A/N: I'm going to post a few drabbles or "missing scenes" from various points in the story's timeline. Hope you guys like this. :)
This takes place two or so years after the revolution.
I jolt awake in the middle of the night, with my heartbeat pounding in my ears and beads of cold sweat on the back on my neck. It's the middle of the night and I'm frozen. Finnick has the blanket wrapped around himself tightly, and I'm barely covered by the slightly dampened thin sheet. He shifts awake and groans, turning towards me. "Hey, are you alright?" He asks, his voice hoarse from sleep.
"Just a nightmare," I brush it off, sighing. There's no way I'm going to be able to go back to sleep, so I sit up and peek out the window. It's still dark out, but from what I can tell, there's a thin coating of snow on the ground. It looks like no more than half a foot, but I can't help but smile. Snow makes everything look so... peaceful. "Hey, Finn? It's snowing outside."
He practically jumps out of bed and runs towards the window. I've forgotten that a snowfall in District 4 is a rare event. Finnick's eyes practically light up at the sight. "Let's go outside!"
"It's three thirty." I point out, yawning.
"And?" Finn asks like it's the most obvious thing in the world. He throws on a pair of pants and a sweatshirt while I find a hat somewhere. I'm glad I kept some of my winter clothing even though they don't even really even have a winter here. At the coldest, I feel the need to maybe wear a light jacket or a sweater. But that just makes tonight's snowfall so much better.
I practically skip into the back yard, laughing as he sticks his tongue out to collect snowflakes. I flop down in the powder on the grass, and make a snow angel, not really caring that the wetness is seeping into my back. Finnick tries to make one too, but ends up messing it up when he tries to stand up. We're both laughing so hard that I can't breathe.
This feels nice. It feels easy, almost natural. I think this is what love is supposed to be like. Two people being careless and having fun with each other, without nightmares or stress or blackmail or all that feeling dirty. That's not to say that everything's perfect. I know it's not, and that's really alright. Finnick still wakes up thrashing and screaming, and probably wakes up half of the Victor's Village - well now it's just the Luxury Homes for District's 4 richest. But most won't move in here, because of all the terrible things that have happened in these homes. This will be the second year where the kids will go to school on Reaping Day, the adults will go to work, and everything will be ordinary. There's no sacrifice, no murders and no real torture. Everyone knows, anyone who wasn't a small child before the Revolution. They still will straighten up when you talk about the Games, or give the survivors weird looks. It's usually a mix of terror and appreciation.
"Hey, Katniss. You still there? You have an eyelash on your cheek." Finnick calls me back to reality, wiping it off with the pad of his thumb. He kisses me hard, and I fall back onto him in the snow. We clash in a mixture of tongue and teeth and lips and snow everywhere. I don't realize that we've been out here for hours until I notice how chilled I am from the half-melted snow and how the sun is already almost up, fingers of pinks and oranges stretching across the horizon.
"We should probably go back in." I point out, sitting up.
"Yeah. I'll make some tea if you get us towels." He suggests, attempting to wipe the snow off his pants.
"Or, you could just get cleaned up with me?" I suggest, pulling him inside with me. I'm positive that maybe, just maybe, things could be getting better.
A/N: I'm gonna try to post a few short things weekly, just because I don't really want to end this. As always, review or message me if you'd like. Getting the notification emails from you guys is probably the greatest thing ever to wake up to. (Well maybe besides Sam Claflin)