Dream
Slumped against the headboard, Haymitch sways gently with the motion of the train, taking occasional swigs from the bottle of liquor threaded between his fingers. Quiet murmurs spill from the radio turned on low in the corner. Sound is company on nights like these and he finds it useful to be appraised of the latest Capitol craziness; forewarned is forearmed. Muted light spills in from the sash window, blinds pulled back, as he watches the countryside slide by under a blanket of stars. By morning they will be in the city and there will be no more peace.
Gentle tapping, and then his door cracks open. Effie Trinket is all shadow and silence as she steals into his room. Vaguely he makes out that she is wrapped in a short robe with her face clear and her short hair mussed by sleep. His lips curve; he likes seeing Effie stripped bare – so to speak.
"Haymitch, are you awake?" She whispers. He grunts affirmative and she tiptoes closer. "Where is your knife?"
Startled, he sets his bottle down and grabs his blade from under the pillow. "What's going on? Why are you here? Is something wrong?"
Approaching him warily she takes the knife away and places it on the far side of the bedside table. The mattress dips as she kneels down beside him, her warm breaths whispering past his ear.
"I did not want to get hurt."
She shifts and straddles him. Hips rock in a most deliberate fashion and he is immediately wide awake. Effie moves his hands to her bare thighs and urges them upwards. Reaching for her robe, she fumbles with the belt. Underneath she is naked, save for a long golden chain reaching from her neck to her navel.
"Eff, is this never happening as well?"
She slides the silk down over her shoulders drenching her pale skin in moonlight. Deft fingers start their work on his shirt buttons. "No, I think this might be a dream."
Pulling her to him, Haymitch plunders her mouth with his tongue; urgent kisses tasting like star anise and salt. She grinds against him possessively, fingernails skittering down his chest. He groans deep in his throat and tries to push her away.
Freezing, she moves her lips from the assault on his mouth and mumbles against his cheek. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Hell no, I just..." He gestures to his pants.
She scoots to one side as he tears at the zip on his trousers. Her fingers stroke him through the thin fabric; hot damn she knows how to make him crazy. He wants to be inside her badly. The rest of his clothes follow suit quickly. Once he is naked Effie climbs back onto his lap, wet and ready -she wants this just as much as he does. One easy stroke and he's there.
Fuck, this feels good. She begins a slow rhythm, the delicious friction building between them. He reaches up to grope at her breasts and she throws her head back, arching to give him more purchase.
"Yes... just like that." Her words come out as a growl as she bucks against him hard.
It does not last long and they come within seconds of each other; the sweet clench and then the welcome release overwhelming them both. Effie falls forward onto Haymitch panting heavily. She nuzzles into the crook of his neck, sweat sticking soft strands of hair to his face. He loosely wraps his arm around her; he can feel her heart pounding an erratic tattoo against him.
There is a dampness on his shoulder. His palm comes away wet when he reaches to touch her face. Puzzled, he repeats his earlier question; "Is something wrong?"
"No. I had a nightmare before, that is all. I could not get back to sleep. I needed..." She pauses. "I thought that some exercise might help." A smile automatically springs back to her lips before she kisses his fingers. "I hope you do not mind that I took advantage of you?"
She rolls away from Haymitch and covers herself with the discarded robe, attempts to smooth her errant hair with a hand.
"Best damn dream I've ever had, Princess." He stretches, satisfied and drowsy – now even he might sleep tonight.
He ignores the fact that she is still crying as she leaves the room.
Hayffie Fanworks Challenge Prompt # 89 - Dreams