Chapter Two

The day passed on and was rather drab, besides the event with Mr. Odair and for some reason I was curious about him.

Katniss, he's a tool. You probably won't see him ever again.

But the way he left me, leaving the "until next time, Everdeen," hanging in the air left me wanting more- wondering more.

I was starving for more information about him.

Madge Undersee, my long time best friend, was now sitting in my room pleading for me to go with this party with her.
Parties aren't my thing, crowds of people aren't my thing- bottom line, intimacy isn't my thing.

"Kaaaaat, it'll be fun. You could meet cute boys, you know... not be so antisocial," she pleaded.

"Madge, I'm sorry but people aren't my cup of tea... especially drunk and sweaty ones."

You'd like a drunk, sweaty Finnick. Snap out of it, Katniss.

She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip and shook my shoulder.

"Please, please, please Kaaaat. I'll do anything," she begged, shifting onto her knees and clasping her hands together.

I laughed and gave into her beseeching. Of course giving into the thought of Finnick dancing, shirtless and coming up to me- sweeping me off her feet.

What are you? Fourteen?

Madge squealed, halting my inner battle with my conscience and dragged me to her closet.

She was shoving endless heaps of clothes into my arms to try on and I couldn't help but feeling overwhelmed with all the clothing being handed my way.

I picked up one of the dresses she threw at me. It was black with an incredibly low cut neckline and short hem.

"Madge, this is a poor excuse for a dress." I rolled my eyes at her, with the scrap of fabric fisted in my hand.

"A girl does what she's gotta do," she said with a cheeky smile.

I chewed the inside of my cheek, imagining what would happen if my long time friend Gale would think about it. Even though Gale has the hots for Madge, sometimes I feel like he wishes I would fall for him- but falling for Gale would be like falling for my brother.

Yeah, instead you fall for tools like Finnick Odair.

Madge insisted on the black "dress." I looked at myself in the mirror and did not see myself at all. I felt like if anyone came to talk to me, they'd be asking how much I charged. My hair was down, resting against my shoulders in soft waves- which I didn't mind but it still seemed... scandalous. My grey orbs were smoldering and my face had an unfamiliar glow.

"Ready?"

I sighed. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Oh, Katniss. Don't be such a Negative Nancy.

We arrived to colorful lights, throngs of people, and I could feel the beat of the music in my chest, through my toes and echoing out into the densely packed house. I hadn't had a sip of alcohol and I already felt hazy. I did the usual thing I did at parties, shoo myself to a couch or a corner to observe the sweaty, flailing inhabitants of the gathering.

To my advantage, I found a couch to plant myself for the night- waiting for Madge to be satisfied so I could be her sober cab for the night. I dragged my fingers across the fabric of the couch, staring at the stitching and longing for a book to stare at instead.

Yeah, or Finnick.

I stretched out across the couch thinking maybe I'd be able to find sleep, but instead we met in the middle. For the next hour, I sat in silence... letting my eye wander the unfamiliar faces, all of them coated in a sheen layer of sweat. All of them with a lazy grin, or laughing so hard they couldn't draw in breath and for some reason I felt a pang of envy towards them. Even though under the influence, they were so loose and blissful and I wish I could do that. Sober or not. To be able to move with such ease, to be able to live with such ease.

I felt the weight of someone's arm drape across my shoulders.

"Everdeen."

I looked over to see a smiling, droopy lidded Finnick Odair.

"You're drunk."

"Very, and you're still as tempting as ever, Kat," he purred into my ear, scooting uncomfortably close.

I pushed his face away, scoffing.

"There's plenty of other girls to bother here."

"Oh, but I want to bother you, Kitty Kat."

"You're about to get the claws, Odair."

"I daaaare you to," he said, laughing at his own joke. I'm dealing with a five year old.

I rolled my eyes and turned around to ignore him.

"Kaaaaaatniss," he whispered across the nape of my neck and I couldn't help but feel shivers down my spine.

I didn't reply. I couldn't reply. I'm sure I looked like a deer in headlights.

"Cat got your tongue, hm?" I could feel him nuzzling my hair. I could feel his hands slide down my arms to grasp my fingers, but what I couldn't do is stop him. I couldn't deny myself the pleasure of his company, but at the same time I couldn't put myself in jeopardy of being hurt again. I didn't know what I was feeling for Finnick Odair, but it was definitely a double edged sword.

I gave in.

I leaned back into him, basking in his scent and overall presence. If I knew what the ocean smelled like, I'm sure it would smell like him- happy, relaxing, an ethereal. Is that what Finnick was? An ethereal?

I could feel my breath hitch as his whispered against my skin, making every hair on my body stand at attention. I closed my eyes, pushing myself farther back into his touch. I had a deep, almost inconsolable craving for it, for him. I let his lips ghost against my jaw as he whispered sweet nothings across my neck, sparking warmth in my chest. I sighed in pleasure, enjoying the rapture that was Finnick Odair. His fingers, like graceful vines, curled into my hands as he brought them to his lips, brushing my knuckles across the smooth skin. My steel orbs met his salty, sea green ones and time stopped.

Even though he might not remember this night, I didn't care. I didn't give a damn about anything in the world but him at that very moment. My eyes flitted to his lips as we leaned in, and in what seemed like decades, I felt his plump lips lightly pressed against mine. It was light at first, as if we were testing the waters like a small child learning how to swim. Suddenly I was drowned with everything Finnick and I didn't want to be saved. My conscience screaming at me to pull away but it felt so right to be surrounded by him, and for the rest of the night... I was.

I woke up wrapped around an unfamiliar body. I looked up and was greeted by Finnick's eyes. God, I hope he remembers.

Author's note: I'm sorry it took so long to update! I've been working on this chapter for about the whole week and I think I'm pleased with it. Although, I feel like I'm kinda rushing everything, but I have a good feeling things will work out. Thank you so much for all the reviews and follows! I hope you guys like this chapter because I liked writing it. Also, should I make my chapters longer? R&R. Again, love you guys so much. I'm absolutely stoked! ASLKDFJAF.