Entry tags:

~finnick odair (dist4_finnick), ~lydia martin (eunoia)

WHO: Finnick Odair and Lydia Martin
WHAT: Arranged meeting for sex, but possibly talking about feelings instead
WHEN: Friday evening
WARNINGS: Just some angst
STATUS: Closed, Complete

Finnick had been looking forward to this meeting all day with equal parts anticipation and dread. Probably more dread, if he was being honest with himself. When he'd first heard that Stiles was the father he had gone into a full on melt-down and had never wanted to see her again. Of course he'd known Lydia was sleeping with other people -the baby made that obvious for one thing- but that wasn't the part that bothered him the most. He probably wouldn't have been happy if the father had been someone she'd met on the island, but it would have been easier to take. The fact that it was someone from Beacon Hills, someone she had a pre-existing relationship with, someone she was close friends with, had feelings for, maybe even loved- that was what had pushed him over the edge.

There was just no way he could compete with that. They weren't even playing the same game much less in the same league. He'd flashed back to clients in the Capitol. In his experience there were people who had relationships that mattered, and people who were used for sex. He'd always been the later. Apparently with her he still was, and that was the part that hurt. If all she wanted him for was to be a sex toy because she was a little bored with her real boyfriend...well, she couldn't afford his services.

But now he'd had 24 hours to calm down and think things through. Talking to Briseis had helped, but he'd still spend a sleepless night wallowing in misery. Upon reflection, he knew he was over-reacting. It didn't change what he felt, but he knew it was his problem, not hers. This was Sex Island; everyone was sleeping around, it was kind of expected to have recreational sex. He couldn't blame her for that, or for the fact that he'd gotten too attached when he shouldn't have. Briseis had a point that he needed to talk to Lydia, tell her something about how he felt and not just let it fester. He wouldn't dump the whole thing on her, because he didn't want to scare her off if he could help it. Being with her was better than not being with her, even if the terms weren't ideal. They really should get those terms out in the open, though.

He walked into the main camp to meet her, trying not to act as nervous as he felt.