RATED M, SEXUAL NATURE, don't read if you can't handle. Some of it is M rest is T/K.

Let it never be said that I don't listen to my reviewers, the nice ones anyway. Here's a third story to the Haffie life.

Haymitch Abernathy woke up to his empty room. It must have been the hundereth time where he had woken up with his breath smelling of alcohol while his head pounded. Just one drop. He had said to himself. Just one. But of course that escalated from a drop to a bottle. But that was it, just a bottle. In the past it would have become 5. But Effie had changed him. Not completely, but still more than anyone else had ever managed.

And now she was gone. His bed side was empty. The sheets were still untouched apart from a few wrinkles caused by his side being slept in. With great effort he lifted his built frame out of bed and brushed his teeth. Avoiding the mirror the entire time, he couldn't bare to meet his own eyes for fear of seeing the full extent of the scar from his angry fight.

He wiped his face with the towel and quietly creept downstairs. The house was dead silent. It was always like this early in the morning. Grey light seeped through the curtains onto the clean leather furniture. A sight that he would never have seen before because A) he always used to sleep through the day, and B) he never had leather furniture. Effie bought it all for him a quite few years back when she first arrived.

His head still pounded away, so when he believed he smelled Apples he thought he was halucinating. But sure enough as he made his way into the kitchen he saw a red headed woman cleaning the blood off the surfaces.

"Have I ever told you," he leaned against the door frame, "that you are one foxy lady Effie Abernathy."

"Yes." She replied simply without lifting her head. Her voice remain cold towards him.

"I love you-" He tried.

"Its not going to work." She chimed. She took out a plate and shoved the food onto it and placed it delicately onto the table. She would have slammed it if she could. Then in a very Trinket-like mannor, she walked to the door he was standing at.

"Move." She glared a him as he blocked her exit.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." He reasoned.

"Haymitch, move."

"No. Come back to bed Effie. Its 4 am."

She continued to glare and he bent down on his knees. "I'm begging now princess."

A shiver went down her spine as she heard him use her pet name, it was reserved for their most intimate times. She remained unwavering though. He raised an eyebrow and then smirked. Knowing exactly how to earn her forgiveness. He moved closer to her and began kissing her bare thigh.

"Haymitch..." She protested only a little. He could tell she was enjoying it in part as she ran her fingers through his hair. He ran his tongue along her pale skin and moved her short silk night dress up as he kissed her panties. She let out a small giggle. "Now you're just playing dirty."

He made her open her legs wider and settled himself between them. "Only way I know how princess." He pushed aside her lingerie and began sucking at her. He found her clit with his tongue and rubbed against it slowly. Her breathing became laboured and she grabbed the door frame to steady herself. As he began playing with it more and more her breaths became shorter and shorter until she was panting.

"Oh," She groaned again and again. Each time he sucked inside her, not wasting anything. Sensing she was about to climax, he forced her legs onto his shoulders and laid her down on the floor beneath him so she wouldn't collapse. She stiffened as she came to him.

"Am I forgiven?" He asked, sitting up with her lying down in front of him knowing the answer.

She just about managed to nod. He smirked and leaned over to her face. He kissed her lips and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. They kept their lips locked as he sat back up and pulled her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he realised what she wanted with out even having to say it. He held her closely and pulled them up. She kissed his lips and tousled his blonde hair between her fingers as he took them upstairs to their bedroom.

He shoved her against the wall relishing in the little squeal she made. She released her legs from around his waist and pushed him onto the bed. He chuckled as she took control. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt as her mouth stayed on his. She pinned him to the bed by sitting on his legs. She pulled off her dress and threw it on his face. When he pulled it off she was sitting ontop of him holding a brown bottle and a cottong pad.

"What the-"

"This is going to sting." She dabbed the cotton pad onto his left cheek.

"Mother of god!" He yelled as he was met with a stinging. "What are you doing woman?"

"I'm cleaning up your scar. Now sit still."

"But I thought we were gonna- you know,"

"It was the only way to get you up here willingly. You can be a baby when it comes to pain."

He inhaled sharply as she dabbed once more. She was right as usual. He probably would've put off tending to the scar.

"Can I atleast have a kiss?"

She rolled her eyes and leaned down to kiss him. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and grabbed her by the derrier. They, slyly while she was engulfed, he slid his hand up her back and all at once he rolled her under him. The bottle flew out of her hand onto the floor.

"Haymitch," she frowned.

"Come on Princess," he leaned down and kissed her neck. She gave in and pulled down his trousers, stroking him. He pulled down her panties and gently eased himself into her. She let out a sigh as he did. He had always been well endowned and was never modest about it. The fact that he filled her completely gave him great satisfaction. She held him close to her and he drew back only a little, his strokes were short but deep. His pace began to quicken and she climaxed quickly, but he wasn't done. He pushed her legs apart and pulled out further this time, then slammed back into her. She let out a erogeneos cry. He did it faster and faster, she squeled and moaned beneath him until finally she orgasmed and he collapsed on her chest.

"How was I?" He asked with a smirk.

She just laughed, "Ok," she patted his hair, "but the sex isn't my favourite part."

"But it is the best part right?" He said, feeling his ego was a little bruised.

She laughed once more, "not to me. The best part is lying here with you." She kissed his head. "And if you've gotten me pregnant again I will kill you."

He lifted his head with a grin. "Come on, don't you think another one would be brilliant."

She glared, "I don't recall you having to push them out."

He nodded, "but I did have to deal with pregnant Effie and she is a..." He stopped half way when she gave him the death stare "...most beautiful and wonderful person ever."

"Good save." She got up and walked to the shower, in their en suite bathroom "besides, five is quite enough. Your like a rabbit in heat Haymitch, I swear."

There was a huge thudding and followed by squealing.

"And they're up." He chimed at Effie who was in the shower.

There was a rapid knocking on the door. "Dad! Ephraim broke my figurine!" Trinket, their second oldest daughter yelled, "would you please inform him that I am no longer speaking to him until he buys me a new one out of his OWN money."

He got up and slipped on his clothes. He pulled open the door. Ephraim was leaning against the wall with his dark black hair in a mess as usual. He was 16 years and the oldest. He was basically a younger, more brooding version of Haymitch. Trinket was their most stubborn child at 12 years of age. The twins, (Dayril and Mia) with their mops of red hair and blue eyes, were running around the house screaming, they were 5. And Lia, his brunette 8 year old girl, was probably sitting in bed reading.

"Okay. Ephraim how did her doll break?"

He began walking along the hall and tidying up the toys the twins were chucking. The minute they got up they started creating chaos.

"It spouted wings and flew into the wall when Trinket was going through my stuff."

"Is that true Trinket, did you go through his stuff?" Haymitch asked.

"Well technically-"

"No technically," he pointed at her holding a toy phone in his hand, "you do not go through other people's stuff Trink. Now you both are grounded for two days for being as bad as each other."

Just then one of the twins ran by yelling.

"Enough!" He yelled. They stopped. "Okay. Ephraim, Trinket and you two," he pointed at Dayril and Mia, "satans helpers," he murmured. "Go downstairs and sit yourselves around the kitchen table. They did as he ordered and walked down the stairs. Apart from the twins who slid down the banisters. "I feel like I'm forgeting someone..." He said to himeself.

"Lia!" Effie yelled to him from the bathroom.

"That's who," he peered infront of the bathroom door. "Thank you sexy momma,"

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself.

"You're welcome."

He kissed her on the lips and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You know we still have time..." He nuzzled her neck and she giggled.

"I'M STILL UP HERE GUYS!"

They looked out to see Lia marching down the hall way with a heavy book under her arm. She stopped at them and looked Haymitch up and down. "Keep it in your pants Abernathy." And she adjusted her glasses then walked down the stairs.

Effie looked at him and laughed into his chest while he blushed. "Why do are our daughters so..."

"Stubborn? Ahead of their age? I guess they take after my mother." She sighed. "What a family we've got."

"A family that needs feeding." He corrected.

"Oh! I'll make pancakes."

"Please don't," Lia yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I swear she has hearing like a hawk."

"But she has a point princess. Your cooking is kind of..."

"Kind of what Haymitch?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"Kind of awesome..." He smiled warily, "but to be on the safe side and give you a break, I'll cook today."

"Good save Mr Abernathy."

"Thank you Mrs Abernathy."