Finnick/Annie for terresdebrume
Finnick/Annie: the moment he realized he was hooked (or, nothing's ever easy in the life of Finnick Odair):
Wind was blowing harshly on the Victor’s Rock, howling through the night, and Finnick swore to himself when he bumped into something, a trash bin someone had left on the sidewalk. He told himself there hadn’t been storms in his arena, adrenaline shouldn’t be pumping through his veins the way it did. He just wanted to be home.
They’d kissed - she had kissed him and he had let her like he was used to, except that was a lie, because he had kissed her, it had been his idea. Stupid, he thought, angry at himself, and he didn’t know what he’d been thinking. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t been thinking. He couldn’t believe he’d spent the last weeks thinking about Annie without noticing what it all meant.
“I’ve got to go,” he’d said, trying to not look her in the eye and to not see the expression on her face, and he’d been gone.
“What happened, is something the…” his mom started saying when she opened the door to his banging, and he said, “It’s nothing, mom, please, go back to bed,” brushing past her up to his room. She hadn’t expected him back so soon, not when he’d been spending most evenings at Annie’s until way past midnight, and yes, he’d been an idiot, all the way through.
That hadn’t been anger on Annie’s face when he’d left her there, although she would have had a right to be angry after how he’d led her on. It had been confusion – concern. Breathing hard, Finnick reached his room, throwing his jacket on the bed, trying to think. Trying to figure out how he would make it up to Annie once he went back.
Because of course he would go back.
That was the scariest part of all.
