A groan tears itself from her throat at the harsh, almost painful edge to the kiss. Each passing second pushes the Games further back into her skull, and even if there's a small voice screaming you're going to die you're going to die at her, that mixed pleasure and hurt is enough to steal her focus for now.
Finnick might start walking her back, but before they even reach the mattress she's half dragging him as well; impatient, and maybe scared he'll stop. The backs of her knees hit the bed, and she doesn't hesitate in tipping backwards, taking him with her. Normally she'll fight for the top, but she doesn't care right now, doesn't care about anything except keeping that voice at bay for as long as she can.
And maybe being close to him, but she'll never tell Finnick that.
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Date: 2013-12-10 05:24 am (UTC)Finnick might start walking her back, but before they even reach the mattress she's half dragging him as well; impatient, and maybe scared he'll stop. The backs of her knees hit the bed, and she doesn't hesitate in tipping backwards, taking him with her. Normally she'll fight for the top, but she doesn't care right now, doesn't care about anything except keeping that voice at bay for as long as she can.
And maybe being close to him, but she'll never tell Finnick that.