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I know if I'm haunting you

You must be haunting me.

Beyonce - Haunted(Michael Diamond remix).

Finnick's P.O.V:

I had to control my sudden urge to search for an empty room. I wanted to have my way with her.

My mouth watered. She looked positively enticing.

I longed to grab her and feast on her delectable lips, making sure everyone in this room knew who she belonged to.

Instead I grabbed her hand and pressed a lingering kiss. I tried my best to not sigh in pleasure at the shock waves our touch seemed to cause.

I heard her sharp intake of breath.

She pulled her hand away. Her lips slightly parted. "O-Odair." Her voice shook lightly. I grinned at the obvious effect I had on her.

I leaned closer to her until my lips were near her ear. Bite it. "You look absolutely ravishing tonight." I purred then pulled back. "But you didn't need to dress up for me, Kat. You look good in anything."

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath. "Back off." She warned and stepped away from me.

I chuckled. Seeing a passing waiter, I grabbed two glasses of wine and passed one to a hesitant Katniss.

"Shall we?" I asked, nodding my head towards the table beside me. Not waiting for an answer, I pulled a chair out for her.

Katniss raised her eyebrow but said nothing and took the offered seat. Thank you." She added after I took my seat.

"What's wrong? You seem a little off tonight." I commented and finished my drink in one gulp. Her eyes narrowed and she muttered, "It doesn't concern you. Why are you secluding yourself with me anyways? Go seduce a Capitol lady or something." My nose crinkled. She was more irritable more than usual tonight.

I smirked. "You're the only person here I'm willing to pass my time with," I confessed, her eyes fixated on mine.

She scoffed. "And why is that?"

"Simple. You fascinate me," I shrugged as if it weren't a big deal. I forced a smile at some of my past clients that looked away.

Silence enveloped us. I sat back and took in my surroundings. A table and a podium took up much of the stage. Snow and a few Capitol politicians would be seated there. A musical group, our entertainment for the night was playing close to them. Tables were strategically strewn about in the hall, with place holders, stating which district sat where. District 4's table was near the front while District 12, the one we were seated at, was the last one near the back.

It was a nice venue to hold this, I'd give Snow that, and it was packed too. Judging from the aroma coming from the staff kitchen, there would be good food too.

My attention returned to Katniss when she heaved a sigh. "I really do not want to be here." She commented. No wonder she was so wound up tonight.

I scoffed. "Who does? I'm itching to run out of here almost as badly as you," I muttered.

Her grey eyes flickered up to mine. "Oh. Well, how are you hiding it so well?" She inquired and leaned forward.

"Practice and great acting skills. The latter being something you lack." I winked at her. She snorted and leaned back.

Suddenly she was tense, her eyes hard.

"Hello Finnick," I heard behind me. I turned slightly and saw Mauricio, my client from last night. I stood up and kissed her cheek. "Mauricio! What a lovely surprise." Lovely my ass.

She giggled and ran her talons down my chest. I forgot to tell you last night. I guess our activities rid me of my memory." She whispered, a blush rising in her green tinged cheeks. I grimaced.

For the next few minutes I endured her compliments and how she 'couldn't get our night out of her mind'. When she finally left, I sat back down and jumped slightly when I noticed Katniss' glare. I'd forgotten she was there.

She arched her eyebrow. "Friend of yours?" She asked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

"You could say that."

I sat up straighter. "Are you wearing your flames tonight?" My eyes crinkled in amusement when she scowled.

"Maybe. Why?" She asked suspiciously. I stood up and offered her my hand. "I'd like to see them. Do you feel up to a dance?"

A light blush rose to her cheeks. "I can't dance, Fish Boy. If you don't want broken toes, I suggest you back down."

I laughed. "I'm willing to take the risk. And I'm sure your stylist would want you to show off his designs," I begged. "Just one dance, 12. You'll just follow my lead."

After a few more minutes of pleading, she agreed. Stubborn.

I took her hand and led her near the middle of the dance floor. Many eyes were glued to us now, including a scowling Peeta, who had been talking to Chaff and Haymitch. Capitol women gasped and cooed at the sight of us together.

Kat placed her hands on my shoulders, and it delighted me to see how easy it was for her to touch me. I placed my hands on her waist.

After a while of dancing, my hand slithered down her back, and right before it was about to make a grab her butt, Katniss grabbed it and moved it back to where it once resided.

"Stop it." She hissed near my ear. I snickered and pulled her closer to me.

"There's my little kitty," I teased her. I held her tighter when she stepped on my feet. "Ow!"

"What?" She feigned innocence. "I did warn you." I huffed.

I stood up straighter and took Katniss' hand in mine and held it slightly away from us. "Waltz or tango?"

"I don't know how to do the damn waltz or tango, Finnick." Katniss snorted. The way she said my name. I snickered. "How about doing a different kind of tango… on a different flat surface…" I trailed off suggestively.

Katniss bore a look of confusion. "I may not be an expert at this, but I'm sure it's impossible to do that." She stated.

I burst out laughing. I brought her closer to me and tucked her head under my chin.

"Are you done yet?"

I pulled back to look at her face.

"You are far too innocent for your own good, Kat." I drawled. She huffed. "I'm not."

I chuckled. "Oh yes, you definitely are. So, so innocent…" I sighed. My hand trailed down to her ass and grabbed a handful of it.

I smirked. "And so, so pure."

Katniss growled and roughly pushed my hand off. Again. "What if someone saw?" She hissed. "I don't need these people to also start questioning Peeta and I's relationship.

I frowned. "Calm down, Kat. No one saw." I reassured her. Why is she bringing up that boy?

I sighed and started moving, despite her protests.

"Thank you, Thank you." President Snow's voice boomed over the microphone. The applause died down.

"Victors," He addressed us. "We welcome you, yet again, to the Capitol. I sincerely hope you enjoy your night with us and appreciate our gifts for you." His eyes darted to the back.

He was looking at Katniss as he said this. I tensed, already knowing how Katniss would react to this.

I waited until Snow sat down before I looked for Katniss. I turned around in my seat, only to be met with Johanna's scowl.

She arched her eyebrow. "Looking for someone, Fish Brains?" She asked sarcastically and plopped down next to the mentor the Capitol had assigned to us.

"Mags, you look beautiful." She went on without looking at her. Mags sighed.

I turned towards Johanna. "What's up Jo?" I asked. She huffed angrily. "You look beautiful." And she did, in her blue dress. She didn't compare to Katniss though, "Are you even allowed to sit at our table?"

I ate more of the steaming potatoes, and looked at her expectantly while I chewed.

She took our 'mentor's' plate and immediately cut into the steak, ignoring his protests. "How can you be so calm in this man's house, Finnick?" Johanna hissed. She waited for our mentor to leave before she spoke again. "My skin is crawling from just sitting here."

I smiled. "Katniss said almost the exact same thing," I mused and shook my head. "And I'm being 'so damn calm' because I don't want to cause a scene. Unlike you."

"Cause a scene? Mags have I ever caused a scene?" She ranted. Mags nodded. "Ugh, and don't mention that District 12 rat."

I glared at Johanna. "Don't call her that." I warned. Her eyebrows shot up.

"Did you sleep with her?" I sighed at her bluntness.

"No Jo, I didn't sleep with Katniss." I stated.

"You've been spending a lot of time with her."

"Is that a crime? Forgive me for socializing then."

"I saw you grab her ass."

I smirked. "That was just… a friendly pat." Johanna grinned.

"You're such a pervert, Odair." She chuckled. I laughed along with her.

"I wonder how Annie would feel about this," She continued. I stopped laughing.

"Really Johanna?" I muttered, her brown eyes twinkling. "There's nothing going on between Annie and me. Nor Katniss and me."

"Hmm." Johanna mused and took a sip of her wine

-U-S-

After an hour of hanging around the careers, I searched for Katniss.

"Haymitch have you seen Katniss?"

"She's out at the gardens, probably getting some fresh air." Haymitch said. Tonight he was sober.

I thanked him but before I could go, he called me back. "What?"

"Listen, you need to ease up with your charms on sweetheart," He warned. "Peeta's getting a bit shifty, and I don't need him not trusting you in the games and before, you know…" I blinked at him.

"There's nothing going on between me and Katniss though."

Haymitch cackled. "Yet. Finnick, you don't need to try and convince me. I'm not drunk yet." He snickered and patted my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and walked off, making my way through the crowd.

After a few minutes, I reached the gardens.

"Katniss," I called out. "Kat, where are you?"

"I hope you're not like this in the Games."

She laughed when I jumped. I liked her laugh. It was kind of low, throaty and real. Perfect.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked. She pursed her lips. "I could ask you the same thing."

I rolled my eyes. "I was looking for you. I needed someone to keep me entertained.

"You should have went to Johanna then." She shot back.

"Johanna? Why her?" I questioned. Katniss scowled. "I saw you two sitting together during dinner, looking cozy."

Realization dawned on me and I started laughing.

"You… You think me and Johanna…?" I laughed harder. "Stop laughing."

"I'm sorry." I apologized. I stared at her with a grin on my face. "What?" She demanded.

"Are you jealous?"

"What? No." She denied and stepped away from me.

Silence filled the night. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was so beautiful to me. When she'd get angry at me, and how she'd insult me or smack me. How she blushed when I said something inappropriate or compliment her. It was the little things that mattered to me.

"Hey Katniss?"

"What?"

"Look at me."

"Wh-" Katniss didn't get to say more.

Pulling her face to mine, I captured her lips with my own and pressed her body close to mine. She tried to fight me off, but I ignored her resistance and continued to kiss her. Placing my hand on the nape of her neck, I tilted my head to get better access.

Eventually she stopped.

I slipped my tongue in her mouth and demanded attention from hers, which it surprisingly got. She tentatively placed her hands on my chest, while my other hand trailed down her back, pulling her closer to me.

I moaned. And suddenly, the spell was broken.

Katniss pulled away, gasping loudly. For a moment, we stared at one another.

I'd been so dazed that I hadn't felt her slap, only my head snapping to the side. I swiveled my head back to her and raised my eyebrow.

"A slap, Katniss? Really?" I snorted.

Silence.

"Don't ever do that again," She hissed. "I-I'm going to go find Peeta."
I stared after her retreating form.

I was on my way to the roof.

After the ceremony, we arrived back at the training center and I'd rushed off to my floor and took a shower.

I'd been standing there in the water for ten minutes thinking about her.

I shook my head and got off the elevator when it arrived at the roof.

Low and behold, the subject of my thoughts leaning against a wall. I took off my jacket when I noticed her shivering form and silently approached her.

"Hey," I greeted. She jumped, startled, and frowned when she noticed it was me. "Oh it's just you."

I stepped closer. "You're cold." I stated and offered her the jacket. After a moment of hesitation, she took it.

"Thanks," She mumbled. I leaned against the wall next to her.

We sat in silence for a while, watching the bustling city below us.

"I'm sorry for slapping you. That was uncalled for. And I'm also sorry for you know," She waved her hands awkwardly. "Responding."

I raised my eyebrow at her and smiled after a moment. "I'm not."

Grey eyes met sea-green eyes. "What?"

I leaned away from the wall, walked the few steps towards her and stood in front of her. "I said, I'm not." And brought my lips down to hers.

Our mouths crashed together. It was rough. I pressed my body to hers and heard her gasp when she felt my hardness. My tongue took advantage of that and surged deeply inside her, touching and tasting all the parts that had remained hidden before. My head was swimming with lush and all I wanted was to consume her, make her give into me, to us. Her hands burned me as they trailed up and down my chest.

And then she moaned.

I groaned and lifted her easily, pushing her lithe body up against the wall and wrapped her legs around me. I dragged my mouth from hers and pressed open mouthed kisses on her neck. She threaded her fingers in my bronze locks and tugged.

I growled. I made sure to leave marks that would be hard to conceal.

"Finnick…" Katniss pleaded.

I inhaled her scent deeply.

I was definitely not sorry.

AN: Hope you enjoyed Part II.

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