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Peeta made his way over to the spear-throwing station but stopped short when he saw that someone was already there. He'd thought the station was empty, but he now saw that Finnick Odair was lying flat on his back near the spear rack. He was almost naked, having stripped down to his shorts, his phenomenal body on full display. Sweat clung to him. Judging by the number of tridents sticking out dummies, he'd just had quite the workout.
Beside Finnick was a large box of chocolate bonbons wrapped in various bright papers. As Peeta watched, Finnick took one of the bonbons from the box and slowly put it in his mouth. He closed his eyes, a blissful expression coming over his face as he ate the thing. Peeta was looking around for a different station when Finnick lazily turned his head and looked at him.
"Hello Peeta," he said, in a low voice.
"Finnick. Hello," Peeta answered, evenly. Haymitch had said that they were supposed to make allies and Finnick could be a powerful one. "Having a little snack?"
"Mmm," Finnick said. "My reward to myself for a vigorous workout."
Finnick had the ability to make everything sound somehow suggestive.
"Where did you get those?" Peeta asked, gesturing at the bonbons. "They're not on the tribute menus are they?"
The tribute menus listed all the foods that tributes could have sent to them. They were rather extensive, but Peeta didn't remember bonbons being on the list. Admittedly, he'd perused the dessert list pretty thoroughly. He had a bit of a sweet tooth.
Finnick blinked at him. "A very wealthy friend sent me these. You wouldn’t believe how much they cost. But worth every penny, just like me."
Finnick popped another bonbon into his mouth. Right. That was Finnick's whole thing. He'd spent his days since winning the Hunger Games seducing wealthy Capitolites. He was basically a sugar baby.
"Did you eat all of those?" Peeta asked. The box was half-empty. Little multi-colored paper wrappers littered the floor around Finnick.
"Yes," Finnick said. "What? You think I should be worried about my waistline? I don't think that's really a concern for us at this point, honey."
Because most of them would be dead in a few days. That was what Finnick meant.
"Would you like a bonbon, Peeta?" Finnick asked.
Katniss would have refused right away, but Peeta hesitated. He was supposed to be making allies, after all. And he did have a sweet tooth.
Finnick smiled and gestured for him to come sit beside him, sitting up himself. Peeta got on the floor a bit awkwardly and sat cross-legged across from Finnick.
"Let's see," Finnick said, looking down at the chocolate candy. "What would you like? I've got cream-filled, orange, caramel, cherry …"
"I'll try cherry," Peeta said.
"Very sexy," Finnick said, fluttering his eyelashes a bit. He plucked a bonbon from its red paper and held it to Peeta's lips. Peeta was a bit surprised by this but he opened his mouth and allowed Finnick to place the bonbon inside.
The taste was incredible. The chocolate was smooth and decadent and the cherry filling was a burst of sweet flavor. Peeta closed his eyes in appreciation. When he opened them, he found Finnick's green eyes fixed on him.
"Good, aren't they?" Finnick said.
"Wonderful," Peeta admitted.
"You know, Katniss didn't want any of my sugar," Finnick said. "It made me very sad."
"I'm sure she feels awful about that," Peeta said, in a wry voice.
Finnick grinned. Peeta reached for another bonbon.