Disclaimer: Not my two. Wish they were. Would play with them endlessly and make them 100000% movie canon.
A/N: Dear me I have not fanfic'd in so long! Blame life- I had law finals, I moved city and got a job. A really fun job which is great. But yeah I had a spare Saturday and smutty thoughts and too much excitement for Catching Fire. This fic and The Poster deserve my time. xxx
She stumbled as gravel turned to grass, Haymitch hauling her into the foliage towards the maze. Her shoes were slowing her down but the strength of his grip almost lifted her off the ground entirely.
He could hear the trickling of water getting louder, the fountain coating them in a light spray as they ran past the stone feature and through the tall hedges.
"Haymitch-"
He didn't let her finish- didn't let her think- spinning back round and kissing her with a passion she hadn't felt in years, his hand deep in hair. No one from the Capitol kissed like this.
He only pulled back slightly, his voice low, "This way."
He pulled at her hand again, the sounds and lights from the party dimming as they reached the maze entrance, the bushes high above their heads
Haymitch turned to her again, his eyes glimmering in the darkness. He pressed himself to her, his lips on hers again, relishing this release he was getting after so many years of her presence growing around him like a vine.
"Take off your shoes."
She looked bemused, her lips curling up into a smile, "Why?"
"We'll never find our way out."
"Your shoes are next, Mr Abernathy."
Haymitch grinned, pulling her again as they weaved through the maze, shedding their shoes along the way. She could feel the soft earth under her feet; something she hadn't felt for years. She felt free.
His socks came off next, and he halted as he saw her fiddling with a clasp under her dress.
"Leave them on."
She moved her hands away from her suspenders. A sultry look crossing her face; she knew the effect she was having on him.
"Come on then Mr Abernathy. I'll race you to the middle."
She lightly ran ahead of him, teasing looks over her shoulder and round corners as he followed her. Her dress bounced up as she moved; tiny glimpses of what lay underneath driving his imagination wild.
He caught up to her, he giggle like chimes as she stood in front of her suddenly, turning to her and kissing her deeply. They weren't far into the maze; a long way from the centre yet.
She was dizzy, breathless as her pulled back slightly "Haymitch-"
"I don't think I can wait. . ." He whispered, his eyes imploring her and slowly pulling her to the ground.
She let him lie her down, sighing at the feeling of his weight on top of her, kissing softly down her neck, his hand deep in her curled hair.
His other hand reached behind her, unzipping her dress and pulling it down her body. Fingers running down the bones of her corset she was left in, her breasts spilling from the top. He buried his face in them, his stubble tickling her soft skin and making Effie wriggle with pleasure. His large hand ran along the clasp of her suspenders, down the smooth expanse of her stocking covered leg.
"Someone's going to find us, Haymitch." She breathed, her hands under his shirt, feeling the scarred skin on his back.
"I'll take my chances." He replied, his voice low and husky, his hardness pressing against her inner thigh, making her moan.
She could see nothing but him and the endless dark sky above her; feeling far away from the lights of the Capitol, the feeling on his mouth all over her body sending her into a perfect abyss. He kissed his way down the front clasps of her corset, Effie bucking as he reached the top of her panties.
He was unbelievably hard, the feeling of her fingernails scratching at his scalp and gripping at his hair as she begged him to touch her.
"Haymitch please-"
"I told you I wasn't taking this corset off. . ."
Haymitch's fingers dusted across the small expanse of flesh between her corset and panties; he could see everything through the sheer material below, lilac on pale flesh making him gulp seeing that her arousal had soaked through.
He lowered his head and kissed her through her panties, and she mewled at the contact, a shudder coursing through her body lighting sparks.
Effie released her hands from his hair and dug her nails into the ground as he nuzzled and kissed her, biting her lip as she tried to restrain herself from crying out from the want.
"Patience patience Miss Trinket." He teased.
He slowly pushed the material to one side, her wetness exposed as he hovered a finger over her folds before slowly pushing a finger inside. He groaned at the feeling of her tight and wet around him; her breath laboured and heavy.
Her hands were gripping onto his shoulders, her nails tearing the shirt as she tried to drag him closer.
"Oh god, Haymitch-"
He kissed her clit before softly licking at her entrance, taking out is finger and tasting her so slowly that she felt worshipped. The slowness, the sensation was making her head spin.
"You taste incredible." He murmured into her skin, her back arching as his long finger entered her again.
He steadily kissed his way back up her corset, pressing hard through the silk that encased her body as his fingers didn't relent inside her. Haymitch kissed her hard on the lips, Effie tasting herself as his tongue brushed by hers.
She moaned from the loss of his fingers as he pulled out, gripping onto his back and spreading her legs further with an unsaid question. She kissed his neck and his throat- wanting any part of his tanned skin on her lips- as she felt him fumble and finally heard the unmistakable sound of a zip.
The anticipation was killing her, his hardness touching her entrance but going no further. She cried out in frustration as she could feel him smiling against her neck, nibbling at her ear.
"Sure you don't want to go back to the party Effie? Find that blonde idiot you were sucking up to earlier?"
He pushed a tiny bit of himself inside her, pinning her further into the ground as she tried to wiggle herself onto him. She could hear the breathiness in his voice; struggling to control himself.
"No, no, no. . ." She moaned as he sucked hard on her neck.
He punctuated his soft bite into her skin by pushing forcefully inside of her, Effie's body quaking at the pleasure as she moaned out.
Haymitch stilled for second, reigning in his arousal for fear he'd come in a second just from the feel of her, soft and velvet encasing him. He moved inside her slowly, her dirt covered fingers clawing at the back of his shirt, their synchronised breaths muffled by the high hedges around them.
She couldn't believe this was happening, all the years they'd spent circling each other had led to this; Haymitch panting into her neck as he stretched her so perfectly, moving with an increasing pace and ferocity that was knocking the breath out her.
"Effie-"
She could feel him getting close- swelling inside her- his hardening balls slapping against her inner thighs with every thrust. He was reaching down, rubbing her clit with his rough thumb his striking eyes meeting hers as she gasped, screamed, her whole body spiralling and heaving as he dragged himself over the edge with her.
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She slipped on her shoe, trying to wiggle her foot in without digging the heel further into the soil. Haymitch was stumbling around behind her, rebuttoning his loosened shirt. She still felt like she was floating.
He caught up with her, smiling smugly to himself as he caught her eye. She couldn't help but smile and roll her eyes. Damn it he was good.
"Don't think you should head back to that party anytime soon Effie."
"What? Why? Don't fancy watching me flirt with other men again?"
"Wrong." He said swinging in front of her, blocking her path.
He bent close to her ear, running his hand down her back and presenting her his hand, covered in dirt.
"Because everyone will know you've been royally screwed by the best man in the room."
A/N: Thanks for reading everyone. There always needs to be more Haffie smutty I feel. xx