Hunger Games (Finnick/Annie)
For most people, living underground was hard. Tensions were high and spirits low.
Strangely, Finnick didn't mind it. Sure, never seeing the sky was hard, and he dreamed of fresh air, but it beat the Capitol. Even he was surprised that he preferred recycled air to riches and adoration.
The big difference, he knew, was Annie. When they moved together it felt tidal; he felt pulled beyond his understanding, toward her skin scented with salt, her hair drifting across his chest like rippling waves, her body wet, cresting and breaking above him.