Something I had running through my head, I kinda like the idea of Finnick and Katniss finding comfort in each other. Warm fuzzy feelings.

Comfort, It's something everyone needs, I say to myself as Finnick stops me in the hall and takes me in his arms to just hold me. It's been weeks since we've seen the video of Peeta being beaten and I feel like I'm losing myself. The only time I remotely feel somewhat sane is when I'm with Finnick. It could be because he understood the pain of caring about someone who you didn't know if you could save or not.

I felt Finnick rubbing my head and I snuggled in tighter to his chest, wrapping my arms tighter around his waist. I didn't know how Finnick could break through the hard shell that I was using on everyone else, even Gale and Prim were having a tough time getting me out of my melancholy mood. But when it came to Finnick it was so easy, it was probably because we had so much in common. Both taken from our homes and forced into the Hunger Games, we both walked out victors. Through our last actions we both hurt the people who meant the most to us. Tears spilt out of my eyes as I looked up into his hypnotizing green eyes and he took a hand to brush away tears that were flowing down my cheeks. He traced the tear streaks with his finger tips causing a shudder to rush through my body. I closed my sad grey eyes and leaned into his hand that had stopped its tracing, and just cupped my cheek. I turned my face into his palm and kissed it, trying to convey how much he meant to me, how much it meant that I didn't have to pretend for him.

"They'll be okay Katniss," Finnick's voice said quietly, hope and pain danced through the words.

I nodded, and lifted my eyes to meet his and watched a tear slip out. Seeing him in pain, broke my already trashed heart and I knew that we both needed each other, to keep us in one piece.

"Katniss," he said, his voice breaking, and I knew immediately what he needed, what we both needed. I slid my hand up to his face and pulled it down to meet mine for a brief, pain filled kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his forehead against mine. "Tell me they'll be okay."

"I'll get them back Finnick, I promise." I say quietly back to him.

He pulled away slightly and I could see the ghost of a smile on his face, "I know you will Katniss, you're not the kind to give up on a losing fight."

"Well you know me," I said a small smile gracing my face for the first time in a long time.

Finnick stopped smiling, "You're right, I do know you." He pulled my face to his again and kissed me again.

I knew it was just to deal with the pain, but I couldn't stop the rush of feeling that was taking over. I couldn't stop my hands from crawling into his bronze hair and getting tangled in them, holding his face tighter to mine.

I heard him groan and pull me tighter, and I couldn't help but relish in the way our bodies molded together. It was like we were two pieces of the same broken puzzle, finally fitting together.

His tongue snuck out and I felt them brush against my lips, and without a second thought I allowed him access into my mouth.

I know this is wrong and we are doing this for all the wrong reasons, but I feel like he's my lifejacket swimming in a sea of sadness. He pushes me into a nook in the hallway and pressed me to the wall. He broke from my mouth to kiss along my jaw and to my neck.

"Why is it that I feel complete with you Katniss, why when I just want to end it all you can light fire to my bones."

"Didn't you hear Finnick," I said moaning as he sucked hard on my neck. "I'm the girl on fire."

Right now I'm classifying this as a one-shot, but if there is a good response I will think of more to add.

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