This felt weirdly comfortable. You were in Finnick’s lap on the sofa, across his thighs, legs spread out of the sofa so your feet were in Johanna’s lap— as weird as it sounds, yes, it felt comfortable, so comfortable. Finnick had introduced you to her when you first started dating and hr took on the role of boyfriend and mentor, and you three were fine.

Right?

Truth is, both were gone like the Titanic for you, you pretty thing. You were so cute, had gorgeous eyes and kissable skin— it automatically drew their eyes, but Finnick got the prize first. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t up for a little sharing, though, it’s why Johanna was rubbing your ankle so soothingly.

Both of their presences made you feel almost dizzy, it was overwhelmingly strong, how Finnick would whisper praise in your ear while watching your matches’ replays— smoothing back your hair, kneading your thigh while the pads of Johanna’s fingers pressed to your ankle. You didn’t mind.

Oh, could you concentrate? No, and Finnick saw that, a low chuckle coming from him, sharing a look with Johanna— you, gorgeous, got distracted easily sometimes. “Hey.” He kissed your cheek to grab your attention. “Eyes on the movie, baby.”

Eyes on the movie, of course— you forgot amid Johanna’s gentle tracing of your ankle. You were Finnick’s girlfriend, her holding your ankle like porcelain should feel wrong, but no it fucking didn’t and you didn’t know why. “You like it, huh?” Johanna grinned. Yeah, you were his girl, that was clear.

Finnick didn’t mind sharing.