This isn't very good in my opinion. It is my first Hayffie work but I'd like to see what you all think. Please leave a comment.

"Oh God, Mitch!" Effie Trinket cries out as Haymitch Abernathy slams into her one last time holding her hips tightly. He collapses on top of her and the both breathe heavily. He pulls out of her and rolls over onto his back. She stays on her stomach and looks over at him.

"I still hate you." She says airily.

"Right back at you, Princess." He rolls his eyes. She pushes herself up from the bed and crawls over him to reach for the bottle on the nightstand. She takes a swig of the beverage.

"How much longer do you think the boy will last?" She rests her head on his bare chest, her blond curls spilling over his pale skin.

"I don't think he'll survive through the night." Haymitch answers wearily.

"Yeah, I'm surprised he made it this far." She sits up long enough to take another swig of alcohol before returning to his torso.

"Did you know that you are the only person who gets to see me like this?" She looks up at him for her place on his chest.

"Yeah, Princess, I figured as much." He's got a hand resting on her back and when she sits up it falls to her ass. She sucks at the bottle again and stares into his eyes.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" She questions. He chuckles darkly.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"Even without the wigs and make up?"

"Especially without them." He grabs the bottle from her hand and finishes the last of it with a few gulps.

"I never did get why you drank when I first met you. Now I understand. Those kids, even if their manners are unheard of, are people. You get to know them and then they just die. They just disappear." Effie moves so she's lying down again. Haymitch nods silently.

"I hate this Haymitch." It sounds like she's crying and he doesn't know what to do but put an arm around her shoulders.

"Me too princess."

"I don't want to do this anymore." She sobs.

"You don't have to." He trails a finger down her back. "You can quit your job anytime you want. I'm stuck here until I die." She shakes her head at him.

"You're the only think that makes me forget. You make me forget the pain and I cannot lose you." She looks up at him.

"I know." He sighs. He knows how she feels. He can never leave the Games and even if he could, he'd never forget but, for the few moments of passion they have together, Effie makes him forget how to hurt. He drops the empty bottle to the ground and it clinks against another glass. Effie falls asleep on his chest but not without reminding him that she still hates him.

"Same to you, Princess." He replies. They remind each other that they hate the other because what they have could so easily be misconstrued as love or need. They can't love each other and they certainly don't need each other. She's from the Capitol and he's a drunk from District Twelve and they should despise each other but that doesn't mean that every year at the Games they don't fall asleep in each others arms and whenever they are apart they wish they weren't. The sound of a cannon and Ceasar Flickerman announcing the death of 'the last Tribute of District Twelve' is what Haymitch hears before he falls asleep with his arms wrapped around Effie Trinket.