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The Price to be Paid	By : AislynnHunter Category: G through L > The Hunger Games Trilogy Views: 24099 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ch. 2
Announce it Far and Wide

The crowning ceremony passed by in a blur. All I can really remember of it was Peeta reaching to grab my hand for comfort and me pulling mine out of his reach upon seeing the foreboding look in the eyes of President Snow.
Before I know it, I’m waiting for my name to be called to go out for my interview. Thankfully, they don’t make me sit on stage for the replay of all the highlights of my time in the arena. I don’t think that I could keep up the façade if I had to do that. It’s hard enough knowing what I have to do without seeing the ‘love’ that everyone else seemed to see blossoming between Peeta and I on screen.
“And here she is now, ladies and gentlemen, the girl on fire herself, Katniss Everdeen!”
I paste what clearly must be a fake smile on my face as I walk over to the chair next to Ceaser at the center of the stage. I hate crowds. I hate them even more when their entire focus is laid on me. Add into the mix that it’s a bunch of socialites who just want to see what their new Victor has to say, it’s a nightmare come to life.
“Well well, Miss Everdeen, how wonderful to see you again, and looking ravishing, if I do say so myself,” Ceaser compliments me with a large smile upon his face.
“Why thank you, it’s nice to be seen again.” I let out a little laugh, my nerves bubbling up just under the surface. This is where the beginning of my act comes into play. I must make this crowd believe that I am falling in love with someone that I have never even actually met in person, and if I can’t, then the lives of everyone I love are at risk. No pressure, really.
“You simply must tell us how you’ve been spending your time now that your responsibilities to the Games are no more.”
“Oh you know, a little of this, a bit of that,” I say, trying to sound as nonchalant about it as possible.
Ceaser laughs a little with me, acting like we’re two of the best friends in the world catching up over a class of tea.
“I bet I know just who this time has been spent with though.”
I mold my face into as close to a puzzled look as I can, thinking of a difficult riddle to make it even more believable.
“And just who would this be?”
“Why, none other than your fellow District 2 Victor, Peeta Mellark. Your lover.”
I pause for dramatic effect. Or at least, I hope it gives a dramatic effect.
“Yes well, what can I say about Peeta? I wouldn’t go as far as calling him my lover by any means.”
I can hear the audience gasp at my proclamation.
“What about everything that happened between the two of you in the arena. Not to mention it wasn’t that long ago that he declared his love for you on this very stage.”
“As far as the arena goes, it meant nothing. We were all in danger of dying every minute and I couldn’t let myself leave this life without have experience a kiss. And I couldn’t kill him. Not because I love him, but because he saved my life once. I was simply repaying the favor. I mean, Peeta’s a sweet boy and all, but his school yard crush can’t hold a candle to the blazing heat that I’ve recently become acquainted with.”
I can feel the tension in the air as everyone seems to lean forward in the seats as if to better hear the juicy gossip that they are sure I’m about to impart to them.
“And who might this be?” Ceaser asks for everyone who is dying to know.
“I’ll give you a hint. You all know him very well. He won the games a few years ago making District 4 very proud,” I say with what I believe is a saucy smirk on my lips.
“You don’t mean-“
“I do. It is the Finnick Odair.”
I hear the buzzer going off stating that my time on stage is done. I quickly make my way off stage to go back upstairs. I don’t think I can bear to watch Peeta’s interview after everything that has just happened.

~*~

I close the door and lean my forehead against the cool wood the moment I enter the District 12 apartments, trying to fight back the tears of helplessness I can feel threatening to overcome me at any second.
“Hello kitten,” a strange voice say from behind me, causing me to whirl around prepared to fight whatever invader might be in the room.
I see him sitting on the couch almost as though he owns it.
“Finnick.”
I can’t deny that he’s handsome, with his lean, muscular frame, eternally tousled bronze hair, killer smile, and beautiful sea green eyes. I mean, he’s not called pretty boy for nothing.
“Relax,” he says, shaking his head slightly at me. “I won’t bite. Come, sit down.”
I move slowly to join him on the couch, sitting as far from his as I can without making it seem too obvious that this is what I have done.
“Don’t call me kitten,” I grumble at him, unsure of what else to say to the man who is for all appearances my lover and will in truth be my teacher in all things carnal.
“I rather think I like that name for you,” he smirks. “Besides, if you are to be my girlfriend, then I must have a pet name for you. You can call me Finn if you like.”
I have no comeback. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want any of this to be real, so how in the world am I supposed to come up with light banter material with a person that I know next to nothing of.
“Don’t worry, it gets easier. Eventually, you even stop hating yourself. It took me a little while, but I’ve come to appreciate that it could be much worse.”
At this I look directly at him.
“You mean, you?”
“Well of course, I don’t do this because it is how I would like to spend my time.”
His voice says he’s trying to joke it off, but for a split second in his eyes I can see that he’s wounded that this is how everyone sees in throughout the Capitol and the Districts both.
“So, kitten, have you ever done any of this before?”
“Done what?” I ask, and then realize a moment later what a dumb question that was. Of course I know what he’s asking. It’s the whole reason we’re here together.
“Anything more than kiss with a man?”
I silently shake my head ‘no’, too embarrassed over the conversation to voice the words aloud.
“All right then, that just means we’ll have to take this a step at a time,” he says. “Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll take everything as slow as time allows for.”
Before I can ask exactly what he means, his lips are pressed to mine, gentle but insistent. His kiss is so much different than Peeta’s sloppy attempts. My eyes begin to drift close at just how nice this is. I feel Finnick’s tongue trace along the seam of my lips, begging entrance. Before my mind can catch up to tell me no, how wrong this is, I let him in. He tastes slightly of sea salt as he urges my tongue to glide against his in a back and forth duel.
I feel a tightening that I’ve never felt before as he pushes me to lay back on the couch and seats himself firmly between my now parted legs. A very well practiced move on his part if I do say so myself. This fire that is starting to ignite is so foreign, my body is craving something, but I don’t know what. I know the mechanics of how the act works, but this experience, this heat racing through my system, is something that I’ve never even heard of before.
Finnick starts to caress his hand up my sides and across my collarbone. All of a sudden, the bodice of my dress is pulled down, baring my breasts to the cold air in the room. I tear my lips away from his and moan as his twists and pulls one of my nipples between his fingers.
It is in this position that we hear the door slam, both of us apparently too caught up in the moment to hear it open in the first place. I look over and any lust that had clouded my brain is gone, replaced by dread. There is Peeta, staring at the two of us with shock, heartache, and anger shining through his eyes and at this point in time, I’m not entirely sure which emotion will come out on top.

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