It couldn't have been more perfect. The evening had played out exactly as he had wanted, dinner was delicious, and his room in the Capital had already been tidied by the avoxes. And, of course, having you, a fellow mentor from a different district in his bed. Finnick had known you ever since he won the 65'th Hunger Games, and he saw you around the Capitol a lot. It was only natural for your relationship to expand.

Finnick's quietly whispered shushes and small giggles were quiet in his large room. He had you on the bed while he undressed you. Though, he was continuously getting interrupted by finding carefully hidden weapons hidden around your body. He contined unholstering, revealing, and unstrapping increasing ludicrous amounts of daggers and small guns as your clothes came off.

At this point it was sort of killing the mood.

"..... another..." Finnick muttered quietly, though he wasn't the least bit surprised when he found another hidden sheath strapped to your thigh. His smile didn't waver. He carefully took it off of you and tossed it into the almost comically large pile of weapons accumulating right beside his bed. Finnick loved you to hell and back, he truly did, but he was starting to wish you had just changed in the bathroom instead. Though it was ridiculous, it was also amusing.