Won and Sold (Finnick Odair Love Story)

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven



Bohemian Royal

Now I've seen people mad, but Finnick mad.

That is a different story.
His eyes got darker, that may sound weird but they did, his face went hard.
"That's disgusting. He's so much older than you. He's a gamemaker, he's already done enough damage for gods sake!" he practically shouted.
I flinched "I know. But he hasn't been head gamemaker for that long. "
He shook his head "He was still a gamemaker before he was head. He's a fowl creature that-"
I cut him "Finnick, I know."
He stopped. I put my hand on his shoulder
"Finnick I know how disgusting he is. But I've dealt with worse. Just calm down."

He continued to frown but at least now he didn't look like he wanted to throw my mattress across the room.
I sat up a bit more, groaning and cursing under my breath.
An avox came in and took my bowl.
Finnick was trying to control his breathing.
That's when I realized.

I'm only in my undergarments.
I quickly yank the blanket up to cover my chest. Finnick raised an eyebrow "Cold?"

I shook my head "I'm not dressed"
He chuckled "I've seen you this way before."
"But still!"
He laughed and stood up "Ill let you get dressed"
"Thank you" I replied
He left and I scooted over to the edge of the bed, I swung my legs off to let my toes graze the floor.
I pushed myself up.
And then back down.
I shouted out in frustration "SERIOUSLY"

I heard Puma laugh.
"Fuck you Puma!" I shouted.
"Not in your wildest dreams, Scream!" he shouted back
"That's what you think. " I teasingly replied, still shouting.
Everyone out there laughed, loudly.
I stood up, grabbing the nightstand to help.
I drug the blanket with me, holding it around my body. I army-crawled to my dresser, tributes don't have these but mentors do, I yanked open a drawer, pulling out a blouse, I opened the one above it and pulled out a pair of denim shorts. 
 I got dressed and ran my fingers through my hair. I grabbed the sides of the dresser, slowly standing up-testing my strength.
 It hurt, yes, but I can deal with pain.
 I looked at my bare feet, my toe nails were painted a lovely royal blue. My finger nails didn't match, they were a very red scarlet.
 I looked in my mirror, My blouse was white and my shorts were black. Eh, I sort of match.
 I walked out to the sitting room, everyone looked rather comfortable.
 Puma was sitting near Pumpkin on the large, purple couch, and Finnick was lounging on the love seat. I went over and sat next to him. He smiled at me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pullin me closer.    

"Have a fun time last night, Scream?" Puma asked, teasing me. "Of course I did." I said sarcastically "although I bet you wish you the one there instead of me." I smirked
 "Oh you know I do." He said.
 Finnick chuckled "You two have a strange, strange relationship."
 We nodded.
 "But I must ask, why do you call her Scream?" Finnick asked, playing with one of my blonde curls.
 "I call her Scream because in her games, if you remember, she screamed rather loud when it went dark." Puma replied, smirking at me.
 "Shut up Puma, that was scary as fuck and you know it" I said, covering my face.
 "Or it was just your fear of the dark" Puma retorted
"I will willingly admit I am afraid of the dark, but you have to admit how scared you are of Capitol women." I said 

Puma wrinkled his face up "Lets not talk about them, especially  not that one."
 "Oh you mean Effie Trinket?" I said, chuckling evily
 "Shut up Bohemian" Puma said, covering his face and shaking his head.

Finnick laughed as Pumpkin left the room with Puma. "Now look at us. . . alone in a room together. . ." He said, trailing off.
 I looked at him "You have an idea, don't you?"
 He nodded
 I raised an eyebrow, questioning him.

   He grinned at me before saying "It may involve this."    He grabbed my waist, pulling me onto his lap and smashing his lips to mine. I reacted quickly, kissing back. His hands started trailing downward,  stopping on my butt. I bit his bottom lip. He groaned into the kiss, opening his mouth slightly. He squeezed my butt and smiled but kept on kissing. My hands were on his shoulders, his hot skin warming my cold hands.  He pulled away, making me frown, but starting to kiss my neck.. 

"Whoa. Getting a tad to steamy in here." I heard someone say.

A/N- Hey, sorry for the late update and sorry it's so short. Anyway, I'm thinking of starting a Gale story. . . anybody like the sound of that? I would write more kissing scenes but I feel awkward writing them, like you don't like reading them. . . yeah I need your feedback on that. And this is super random but I'm getting my braces colors changed tomorrow, and I have no idea what color to get do you have any thoughts on what I should get? Please continue to comment and vote! I swear the reads have gone up like nobodys buisness, I want to have a party with all of you and give you all cake and ice cream and lots of food. anyway, I'm updating very soon and I might write a Gale Hawthorne love story and comment if you think I should write one! Anyway thank you for reading. This is the longest authors note I've ever written but I guess it had to be done, lots of love. -M