Hi! DrowningEmbers here. So I haven't done an author's note in a while, so just thought I'd say hi. Warning: Smut ahead.

We barely make it in the door of his apartment building. One minute he's fumbling with the doorknob and the next, his lips are on mine, kissing, tasting, turning me into an inferno. He bites my lip gently, then harder, sending a spark of pleasure strait through me.

And then he's pulling away, and running up the stairs to unlock his door. I catch him seconds later and push him against wall next to the door, and crash my lips to his. He struggles briefly with the key, and then he's pulling me into the room. H

His dark, pooling eyes, find mine, then he grabs me, lifts me up over his shoulder, and seconds later, throws me down onto the bed.

I use my elbows to propel myself backwards, almost to the headboard. Finnick stands at the foot of the bed, watching me. I watch, breathless as he kicks off his shoes, and simultaneously pulls off his shirt. I get a brief glimpse off a perfectly sculpted chest before his lips return to mine.

His tongue slips into my mouth as his fingers find the edges of my tank top, pulls it off. His lips return to mine only briefly before moving to my neck, biting and sucking, hard enough that I know I'll have a mark in the morning.

"You're mine." He practically growls in my ear as he undoes the clasp of my bra, pulling it off with one fluid motion. He leans forward and takes my right nipple in his mouth, biting it slightly as he palms my other breast with his hand. It doesn't take long before I'm moaning like a porn star, my head fallen back on the pillow.

I whimper in protest as he pulls away, kissing down the plane of my stomach before dipping his tongue into my naval. His agile fingers find the button of my jeans, and then rip them off me. My panties soon follow, and he brushes his lips over each of my hip bones before I lose sight of his finely structured face between my legs. His tongue moves in one long stroke up my clit and I moan, my head falling back on the pillow. He moves his tongue slowly, paying special attention to the little bundle of nerves that is always guaranteed to get me off.

A short time later I'm shaking and trembling, grabbing his hair, as he sucks, and flicks his tongue, and fucks me with his fingers. The coil in my core implodes, and I clench my thighs around his head, my back arching off the mattress as my orgasm hurtles through me.

He strips off his jeans and plaid boxers, and rolls on a condom from his bedside table. He strokes himself once before leaning over me. He kisses me hard, and then flips us over so I'm balanced over him. I position myself over him, and guiding him with my hand, I sink down onto him so he is buried in me completely.

We moan in unison at the feeling. I'm so full, almost too full, and there a slight sting of pain, that fades as I see the look in my Greek god's eyes. Placing my hands on his chest, I slowly begin to move. There is nothing like this feeling, him inside me, his hands grasping my hips tightly enough to leave bruises.

"Fuck, Katniss." Finnick gasps out, his hips beginning to thrust upwards. I let him take the reins and lean over to kiss him as he thrusts into me with abandon, getting faster and harder.

I kiss down his jaw before sinking my teeth into the sweet spot between his shoulder and his neck. Finnick moans his eyes tightly shut as his hands leave my hips to grasp my breasts. His long fingers twist my nipples almost to the point of pain, but it only adds to the fire that is consuming my body, spreading from my core outwards.

His hands leave my breasts as he continues thrusting into me. His fingers rub my clit, and I explode. My back arches and a wordless cry escapes my lips. Stars whirl before my eyes as I feel him thrust three more times before burying himself inside me, moaning, as his orgasm crashes through him. As feeling slowly comes back to my extremities, I collapse on top of him, both of us panting heavily. I slowly become aware of something hard against my chest. Puzzled, I raise my head to see the glint of the gold letters Pi Kappa Gamma.

I smile to myself, and just before I fall over the brink into sleep, from somewhere above my head, I hear Finnick say, "I love you."

I wake up to rain pattering on the window, Finnick's warm chest, and my phone ringing from my bag where I dropped earlier. I flush as I remember the reason for dropping said bag, before clambering slowly off a still sleeping Finnick.

I tiptoe across the room, grabbing one of Finnick's shirts and slipping it on, then grabbing my phone.

It's Johanna. I sigh, she's probably wondering where I've been. I sigh and press "accept", making sure to hold the phone a couple of feet away from my ear so I won't go deaf.

"Where are you, bitch?" she yells into the phone.

"Sorry, Jo, I was talking with Finnick." I whisper, trying not to wake said bronze haired man, sleeping a yard or two away.

"and?" she asks, clear disapproval in her tone.

"and that was the best make-up sex I've ever had" I finish, grinning as I imagine her pretend scandalized face.

She cackles manically. "I'm sure it was. Hey kitty-Kat, guess what?"

"What?" I ask still whispering.

"I'm a tattoo artist! I've been trying to get my license for a while now and I finally did it! Come to 432 Wave Street! I need a guinea pig. I'll be there at 4."

Leaving no room for argument, she hangs up. I sigh, I'll just go and try to convince her that I really don't want any ink on my skin. I check my phone; it's only two o'clock so I have time. I crawl back into bed with Finnick, only to find his eyes open, watching me.

"That shirt looks better on you than it does on me, drat." He says softly.

I laugh quietly, and lie down next to him.

"Who was on the phone?" He asks lightly.

"Johanna, she's just become a tattoo artist, and she wants a guinea pig."

"You're getting a tattoo?! Hmm, you'd probably look good with some ink. Can I watch?" He asks, laughing.

"Umm sure."