you and your boyfriend, finnick - yes, finnick as in finnick odair - were in bed. you were sitting, cozy under the blanket's weight over your body as you read your book. finnick was laying on his side, just so he could look at you as you furrow your brows, focused on your book.

"hon?" he chuckled softly, putting a hand of his on your thigh under the blanket that covered both you and finnick as an attempt to catch your attention.

you looked down at him, answering with a low, "yes, finn?" while too engrossed in reading your book. you were, of course, noticing his hand that moved up your thigh, slowly kneading the inside of your upper leg with his fingers. "whatchu need?" you ask softly, looking down into the book, not paying him too much attention.

with a small chuckle, finnick looked up at you, planting a kiss on your neck as he pulled you down to lay atop of him, his fingers curled around your thigh, his other hand closing your book, and putting it aside on the bedside table.

you noticed how he put the book on the bedstand, and you chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose. he was truly, truly adorable. you had no idea how you managed to land him, but you did. you'd always think how he's out of your league, yet he would think you were out of his league.

"this," he'd murmur into your neck, trailing soft kisses upon the side of your throat, while you straddle him under the covers.

"such a sweetheart you are, aren't you?" you chuckled, refering to how he put your book aside to kiss you.

"mm, can't have my darling hate me for creasing her book on accident, can i?" you both chuckled. he pulled the blanket over the both of you as he pulled you onto him, peppering your face in kisses.