Finnick~One Night Part 2

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well i really liked the last chapter and thankfully you guys did too! so here is the second part to the story:)

Your POV.

"Give me your shirt." I instruct.

"What?" Finnick questions.

"Give me your shirt." I repeat.

Finnick unbuttons his shirt and hands it to me. I slip it on and pull down my shorts. and kick them off.

"Hide." I tell Finnick.

I bend over and flip my hair a few times making it look messy and adding volumes to it. Finnick just stands there looking amused.

The knocking at the door starts up again only louder this time.

"Just a sec." I call back.

I look over my shoulder as I walk over to door. I see Finnick is still shaking his head and laughing. I glare at him and he goes into the kitchen where he can't be seen. I swing the door open to see two peacekeepers standing there at attention.

"Uh, can I help you. I was kinda busy." I act.

The peacekeepers look down to see the state I'm in and clear their throats awkwardly.

"I'm sorry to bother you but is Mr. Odair here?" One of them ask.

"Yeah, uh, Finn can you come here?" I yell behind me.

It takes Finnick a second to get to the door. I open the door wider so we can both stand in the doorway. It looks like Finnick has messed up his hair now too. I rest my arm on his bare shoulder acting more comfortable than I actually am. His shoulder is like fire it's so warm against me.

"Can I help you?" Finnick asks.

"Uh, never mind. Thank you both. Enjoy the rest of your evening." Both Peacekeepers turn and leave.

I shut the door and lean against it. Finnick does the same. We both let our heads hit the door with a loud thud.

"That was kind of close." I comment.

"Yeah." Finnick lets out a breath I didn't know he was holding.

"Why would they even check in? It seems weird that they would come to my place and check." I step away from the door and rest my hand on the back of my neck.

Finnick takes a step closer to me. He pulls at my arm and take both of my hands in his.

"Can I tell you something?" He asks.

"Anything." I smile.

He smiles for a second at my response but it quickly drops when he resumes talking.

"Well, I didn't always have a good track record for these things at the beginning. I just wouldn't show up, or I would sneak away early." He looks down and subconsciously runs his thumb over the back of my hand. "Snow had my family killed after too many missed clients. Now I have to be checked in on every now and then."

"I'm so sorry Finnick." I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to hug me. We stay in this position a while. Eventually, Finnick wraps his arms around my waist. His hands hang low on my back. I rub my hand up and down trying to be as comforting as possible. As if having to do what he does isn't hard enough, he doesn't even have a family anymore.

"Thank you for tonight, (Y/n)." Finnick says, his voice is muffled by my hair but I don't think that either of us mind.

I pull away slightly so I can see Finnick's face. His arms still around my waist and my hands rest at the base of his neck.

"You already thanked me, Finn. I'm happy to do it."

Finnick doesn't say anything back to me. His gaze drops from my eyes to my lips. My heart beat picks up when I think of how close we are and our lack of clothing.

"You look beautiful." He looks back up to my eyes then pushes my hair behind my ear.

I smile and part my lips which draws Finnick's attention to them again. He looks between the two as if he were debating something. I nod my head very slightly. Finnick takes it as encouragement and closes the distance between our lips.

I immediately bury my hands in his hair. His hands are on my check. He kisses me as if our lives depend on it. So much passion is filled in the kiss. He backs us up until we hit the kitchen cabinets. Finnick doesn't give me any warning as he picks up up and drops me on the counter. Our lips never separating until he makes his way down my jaw. We both are breathing heavy. His hands rest on the bottoms of my bare thighs. We don't stop until I place a hand on his chest to slow him down.

Immediately, Finnick stops and rests his forehead against mine.

"We should probably slow down." I say quietly.

"You're right." He agrees.

We stay in this position until both of our breathing returns to normal. I hop off the counter and Finnick follows me back into the living room.

"If you want us to slow down, you're going to have to change." Finnick eyes the length of me, "You're killing me, (Y/n)."

I can't help but grin. Finnick sits down on the couch and covers his face with his hands.

"I don't know. I kind of like seeing the infamous Finnick Odair weak in the knees at seeing me in his shirt." I smirk.

"You're playing with fire." He grins.

"What if I don't care that I'm burned." I saunter over to him with as much grace as I can muster. I sit down on Finnick's lap straddling his legs.

"You're the one who stopped us back there, which is totally okay. But, with this game you're playing." Finnick traces the edge of my face with his finger.

"Maybe I changed my mind." I smirk yet again, "We've been playing games all night. Why don't we play one more."

Game on.

comment and vote if you like part two! i had so much fun writing this! it honestly makes me want to write another Finnick book and make this the plot or origin.

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