The celebrations had long since come to an end, many District Thirteen citizens retiring to their beds in preparation for an early start the next morning. But Finnick and Dahlia were still high off the buzz from their euphoria and happiness. They stumbled messily through the corridors with their fingers intertwined as loud bouts of laughter escaped their throats. They were surely pissing off a number of officials attempting to earn some rest, but they didn't care. They were young and in love, this was their night.

Finnick gently pushed Dahlia against the door to their living quarters, lips immediately attaching to hers as his hands found their home on her waist. Through a series of hurried kisses, Finnick managed to mumble out, "God, you look so beautiful."

Dahlia barely had the chance to react to the compliment before Finnick was diving back in, this time to attack her neck. A breathless giggle left her lips at the new sensation, feeling a bubble of pleasure rise to the surface as his lips brushed over her sensitive skin. Her hands blindly fumbled around for the door handle, realising that if they didn't get inside now then Finnick might just take her on the wall outside. Not that she was complaining too much about that, but she'd prefer not to give the people of District Thirteen an after-celebration show.

Her hand landed on the handle just as Finnick's fingers had begun to trail up to the fastenings of her dress. Pulling away with a teasing look, Dahlia winked at her man and quickly forced the door open to disappear inside. Finnick wasted no time following her in, finding her standing in front of the vanity removing the delicate pins from her hair with a feigned expression of innocence.

The door was swiftly shut behind him as Finnick stalked closer to Dahlia with slow calculated steps. "And what do you think you're doing all the way over there, my darling wife?" He asked in a sultry voice, his tone low and deep as he struggled to control his urges.

Glancing over her shoulder with dark alluring eyes, Dahlia cryptically replied, "I'm getting ready for bed, dear husband." Fighting to keep the smirk off her features, she then strolled leisurely over to Finnick whose eyes followed her every move. She let her hand meet the material of his wedding suit, caressing over it with a feathery touch as she continued walking past. "I think I'm going to wear one of your shirts tonight. It will be--"

Suddenly, Finnick's hand shot out and grasped her wrist to halt her in place. Dahlia's head snapped up to face him expectantly as he pulled her into his chest, noticing the uncommonly dark gleam in his hooded eyes. Voice husky with lust, he leaned down until their lips were mere millimetres away and calmly remarked, "The only thing you're going to be wearing tonight is the wedding ring on your finger."

Then he sealed his promise with a firm kiss, successfully distracting her enough to allow his hands to glide up her back and reach the zip of her dress. He slid the zipper down at an agonisingly slow pace, taking his time to let his fingers explore the smooth skin finally on offer to him. Dahlia decided to return the favour and tug impatiently at the material covering Finnick's chest. Her nimble fingers made much quicker work of the buttons blocking her way, practically ripping the shirt off Finnick's shoulders.

"Someone's eager." He commented cheekily, reluctantly separating from her to toss the shirt to the side dismissively.

"You're one to talk." Dahlia retorted as her hands possessively raked down her husband's uncovered chest. When her fingers dipped dangerously low, Finnick caught her wrists in his grasp and whirled her around so her back was against his chest.

"Of course I'm eager." He whispered seductively as he positioned his face in her neck, letting his lips brush against the shell of her ear. A shiver ran down her spine at the proximity while Finnick ran his fingertips up and down her exposed arms, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "You've been kept from me for far too long. And then I was told to keep my hands to myself until today. But now..." Dahlia nearly felt her knees buckle as Finnick placed an open-mouthed kiss to the back of her neck while hooking his fingers under the straps of her dress. As he glided the fabric down her arms, his lips followed behind to make their mark on her battle-hardened skin. "I'm going to claim what's mine."

The dress finally slipped from her frame, pooling around her feet like the sea of District Four. Now unrestricted by the limits of clothing, Finnick allowed his hands to wander and explore every crevice of his wife's body. From tracing the healed scars on her back from the mutt attack during the Quarter Quell to dancing along the enticing curve of her hips, he admired all the features now exposed to his gaze. All the secrets he had yet to uncover, all the imperfections that made her perfect to him. She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen.

The longer Finnick's loving caresses went on, the more desperate Dahlia became. Her legs were shaking so badly in anticipation that they were struggling to hold her upright. As the touches moved down in the direction of where Dahlia needed it most, her head fell back to land on Finnick's shoulder for support and her eyes closed in euphoric bliss.

"Please..." She breathed out helplessly, begging for Finnick's hand to move just a little further down. But Finnick was in a particularly teasing mood and snatched his fingers away at the last second. Dahlia groaned out in frustration and practically collapsed against him, leaving Finnick to hold up her body. He swiftly scooped her up into his arms bridal-style and pressed her tightly to his bare chest.

"I always knew I would sweep you off your feet." Finnick stated smugly as he carried Dahlia over to the bed in a few short strides. Placing her down gently on the edge of the mattress, he was quick to kneel down in the gap between her legs and stare up at her with a shit-eating grin. He gripped her thighs and littered sweet kisses all over her stomach as he murmured, "Do I truly make you so weak in the knees?"

"I've just..." Dahlia gasped out, running her fingers through Finnick's golden locks as he nipped at her hip. Swallowing harshly, she forced herself to continue, "I've never had someone worship my body with such devotion before."

Pausing in his savage assault on Dahlia's skin, Finnick glanced up to meet his wife's passionate gaze. It was easy to forget that they were not each other's first when they had loved each other for so long. Snow had sold their young bodies to the highest bidders with no regard for who they wanted to give themselves to. If Finnick had been given a choice, he would've chosen Dahlia every time. As long as she had also chosen him.

"Then no one was worthy of looking at your body." Finnick replied sincerely, knowing that no man would ever truly be worthy of his little flower. To have Dahlia is to love every single part of her, not just the parts you want to keep. And Finnick desired every inch of her, the good and the bad. "Are you sure you want this, Lia?"

It was the easiest question Dahlia had ever answered, "More sure than I have ever been in my life... I need you, Finn." Finnick didn't need to be told twice. As Dahlia shuffled backwards on the bed, he crawled after her until her back hit the pillows and he was settled between her thighs. Just as he reached to remove the thin layer of fabric separating him from viewing his wife in all her beauty, Dahlia rolled them over so she was sitting on his hips. Hands propping herself up on his chest, she slyly mururmed, "I think you're a bit overdressed."

"So I am." Finnick agreed, smirking up at his wife as he admired the sight of her naked body perched above his. "Would you like to fix that?" Arching a brow at the man, Dahlia nevertheless started to tug on the buckle concealing his lower half from view. Then she lifted her hips up to begin pushing the material down his legs, never letting her eyes stray from Finnick's as he helped her fully remove the article of clothing. "Now we're even." Before she knew it, Dahlia was laying on her back once more with Finnick pressed tightly against, her sighing in satisfaction, "Much better."

Hooking her legs over his shoulder and curling his fingers under the flimsy fabric, he took his time removing this final piece of clothing. He slowly dragged them up her legs, placing chaste kisses on her calf every now and then until she was finally completely bare beneath him. His eyes gleamed with desire, raking hungrily over her body as she lay vulnerable at his fingertips. He couldn't wait any longer.

Overcome with lust, he hastily ripped his underwear off and tossed it aimlessly to join the rest of their discarded clothes. As he lined himself up with her entrance, he paused and stared in her eyes to check that there was no hint of doubt or regret swimming in her mind. Dahlia could sense the worry growing within him, the fear that he might hurt her or possibly bring up bad memories from the past. But the difference between her Capitol clients and Finnick was that she trusted him. He knew who she truly was, what she was capable of, and loved her because of it. And she loved him.

Dahlia gently cupped Finnick's cheek in a delicate grip, making him stare deeply into her eyes to see how much she wanted him. There was no hesitation in her gaze, just pure love. "I know I'm not your first and you're not mine... But I intend to be your last and you will always be mine." She assured him softly yet passionately, which made him smile in relief. "Now, hurry up and fuck me, Mr Odair."

All anxious thoughts zapped from his mind, a smug smirk curled along his lips as he replied, "Whatever you say, Mrs Odair."

Finnick was more than happy to oblige his wife's wishes and, with her permission, slowly eased himself into her entrance. A guttural groan of satisfaction escaped his throat, mixing euphorically with Dahlia's pleasure-filled moan as he bottomed out inside her. Their ecstasy grew even more once he began to move, thrusting in and out of her at a gentle pace to start off with.

Dahlia's mouth fell open, eyes rolling back into her head as the sweetest sounds Finnick had ever heard tumbled from her divine lips. He immediately wanted to hear it again, making him desperately roll his hips into hers to pull the sound from her mouth. As his desire increased, so did his speed, drilling into his wife like an insatiable machine. She was so addictive to him. A drug that he could never get enough of, a hunger that could never be suppressed. He was feral for her and she was made for him.

"Finn." Dahlia gasped out, hands flying out to grip his biceps for stability as he dug his fingers into her hips. His name on her lips was a symphony to his ears, one that had his hips stuttering slightly before speeding up even more.

Now Dahlia truly felt like she had ascended to heaven. Stars clouded her vision as she lost herself to the sensational pleasure Finnick was providing her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Intimacy with men had always been more of a chore than an enjoyment, but Finnick made her feel so good. She found her body curling into his, desperate to feel his skin on hers, desperate to feel as much of him as she could.

As her back arched off the bed, Finnick's arm slipped underneath and secured her chest flush against his. Dahlia clung to him frantically as she felt her body start to convulse in pleasure, guided through her euphoria by Finnick's murmured encouragement, "That's it, little flower. Just like that. God, you're fucking perfect!"

Years of suppressed longing and pining were finally released in one last shuddering jolt, bringing a wave of relief to both Finnick and Dahlia. Like the floodgates had been opened within them and carried them home at last. Lost in this paradise of bliss, Dahlia managed to whisper breathlessly into her husband's ear, "I love you, Finn."

And Finnick placed a loving kiss on her cheek to murmur in return, "I love you too, little flower."