Summary: The five times Haymitch and Effie slept together. It started with nothing but they may have created something inadvertently.

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One

It started out with nothing more than him trying to shut out the sound of her sniffling. She tried to be as quiet as possible but in the silence that followed the death of their last Tribute so early on in the game, the sound of Effie's crying pierced loudly through the Penthouse. He gripped the neck of his bottle tighter and ground his teeth.

It was Effie Trinket's third year as an Escort and they had already established a polite disdain for each other's company. The foolish woman had actually been quite taken by the pair of District Twelve tributes this year. She had gone as far as to refer to them as children instead of Tributes like she had done the previous two years and he bit his cheek in time to stop himself from lashing out at her not to form an attachment, if she could even form one. He doubted all those Capitol puppets had a heart to begin with. They were probably born empty and ready to accept whatever their dear President dictated.

Haymitch could barely stand being in the same room as her and he found himself quite taken aback when he had silenced her crying by pressing his lips to hers. He kept telling himself as his grip on the bottle slackened that he couldn't stand the sight of her crying. It made her seem human and he didn't want to see that. She was a Capitol manipulation and that was all she would remain to him. Not human, not human, he thought fiercely but that train of thought soon abandoned him when she returned his kisses with as much ferocity.

The bottle dropped with a heavy thud on the carpeted floor and watched as her eyes flutter shut; a tear still clung onto her long emerald eyelashes. Effie gripped his front shirt as he explored her mouth with his tongue. As he pushed her back against the sofa, one of her hands pulled the throw pillow trapped beneath her hip and let it fall on the floor.

His hands roughly pulled her skirt up and her legs parted for him. Haymitch kneeled on top her and tore the front of her dress, the buttons flying wildly clattering around in the room. The grip she had on his hair loosened as she tried to take her wig off her head with Haymitch kissing and sucking on her neck. He stilled her hands when he realized what she was attempting to do.

"Leave it, Trinket. Leave the wig alone," he growled into her ear.

As curious as he was about Effie's natural hair, tonight, he wanted to remind himself that she was just like the rest of them; that she was as Capitol as when he first met her. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to rid himself of the image of her crying just moments ago.

No, she's just another Capitol woman I take to bed.

He palmed her breast, a hand slipping down her navel to find her wet folds. He was rewarded with throaty groan and an arch of her back.

That night passed in a blur of tangled limbs, scraping teeth, long sigh and loud groans. He collapsed beside her on the sofa, flat on his stomach with a hand thrown carelessly over her chest. She turned to look at him, a million questions reflected in her eyes and he turned his head away and fell asleep. He felt ashamed of himself for having just slept with Effie Trinket. If it was any other woman, he never had to see them again but this was Effie the sight of her smudge lipsticks, lopsided wig and the way she moan as she came was not something he could easily forget.

When he woke up the next day, she was gone and his train ticket was on the coffee table under an empty liquor bottle he must have finished the night before.

They never spoke of that incident again. For many years to come, their relationship from then on was merely professional.


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