Re: Dream: Finnick & Annie
Relaxing when he didn't push or question - and oh, that was one reason why she loved him so much; Finnick knew her limits, her lines, he knew when to not push, but not pull away either. He was simply there, and that was what she needed - Annie tilted her head a little, closer to his hand, wanting to nuzzle his fingers. "Thank you," she whispered near his fingers, her eyes never leaving his.
Her attempt was halted when he leaned in again, and she smiled as his lips touched hers. Had he been wearing a shirt, Annie's fingers would have dug in tight. On his skin, they merely moved softly, brushing his flesh, kneading it in a manner similar to what a cat might do.