Re: Dream: Finnick & Annie
That was one of the things about Annie - she didn't demand anything from him other than what he was, who he was. She didn't whisper secrets in his ear in exchange for whatever pleasure the Capitol ordered him to give, and he was grateful for that. He could be himself around her, and that was a precious, precious thing.
A soft kiss, a moment of absolute bliss and perfection. He whispered his love to her, his arms tightening around her, fearing to let her go, to let her float away.