Haymitch awoke to the sound of giggles, quiet footsteps and...kisses.
'You gotta be kidding me...' Had Peeta brought a Capitol home? Or worse! Had Katniss?
'Not on my watch' he shook his head in amusement and crawled out of bed. All too ready for the farther like telling off he was about to unleash. He opened his door silently but froze at the sight before him. It was Effie.
'Jasper, stop' she whispered in childish giggles as a vibrantly dressed stranger nuzzled and grazed her chin and neck is quick, nibbling kisses. He whispered something in her ear and she growled playfully.
'You can't do that you'll wake the whole house!' Her voice was low and slurred and seductive.
'I think it will be you waking the whole house when I start with you Effie Trinket'
Another explosion of giggles before the stranger cut her off with his lips.
From his darkened door way Haymitch had found him self un able to move. A sort of anger had arose in him that he could not fathom. His fists had tightened as soon as he heard the strange man speak her name. An uncomfortable growl was fighting to be let loose from his lips as he watched Effie's eyes close in ecstasy as the strangers hands roamed further south on her body.
'Shhh! Shhh!' She giggled 'not here' she chimed, her back pressed up against her own door as she fondled with its handle. 'In here' she flung her door open and grabbed the strangers tie, seducing him with her eyes and pulling him into her boudoir.
Haymitch watched her door close and tiptoed silently closer. Pressing his head against the mahogany that stood between him and the soon to be dead man on the other side.
He heard their low, rumbling voices, the sound of couture being torn and thrown away, skin on hot throbbing skin and her moans, louder and louder with every jolt of her bed frame.
She cried out! Then and only then, when the name rolling of her tongue had not been his, he realised what he was about to do. His raised fist, clenched and shaking, about to pound at her door, about to knock it down and tear the scalp off of the lucky victor inside. His other hand clinging to the door knob, sweaty and tight. He was furious. But he didn't know why.
He backed away, reeling with the shock of his quick emotions. Kicking himself for almost being so stupid. Back in his room, with his door closed and locked, he fell to his knees with his head in his hands. The waves of uncontrollable sobbing hitting him hard and furious, the jealousy and pain of the reality of it all cutting his skin like a hot knife.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~almost 2 hours had passed and no one had left Effie's room.
Haymitch sat on the foot of his bed and tried to work himself out.
why am I feeling this way. It's Effie! It's just Effie and some guy. Effie and...some guy. Some guy that's not me
True, he'd always thought he'd be the one to break the ice wall around Effie Trinket. So often had he watched her, curiously. Mentally undressing her, wondering what she looked like underneath her Capitol colours. He enjoyed their sparring. It was always his favourite time of day catching Effie's disapproving looks from across the table, her rolling eyes at his perverted jokes but with always a sense of satisfied humour behind them. Some kind of secret she kept within herself, like she enjoyed it too. That's what made his feelings stronger for her over the years. Knowing he was her guilty pleasure and she his. Yet neither of them had ever had the balls to call each other out on it. A few times, once or twice, when their arguments had rose above the danger point, they would find themselves out of words and in a lock down with their eyes. Each refusing to blink first. The taste of forbidden fruit on their tongues as their noses had inched closer and closer with each breath before the Capitol in them both had them spinning on their heels in opposite directions. Another missed chance.
Thinking about it all made his blood weaken, he thought if he ever looked into her brazen eyes again he would slap her! And then he slapped himself for feeling so harshly towards her. What had she done? Nothing. Wasn't she human after all? Why hadn't she shown HIM her human side? Haymitch was the drunk! Why hadn't she spent the night drinking by HIS side? Why hadn't see let her guard down with him? Why hadn't it been him that she had rolled home with in the middle of the night, to kiss uninhibitedly, to invite into her bed, to make her cry out HIS name.
He blamed no one but himself.
Sinking into his pillow, pretending it was her soft chest, his jealous rage shuddered to an unnerving sleep. His dreams laced with memories of missed chances.
He heard Effie's door open and he was by his own in a matter of seconds.
**would you like a part two? Or would you like to create your own ending in your imagination? ;) comment away but I think I'm deffo feeling a part 2**