Our Own "Happy ever after..."

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and no money as been made out of this.

AN.: So, this is my first Hunger Games' fanfictions! Just a warning, there will be lots of sex in the story, soo... Enjoy! By the way, sorry for any possible mistakes. I'm portugese and just fourteen, so I'm still learning.

Chapter 1

The train was painly slow. The weather outside was warm, just like what she remembered from her childhood. The trees were red and yellow, making colourfull carpets on the ground. The sunset left the sky in a colour of pink, maybe a little orange, just like the outfit of the women sitting next to the window. Her wig and make up screaming "Capitol", her dress hugging her curves, and high heels incredibly. Effie couldn't wait to take all that crap out of her.

It was still a weak to The Reaping, but it would be nice to have some hollidays. Even if it is just a week... Being an Escort wasn't easy. Having to live with all those children on her head... And she had to have another job, because after all, you can't be an Escort all year.

The train stoped, and the women grabbed her stuff and got out, heading to the Victor's Village. She had never been like that in Twelve. Normally, there would be someone waiting for her, maybe a peacekeeper, but not this time. It wasn't a politic visit, so she was alone.

Everyone looked at her in the District. Effie was in the midle of the market (really, why had the train to be so far from the houses?) when she heard someone calling her.

"Are you lost, princess?"there was no way she wouldn't recognize that voice.

"You're drunk." she stated.

"When am I not?" the men retorted. Effie turned around and stared into Haymitch's grey eyes for what looked like an eternity. He stand up from where he sat in the bar, and come close. They stared at each other. It was just to much, and they burst in to laughter, hugging each other.

They were aware of the eyes plastered on them, they didn't care. They never did when they were together. The Victor took the Escort arm and walked away with her, in the direction of the Village. They didn't talk much while walking, but as soon as they got to Haymitch's house, they couldn't take it any more.

Their mouths crushed together. The kiss wasn't gentle. It was full of need and lust. They batled for dominance for a few seconds before Haymitch pin her against a wall. She moaned in is mouth, sucking on his lower lip. His hand traveled to her head, taking out the pins that hold her wig. Soon, he was caressing her wild strawberry blond curls, while playing with her hearlow. She grabed his hair, pushing his head down, 'till her breasts. He carried her to the livingroom, and let himself fall on the carpet. He leeked around her niples (her dress had been discarded along the way), while she undid his belt. It was a relief when his dick got out, because his trousers had been way to tight. Haymicht looked in her eyes. She was staring at his hard member with lust, mouth open. Whithout warning, he pushed one finger inside of her. She was wet. Very wet, but he couldn't stop himself from teasing her. He pushed another finger inside of her,and thrust sowly...

"Haymicht, please..." Effie's voice came in a whimper.

"What's the deal, sweatheart?" she could hear the smirk in his voice. While he was distracted teasing her, she got an idea.

Sudendly, she pushed him backwards, and sat on top of him. A grunt escaped his lips. Effie grabed his showlders and started moving her hips. Up, down, up, down... Her eyes were closed, her mouthe opened, letting moans and whimpers escape. Her breasts were bouncing with the increase of rythim, and Haymicht grabed one squeezing it. His other hand traveled down her back, stoping on her butt cheek. He pulled Effie down, rolling, now standing on top of her. He kissed her neck, her shoulders and her mouth. Haymitch could feel her coming close. Her walls tightened around him.

"Oh Haymitch!" she came full force.

"Effie!" it wasn't long until he spiled his seed inside of her.

They both layed there, panting and tired. The Escort rested her head on the Victor's shoulder, while he put an arm around her waist.

"Why can't we ever get to the bed?" it wasn't really a question, just a matter of fact.

"I didn't hear you complainning when I had my dick inside you."

"Never said I didn't like it."she smile and gave him a peck on the lips, before standing up and start collecting her clothes.

"What are you doing?" he frowned. Haymicht didn't understood why she had to get away from him so soon.

"I'm going to drees something more confortable. Those heels have been killing me all day." she quickly put on some black trousers, a white t-shirt and sandals. Jumping on th couch, she relaxed and smiled."It's good to do nothing..."

"So, how did you get the autorisation to come here a week before the Reaping. I thought Snow wouldn't let anyone travel." it was weird indeed. Everyone knew it was forbiden to travel between Districts and between them and the Capitol. But there she was, sprawled like a cat on his sofa, Effie Trinket.

"It wasn't very dificult. From time to time, it needs to be made a report about every District. Anyone can voluntier for that task, but no one wants to live in a District for a all week, so I said that 'cause I was already going there, I wouldn't mind to do it. And I said I would try to keep you sober."

"You what?!"he was standing up in front of her in a matter of seconds. "I'm not going to be sober just 'cause of you, you know?!" how could she had donne such a thing without asking him before.

"Haymicht, relax. I said I would try, not make it happen. You can get drunk all you want." she really couldn't see the problem this time. He had asked her if she could come earlier on that year, and had left her no excuses, so she had to make up one. As simple as that.

"And it didn't occur you to fucking tell me?!"

"Language! And I'm telling you now! Really, what's the problem?"

"Get out of my house." he pointed a finger to the door, glaring at her.

"You can't be serious..." she was completely stunned.

"Get out of my damn house right now!"

"Language! You're one of the most insufereble man I have ever the displeaser of metting!" she grabed her stuff and got out closing the door behind her. (a proper lady must never slam the door).

She walked to the house identified has "7", and openned the door. It was just as she remembered. The walls painted in orange, the yellow couch and armchair, the white curtains with pink flowers, the kitchen table made of wood, where she had helped her grandma preparing lunch and ate sandwishes so many times, all those years ago. She remembered playing with her grandpa, climbing to trees, camping on the backywarde, looking at the stars... Those were her bests Summer holidays ever. There, she didn't have to be all "lady like", she could do whatever she wanted. She woud never be able of thanking her grandparents for that.

Her grandpa had been Adolf Sanders, the first Victor from Distric Twelve, who had married his Escort, Angela White. They had moved to Twelve, and had a litle girl, Alma Sanders, her mother. Years latler, she married Nicolaus Trinket, and had two girls: Miranda Trinket and Euphemia Trinket. Because no one from her family wanted the house, she kept it as hers.

Effie run upstairs and unpacked in a blink. She spent the evenning exploring everything, remembering and reading the books of her childhood. It was noon when Effie went to bed. The day had been quite stressfull, with all the trip and the argument with Haymicht. She still couldn't believe they had fallen out because of... she didn't even knew why! She should have known it would be a mistake to travel to District Twelve.

Haymicht sighted and let himself drop on the couch. He covered his face with his hands. Why had everything to be so difficult? Why had she promessed something like that without asking him? He didn't trust Snow. She should 've known better. Looking down, he notted he was still naked.

He got up, dressed himself and headed to the Hob. Graesy Sae would certainly have something for him. He looked at the house number seven. The lights were on. It was a surprise to him when in the last Games, in the midle of a conversation between him, Chaff, Finnick, Joanna and her, she had droped how beautifull Twelve was in the Summer. This had awaken the curiosity of all of them, since normaly the Games occur in Winter. So she told them about her family and her Summer holidays spent there. And Haymicht invited her to go there on holidays. He hadn't bothered to know what excuse she would get, but he wasn't expecting this. Not from her at least.

"So, what do you want Haymitch?" Graesy Sae asked him as soon as he entered.

"The same. And a roast." he sat on the bar.

"Hey, Haymicht, what is Trinket doing here? The Reaping is just in one week." Gary, one of the men that spent the most part of his time there asked from the corner where he sat.

"Making a report about Twelve." he ate a spoon of the roast. He hoped to avoid the elefant in the room.

"Yes? You too looked very happy to see each other." Graesy Sae stated, smirking. She knew this kind of things. She knew Haymicht. She had seen him before the Quell.

"She doesn't like to make a scene." he mumble, his hand gripping the botle harder each passing second.

"You did quite a scene out there hugging and laugthing in the midle of the street." laugther roar around him.

"I don't even understand how you can even talk to her. You've seen her. She is so..."

Haymicht didn't bother answering. He stood up and left. He walked without thinking,

without paying attention to the way he was taking. He was so entraled in is thoughts that he didn't heard his name being called. If it wasn't for the hand on his shoulder he wouldn't have stoped.

"Haymitch, is everything alright?"

"Hazelle... Yeah, yeah... I'm fine..."

"Is it about Trinket? You shouldn't bother yourself thinking about her. You deserve so much more than to have to hear her babbling all day.." she rested a hand on his chest. This left him a bit shaken...

"I...hum... I'm fine, really Hazelle. I really should be going..."

"Haymitch!" he was already walking away when she called him back. "If you need anything... Just know that I'm here for you, ok?"

He didn't bother aswering (again), and kept walking. He was too drunk, too woried about Effie and their fight... It was just too much, and soon he was passed out on the couch.