully. She shook her head, “no, it’s just a lot, keep going.” He nodded.
They stopped and started as he moved deeper inside her, allowing time to adjust to him. He was so big, and while he gave her plenty of foreplay, it was still a stretch. Finally when their pelvis’s connected, they both let out a breath. His head dropped to her shoulder as she adjusted, taking a moment to breathe. “Tell me you’re ok?” He asked in a strained murmur. “I’m—it’s fine. Just please go slow ok?” She requested softly, earning another nod from him.
He pulled back just slightly, pushing back in just enough to elicit a small sound from her. So he did it again, and again. Slowly and carefully, aiming to not hurt her. He pressed soft sweet kisses to the crook of her neck as he moved. Finally hearing her murmur the word “faster”. So, his hips started to rock back and forth at a faster pace. Her hands began to slowly roam his body, memorizing every inch she could.
Then as he began to go a bit deeper, he hit a spot that she had no idea existed. A sweet spot that felt like anything but pain. A spot that made her brain feel like mush and her body tingle all over. One of her hands tangled in his hair again as she focused on that feeling, beginning to make the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. She pulled him up for another kiss, their kiss swollen lips meeting as they both saw the look of bliss on each other's faces.
Her pussy fluttered around him and he let out a groan against her lips that made butterflies appear in her stomach. He was so pretty, the kind of pretty she had once thought impossible. “Fuck— peach.” He breathed out against her lips. His hand came down between them as he began to move just a bit faster. Circling her clit as he sucked on her lower lip. Breaking away with another groan as her pussy fluttered again.
“Finnick—“ she began, cut off as he nodded “I know pretty girl.”
There was heat and pressure pooling in her stomach and growing more intense by the minute. Before she could even adjust to the feeling it finally all came to a head. The heat rippled up her body, down to the tips of her fingers. Electric sparks jolting her every few seconds. Her moans were desperate, only Finnick’s name over and over. She pushed against him as the feeling enveloped her. The dullness of her acrylic fingernails scratching making white lines appear across his freckled back and shoulders.
Her walls were clenching and pulsing around him, so much that he was abruptly thrown into his own high. His hips stuttered and finally, his cock filled her, spurting out warm ribbons of white that coated her inner walls. He collapsed on top of her, his head once again in the crook of her neck. Panting and shaking as they both came down from their highs. The silk sheets were absolutely ruined but neither of them really cared much.
“You ok?” He asked finally, only getting a lazy nod in return as she laid with her eyes closed, just trying to catch her breath. He smiled tiredly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I need words peach.” He chastised gently, making her smile. “M’ ok” she mumbled tiredly. “Gimme 5 minutes, then we can clean up ok?” He said, nuzzling into her warm skin again. “M’kay, whatever you say.” She smiled back. They laid in silence for a few moments, catching their breath and in her case, trying to regain her mind.
When she opened her eyes again, she just saw his bronze hair and freckled shoulder. He was so… big compared to her. Draped over her like the world’s warmest weighted blanket, his body covered most of hers. Her hand came up to lightly brush over his skin once more, he was so warm too. He flinched just slightly “Your fingers are cold pretty.” He mumbled into the crook of her collarbone. “They’re always cold, you know that.” She whispered back, gently tracing shapes and patterns into his skin.
After a few more moments of quiet, he spoke up again. “I wonder if you’d be allowed to come see me back in 4 now.” He thought aloud. “I kinda doubt it, I mean communication between districts is so limited. It doesn't make sense for Snow to allow something like that.” She replied, looking up at the ceiling of his room. “Yeah but you're supposed to be my girlfriend or whatever now right? Well I mean when the press comes out and all.” He said as he pulled himself up just enough to look at her. “We are but that doesn't mean we’ll get any special treatment.” She said, raising a brow as he smiled down at her. “Oh please Peach,” He grinned “Special treatment might as well be my middle name.”