Won and Sold (Finnick Odair Love Story)

Chapter One

As I left my latest...lover, I left something with them. I always do that. So they remember me, and what they did to me. After winning the 69th hunger games at thirteen, I was sold out to prostitution by President Snow. Of course they had to wait unitl I was at least fifteen. It is treacherous. Bruises already forming on my wrists, I don't even want to see my waist. As I leave their house I see a head of bronze hair. I put my head down as I walked, hoping they didn't recognize me. Sadly they must not have seen me and they walked right into me, sending me to the ground. I heard them gasp "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you"
I got up and dusted off my dress, mumbling "Its not your fault." The person suddenly grabbed my shoulder "Are you... Bohemian Royal?"
I looked up, "Are you Finnick Odair?"
He nodded "Yes"
"Then you know my answer" I tried to walk away but he stopped me "Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be back in district 5?"
"I could ask you the same thing Mr. Odair"
"But why are you here?" He asked
"Probably the same reason you are." I said without emotion.
His eyes saddened "I'm sorry, I really am"
I nodded "I sorry too, Finnick"
He squeezed me into a hug, I hissed in pain. He let go quickly "You let them get rough with you?"
I stayed silent and gulped "I don't control my... lovers. They control themselves"
He frowned "But you're so small, they could break you. You don't even weigh 100 pounds do you?"
I shook my head, blushing "No."
"Even at eighteen, you are only, what, 4'10 and 85 pounds"
I nodded "Sounds about right, except it's 95 pounds." I said before I added "Do you stalk me?" I said in a playful tone.
His laugh, a deep and throaty laugh, echoed in the apartment halls "Maybe I do, maybe I don't"
We shared a laugh for a minute or so. "What apartment did you just come from?" Finnick asked, changing the subject of the conversation.
I turned around and looked at the door "37B"
His chin rested on my head, his arms wrapping around like an involuntary move, "Well they must be sexually frustrated for victors because that is where I am going. But Bo, I'm gonna call you that, next time try to not let them be so rough with you. "
I nodded when he started walking towards the door, but he turned around and planted a kiss on my forehead "And next time, make them pay you in secrets. Not in money"
I nodded again while he strutted away.
I turned back, ignoring the soreness, and walked back to my quarters in the Capitol. I move around a lot, I like staying at my house but being a doll for the Capitol is hard. Snow makes me move a ton. I don't think I can stress the word ton enough.
He moves me house to house, district to district, currently I'm in the Capitol. I'm staying here until the reaping.
Ugh
I dropped my shoes by the door, searching for the key card. "Fuck" I don't have it. I pounded on the door, the pain in my legs increasing.
No answer.
I pounded on the door again. Still no answer. I don't want to go back to that apartment and interupt the...events going on.
I picked up one of my shoes, black ankle booties, and slammed it into the door. Ugh. What are avoxs, stylist, and other people useful for if they can't even open doors.
I groaned and sat down outside the door, mumbling "I guess I will have to wait for someone to find me. "
I slid my legs under my butt, the dress-which is very red might I add- spreading out on the carpeted flooring in the hallway. Sighing, I leaned back onto the wall. Well this will give me time to think about life.
I sat there for about an hour, shivering and biting my lip.
I stood up, grabbing one of my shoes and pounding it into the door, yelling out my stylists name "Sirbia!"
I slammed the shoes into the door once more, the heel got stuck. I stared at it before starting to laugh, I laughed for about a half hour before slowly calming down. I tried to take the shoe from the door, but I couldn't. I started laughing again.
I say back down, I don't know how long I sat there but I was dozing off when I heard "Bohemian?"
My eyes opened quickly, and my head snapped up "Yes?"
It was Finnick, standing there in all his glory with his bronze hair slightly tousled "What are you doing?"
I shrugged "Waiting for my stylist, or an avox to notice that I'm not where I'm supposed to be... which is in the room." I motioned towards the door "I left my keycard in 37B"
He thought for a second "That means your in the same apartment as I am... doesn't it?"
I shrug, "I guess."
He looked at the shoe that was stuck in the door and raised his eyebrows "You pounded that hard"
I blushed "Maybe..."
He smiled, his white teeth an amazing contrast to his tan skin, his dimples popping out, his sea-green eyes sparkling.
Fuck. He is gorgeous.
HE pulled a card out of his pocket and slid it in the lock, the door clicked and I opened it. Finnick motioned ahead of him "Ladies first"
I smiled and picked up the shoe that wasn't stuck in a door before walking in.

Finnick Odair

I don't know if she knows it, but she is insanely beautiful. Her pale skin, light freckles on her cheeks, her prominent dimples, her big bright blue eyes that I can't even begin to explain how gorgeous they are, her small stature, her curves, her muscles, her...everything. I can't even think straight when I'm near her. But she is five years younger than me. Winning the games at thirteen, by using hand to hand combat. The way she showed herself in the arena was absolutely amazing. She had an odd arena, part of it was a jungle, part was a dessert, part was a tundra, part was a volcanic dead zone. She is the tiniest thing I have ever seen, she was so much smaller at thirteen though. She was so strong in the arena, she snapped an eighteen year old careers neck. That is how strong she is.
She is also very vivacious, and a bit flirty. She has a great sense of humor from what I'm told.
She had marking on her arms, tattoos. Interesting. How a girl from District five won the Hunger Games at such a young age is crazy.
She carries herself lightly, like a cat. Her hair, dirty blonde ringlet curls, was in an interesting braid. It looked like a fish tail. She always had a golden necklace that had a swallow on it on. She flitted through the apartment gracefully. Then she opened a door "I found yo-" she was cut of by a scream. Her hands flew to cover her eyes "No wonder you couldn't hear me pounding on the door, you probably thought it was the bed. I hope you were using protection!"
"Bohemian Royal shut the door! Leave us alone!"
Bohemian put her hands on her hips as I was walking over, "Oh so now you're going to use my full name huh, well two can play at that game.
I looked around the room that she had opened the door to. Two people, one of them was my stylist, were stark naked trying to cover themselves. "Oh put some clothes on! Especially you, Grey! Especially you!" I said.
He stood up, Bohemians hand flew to cover her eyes. I turned her around and pulled into my chest while shutting the door "I do not think you want to see that" I said.
She shook her head violently, I noticed she was shivering.
"Are you cold?"
She nodded again and I walked over to couch with her, sitting down and pulling her onto my lap. I grabbed her hands, they were colder than ice, and rubbed them in mine. She smiled at me "Thank you Finnick."