Requested by anon - Haymitch & Effie have sex in the bathtub


The water was warm and soothing to his taut, aching muscles. Haymitch stretched and sighed as he leaned back against the tub with his head resting against the tiled walls. A hand dangled over the tub, holding on to a decanter half filled with whiskey which he brought to his lips occasionally.

It was rare for him to simply sit back and allow himself to relax but there was nothing pressing for him to handle at the moment. The kids are alright, his geese had been fed and Effie… Well, Effie and him had started something neither of them were opposed to. She visited him once a month. She'll come with the shipment of liquor. He waited for the train from the Capitol more eagerly than he thought was healthy.

The bathroom door swung open slightly and Haymitch who had his eyes shut did not see Effie shedding off her robe before gingerly stepping into the bathtub to join him. His eyes flew open and he sat straighter. She smiled at him, sitting in between his legs.

Effie cupped the water in her hands and slowly washed herself as Haymitch watched her lazily. He trailed his hand up her arm, over her shoulders and down her back. He swept her long blonde hair to the side and dropped a kiss to her shoulder, to juncture of her neck and on to her ear. His arm snaked in front of her and pulled her back against him.

Her head fell back on his shoulder and her neck became more accessible to him. He lifted up the decanter in his hand and muttered against her skin.

"Want some? It'll help you relax."

Effie smiled.

"I am relaxed," she replied but still, Effie took the whiskey and had a sip. "It's horrible."

"Not supposed to taste good," he answered. "But this will feel good."

The hand that was splayed on her stomach traveled south to teasingly thumb her clit and Effie giggled at his impudence, squirming in his arms as he inserted a finger in. She reached up to cup his face and brought it down to kiss him. They stayed that way for some time with his finger inside of her as she kissed, and nibbled on his bottom lip.

Effie writhed and moaned, making the water splashed over the tub onto the floor when she came, her fingers gripping the little hairs at the base of his neck. As her breathing began to slowly even out and Haymitch leaned back triumphantly with the bottle of whiskey on his lips, she turned around. Her eyes were smoldering and the smirk on his face slid away to be replaced by a look of mild curiosity. She plucked the bottle out of his hand and settled it down on the floor before placing both his hands on her hips. He looked at her as she was doing all this, as she straddled him with her legs on either side of him.

"Your turn," she whispered huskily, guiding his hardened member into her entrance.

Haymitch swallowed and let out a breath when he felt her walls, warm and tight around him. They've had enough practice from months of Effie visiting his house and them fucking each other that they began to move in tandem seamlessly.

Her hands were tangled in his hair and as Effie increased her pace, he gripped the edges of the bath tub tight. He tried to draw it out for as long as he could; refusing for this to end too fast.

Haymitch shuddered and groaned loudly when Effie brought him over to the edge moments after she, herself reached her own climax. She slumped on his chest tired and content as his arm wound around her and held her close. The water had gone cold but he could not bring himself to care at the moment. Effie trailed random patterns on his chest.

Despite the fact that he thought about it as often as he craved for alcohol, he had lost count the number of times the words stayed frozen on his lips. It was a word, pure and simple, and yet, he could never bring himself to ask her.

"Stay," the words fleeted through his mind, tempting and teasing for him to say it out loud, but he didn't.