Calm as the Ocean <Finnick Odair>

I Can Hear You

(Alyssa's POV)

I feel the steaming water sear into my back, relieving my tense muscles and washing every negative aspect of my day down the drain. President Snow disappears and so does my job tonight, but there's one thing that remains. His words. They haunt me and echo in my ears like a gong.

Words like: 'Every since you won your Games I've noticed something special in you,' and 'if Panem comes crashing down in flames, I'm letting you burn with it.' I have no clue what he's talking about. I've done nothing. I haven't rebelled, I haven't set him off, I missed a client. Big deal. And so what if I have followers, I'm a Victor for crying out loud, even Cashmere has fans. People respect their Victors, Snow needs to understand that. It's not my fault that people follow me, and even if I don't want anyone to look up to me, they'll still do it.

I rinse my soapy body and step out of the shower, wrapping my blue towel around me tightly. I use another towel, probably Finnick's since I can't find mine, to dry my hair and begin to apply some makup. I'm not the best at cosmetics, but I'll try. First, I rub foundation on my face, finishing it with concealer. I've never really liked skin products, they make me feel trapped but I'll do it anyways because it's part of my job. After that, I brush on some super dark brown eyeshadow and highlight it. Not too hard but here comes the eyeliner. This should be good.

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After many smears, bumpy lines, and uneven marks, my eyeliner is decent and so is my mascara. Finally, my stupid makeup is done and I can do hair, something that comes somewhat easy to me. I separate my thick, dark locks into sections and curl it with the hot iron. It burns the back of my neck but I embrace it, for the heat feels good. I coil the sections one by one, moving quickly because it's already four o'clock. My client should arrive around 8:30.

After my hair is curled, I step out of the bathroom in only a towel, looking at the floor. I walk slowly to my room taking my time, but gasp loudly and let out a squeal when I run into something solid. I separate myself from this unknown object and slowly trail my eyes up. They pass a white towel, a nice V, defined abs, a strong chest, and finally meet a pair of sea green eyes. I immediately blush as I see a smirk played out on his lips.

"Like what you see?" He asks in a husky voice that honestly turns me on. Should I be honest?

I don't answer, I only look to the floor. This is too embarrassing for me, so instead of standing there locked up, I pass him slowly and walk to my room, turning around sneakily to catch a glimpse of his very muscular back. But something surprises me, something I've never seen before. On his lower back is a faint scar and I know he was never injured in the back during his Games. It's a straight, dark pink scar that looks somewhat new, at least, new to me. I've never noticed it.

Finnick starts to turn around, obviously noticing my eyes on him, so I tear my line of sight away from him and turn away.

"Put a shirt on." I say, before closing the door to my room.

"Oh please, you know you love it." He snickers, his voice fading as he walks down the hall.

I roll my eyes with a grin, knowing he's completely right, and look through my drawer for lingerie to wear tonight. I pick through various colors and styles, having plenty of them, and finally decide on one. A red, jeweled bra with a thong to match. Not the most comfortable, but I'm under order, I can't control it.

I lay the undergarments on top of my bed and exit my room, entering Finnick's. I close the door, drop my towel and look through his dresser for a big shirt. I already have plain undergarments on, so I just need a big shirt to complete the look. I find a soft, black shirt and slip it on, watching it falls to the middle of my thighs.