And, for once, he allowed himself to be selfish enough to take what he needed, since you didn't seem to mind. With your consent, you became his world, he'd do anything for you.

Finnick runs his fingers through the strands of your hair, watching your peaceful expression as you sleep beside him. Your normally bright eyes are now relaxedly closed, your skin so soft to the touch, his arm feeling it as he holds you and pulls you closer, carefully because he doesn't want to wake you, the first time he's felt something truly soft. Your chest, so tight against his, so warm and welcoming, rises and falls to the rhythm of your breathing, deep and grounding in reality.

Finnick leans in, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead, then leans down to kiss your cheeks. The contact with your skin and the memories of the night just passed—your first time—send an electric sensation to his skin, which still retains the feeling of you.

"You're perfect, you're my dream..." Finnick whispers, mesmerized by the curve of your body under the sheets, the perfection with which you adapt to his shape, while his skin and lips still bear the traces and sensations your body has imprinted upon them; with your dedication and attention to him, to his desires, to his tastes... He'd never found anyone so attentive to him; He's basically just a beautiful body with a pretty face to use for one night, and yet... And yet you showed him how much he deserves to be seen, felt, listened to.

And Finnick...Finnick can't, and won't, give up this, this loving balm for his broken, wary, and tired heart and soul. And now, you are Finnick's world, the boy becomes more and more convinced as he observes your figure, small as a bird, yet so strong and resilient, that you are worth fighting, this love is worth keeping.

"Sh sh sh...It's okay." Finnick whispers, hearing you whimper slightly. You're probably in pain, it was your first time, it's normal to be a little in pain.