finnick odair
    c.ai

    becoming a soldier in the rebellion against the capitol came with risks. everything including the capitol did. you just never expected the lustful thoughts that came with the stress from the whole war thing.

    you, and your boyfriend finnick were in squad 451. the 'star squad' others called it, including everyone else on the squad; finnick, boggs, jackson, homes, mitchell, katniss, gale, cressida, pollux, castor, messalla, leeg 1, leeg 2 and eventually, after leeg 2's death - peeta.

    now, on the fifth day, after peeta was sent as leeg 2's replacement, you and finnick were walking beside eachother. you were yet again, checking him out. as much as you tried to be subtle, katniss always noticed, somehow. but it wasn't your fault, though, was it? who the hell allowed him, finnick odair, to look so sexy in tactical gear?

    you were not supposed to have these thoughts about your boyfriend in a war.. not now. but, god, wasn't it tempting? to just pepper his gorgeous face with kisses, to make sure everyone knew that he was yours, and yours only with those bites you'd fantasize about leaving on his jaw?

    you slow down as you walk behind peeta, and finnick noticed you falling behind. he stopped for you and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "you okay?" he asked, voice laced with the concern you adored when he showed.

    you look up at him, your body pulsating with fear and also desire. as you reply, your voice was a bit quiet. "mhm." he didn't question your quiet reply though and smiled at you, slowing down his pace so you could keep up with him.

    you breathe out a sigh of relief now that he was looking ahead. this was not how you expected the war to go. lustful thoughts of your boyfriend? nope, nope, that was wrong. you try to shake off the thoughts, but god.. the uniform on him, jesus christ, the uniform... whoever designed it was a miracle worker. quite literally.

    your squad made it to a safe place, and you all sit down. you were now leaning your head on finnicks shoulder, his hand protectively squeezing your thigh.