you lean on the doorway to finnick's room, finnick tying knots on the rope in his hands.

"finnick.." you step through the door to his bedroom, your fingers fiddling anxiously with your sleeves - the sleeves of the sweater he gave you, since you got cold. so thoughtful.. so damn sweet..

he looks up from the piece of rope he was tying. he always ties knots to relieve his anxiety and stress for some reason.

"can i ask something? promise you won't laugh.." you mumble yet again, waiting for a response from him so you could ask the thing you wanted to so badly.

"hm? go on, angel." he smiles despite his confusion. it seems like he always has that stupid little grin on his pretty face in your presence.

"can i tie a bow on your arm?"

he puts aside the piece of rope he's been working on before you came into his room, smiling as he made prolonged eye contact with you. "sure, doll. c'mere." it sounds like a command rather than a request coming out of his lips, but you obey regardless. you smile shyly as he pats his lap. quickly, you climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs as you tie a pink satin ribbon on his bicep.

his arms are all muscley and veiny.. you like 'em a lot - that, he knew. he'd let you cling onto his arm in public places, even in the capitol, letting you smush your face against his upper arm - he didn't care about what other people thought. hell, he couldn't care less. as long as you were happy, he was, too.

you smile as you tie the pink ribbon on his upper arm. he felt embarrassed, but he knew he'd do anything to make you happy. anything.

"perfect!" you say, earning a smile from finnick.

"mm hmm.." he mutters in response, his voice cracking as his face started to heat up.