A/N: This is just a practice romance round for my upcoming story (title to be determined).
Update: The first chapter of this story (When Ice Meets Fire-sorry lame title) is up if you wanna check it out!
I feel like I've slept for a week; it feels amazing. I can actually feel a smile betraying me as I roll over. I quickly realize that I'm not in my bed. These are not my sheets.
Last night comes crashing back to me. Now I'm struggling against the drugged fog in my brain trying to remember every detail. I think I slept with Haymitch? Yes I definitely did. This is his room, this is most definitely his bed. And I'm most definitely naked.
Before I even have time to register how I feel about this recollection of events, I smell fried eggs. They smell delicious. I quickly grab what appears to be a clean shirt from Haymitch's dresser and quietly slip downstairs and into the kitchen. I take a second to relish the sight. Haymitch is cooking. Haymitch knows how to cook. I think the latter thought is even more astonishing than the former. He's had us all fooled.
As I feel the corners of my mouth turn up, my growling stomach gives me away. Haymitch turns to look at me, a wide smirk (no…a grin?) crossing his rough features. I don't think I've ever seen Haymitch genuinely smile. It's so shocking and infectious that I'm smiling back at him. We just stand there smiling at each other for a few seconds.
I think he is the first to recover, turning his back to me and offering breakfast. As we sit across from each other to eat, I notice Haymitch is stealing glances at me, clearly trying to see how I feel about last night. Last night… oh yeah. I try to will my face to stay neutral as I sort out last night.
Having sex with Haymitch feels amazing. Not just because he knows how to make it the most pleasurable experience in the world but because I can simply choose whether I'd like to have sex with him. I can't believe he can make me laugh, even when I'm breathless and vulnerable. Last night we were both actually laughing as we stripped our clothes off each other. I even laughed as he ate me out because his stubble tickled my thighs, which in turn caused him to laugh, making me laugh even harder.
I looked up from my now emptied breakfast plate to meet his intense Seam gray eyes. While maintaining the same amount of intensity in my eyes as his I plastered another smile on my face. This was all the permission he needed. He practically jumped over the table as his lips crashed into mine, hands grabbing my thighs to lift me up against him, carrying me back to the bedroom. I sent a flurry of kisses across his neck and chest. I love this.
As we break apart for air, I whisper, "Haymitch…" I watch as worry quickly flashes across his face before he masks it.
"Yes sweetheart?" He says, trying to give me a slight smile.
The fact that he doesn't say sweetheart sarcastically doesn't go unnoticed. In fact, I kind of like the way he said it this time. It was actually endearing.
You make me happy. I smile at him, hoping that he understands what I'm trying to say since words have escaped me. The way he smiles back tells me he understands.
Before I realize it, we're both naked again. In my bed. When I give him a questioning look he replies with a smirk, "What? There are a total of five beds in this house. I wanted to make sure we tested them all out."
"But we haven't—" I begin to remind him that we've only had sex in his bed before being cut off.
"We have the entire day to get around to it," he says, coaxing another laugh out of me.