Well whose lucky eh? Two oneshots in two days... This was a prompt handed to me on tumblr asking for voyeurism. I hope its okay, let me know and if you have a prompt you can send me an ask on my tumblr justanotherforgottenfairytale and as you can tell I really don't mind writing porn. Or fluff, or death and torture...
anyway, I hope you enjoy,
Haymitch had always maintained his habit of searching his room every year for bugs, mainly due to the never ending paranoia that the Capitol was watching and waiting to punish him. Who could blame him? After, the deaths of his family due to his insubordination during his games Haymitch always made it a priority. So after he had checked all the most obvious places; vents, cupboards, the top of drawers and the like ,he decided to play with the full length mirror. It was set upon the wall and it had roused his suspicions during his hunt, his eyes constantly flicking back to it as it was new. Running callous hands quickly and smoothly down the side of the raised glass frame he frowned when he felt an out of place notch. This was the tributes living space and there were no damages upon arriving, they had to be perfect which meant that the notch was purposeful. Leaning around the side, his face flat against the wall as a hand went to brush the dirty blonde hair from his eyes, the mentor squinted at the side of the frame. Sure enough, it wasn't a notch nor was it a listening bug but rather a button. Piqued by curiosity Haymitch found himself pressing it, taking a quick glance at the nearest bottom corner of the mirror the mentor found a number 1 had appeared. When he pressed it again it read 2 and when he pressed it again it went back to clear. Interesting. He flicked it back onto setting one.
Leaning back his eyebrows shot into his hairline well, well, well he thought moving back so his knees hit the back of the mattress. Sitting upon its firm surface, still facing the mirror Haymitch leaned forward, his elbows rested on his slightly parted knees as he took in the view on the mirror. It no longer showed his reflection but rather another bedroom and judging by the gaudy "fashionable" costumes that he could see he knew exactly whose. With a smirk upon his face Haymitch waited to see when his favourite escort would appear. To startle her of course and perhaps terrorise her with the information later. However, he hadn't in that moment expected a woman to come wandering out of the en-suite wrapped in nothing but a towel. Perhaps he had miscalculated, that wasn't the Capitol bred Effie Trinket he knew. But the room nextdoor was hers, and those clothes were hers. Squinting his eyes slightly, he stared hard at the young woman's face devoid of make-up and wigs.
"Well fuck me," The murmur barely left his mouth as he watched the oblivious woman in the mirror. Effie was patting her hair dry with a smaller hand towel and Haymitch had to lick his dry lips. Taking the image of her in he was stunned. Glossy, fair skin that appeared silken to the touch still glistened as water droplets ran tired races down her legs. The towel wrapped around her body barely reached her thigh leaving nothing to the imagination. Her hair, he would have thought she would have died it underneath those ridiculous wigs for appearances sake but alas, it was natural. A warm, honey blonde in fact. Who would have thought? And her face, clear of the caked on make up she usually wore showed she had a splattering of tiny freckles across her nose. She looked so young and small. She looked beautiful. As he watched her begin to run a brush through her hair he froze as she hesitated a moment, her blue eyes tracking the length of the mirror a moment before she carried on. She didn't know he was watching. If she had she would have gone crazy he knew. It must be a two way mirror.
Standing up, Effie walked over to her door. Haymitch's brow crinkled before he heard the jangling noise of the handle. Ah, checking it was locked. Good Girl. It was only moments later that she appeared back in view as she rounded the side of the bed closest to the mirror. With her back to him, he felt the wind leave his lungs instantaneously as she dropped the white fluffy towel to the floor. With his interest piqued he leaned closer, barely sat upon his own bed anymore. She turned, one arm hanging by her side, the other across her chest and holding her upper arm. Haymitch's jaw dropped as he took in the sight. And she didn't stop there, sitting down agonisingly slowly (or so he thought) Effie spread her legs, a hand dipping down to her centre to quickly brush her fingers across her folds before raising them before her face. She seemed to be transfixed by the sight of her slick fingers before she popped them in her mouth sucking hard. Haymitch groaned loudly his hands flying to his trousers as he rushed to open them and let his hardening cock free. His eyes never left Effie, as she dropped one hard to circle her clit and the other to squeeze at taught nipples. This was the most erotic display he had seen in his life and he'd be damned if anyone found out. Stroking his length slowly but firmly he watched her ministrations. She had moved the hand that had been playing with her breasts to the mattress to bare some of her weight as she sat back. Her legs opened further allowing Haymitch to have a front row seat, she was so wet. Her head tipped back as her fingers stroked once, twice against her folds before pushing into her centre. With the opening of her mouth Haymitch would have betted his life that she had just cried out and he was only minorly disappointed that he wasn't able to hear the sound. Stroking harder now, he felt his nails claw into the sheets beside him as he watched her pump her fingers in and out, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Wiping the other hand across her sweat soaked forehead in an attempt to wipe away matted hair small smile inched across her pale lips. She was close he realised. With only a few more pumps and strokes to her clit Effie came undone, her mouth open in a silent scream as her back fell against the mattress behind her. Haymitch came almost immediately afterwards, the vision of his colleague climaxing his undoing.
After several moments of them both lying on their beds, catching their breaths. Effie shifted into a sitting position, her bare legs crossed, her frame leaning forwards so her chin rested upon her hand which rested upon her knee. She continued staring at her reflection in the mirror for several minutes, her grin widening into a full Cheshire cat smile. Leaning forwards Effie blew a kiss to the mirror and winked. The red number 1 at the bottom of the glass disappeared. He had received the message.
