#22- spanking. As the prompt specifically asked for pre mj, this prompt is once again set in the tributes quarters during the 74th games. I've also incorporated a prompt I received for #50 (loud sex).
Entirely unbeta'd, so any mistakes are mine. PLEASE let me know what you think :)
This prompt sort of ran away from me, and started to get insanely long. I could possibly be persuaded to pick up where it leaves off if anyone has any ideas or prompts they would like covered.
"How the hell am I meant to co-ordinate our outfits when Cinna insists on keeping his design a secret? I mean, what self respecting escort turns up without an idea of what her tributes will be wearing? I'll be the laughing stock of the Capitol if we clash and I simply can't… Haymitch are you even listening to me?!"
Haymitch rolls his eyes for what feels like the tenth time in the last ten minutes and wishes that he had a choice in the fucking matter. Of course he's listening to her, when she's turned the tv off and demanded his presence in the sitting room for a 'prep and schedule meeting'. Whatever the hell that means.
"Maybe you could ask Cinna to pick your outfit out for you and give it to you when it's time to get ready."
As soon as the words leave Haymitch's lips, Effie shoots a sharp glare in his direction and Haymitch knows he's made a mistake.
"Honestly Haymitch, do you even know me at all? Cinna is a fantastic designer, and while I have every faith in his ability to pick out a good outfit, I simply won't entertain the thought of wearing something when I've not been consulted! I prepare these things in advance you know, and every part of the ensemble must match. I can't believe you'd.."
Haymitch sighs and brings him hand up to his face, massaging the bridge of the nose between his fingers. He will not let Effie ruin the perfectly good buzz he's managed to get going, thanks to the nearly empty bottle in his hand.
She's still ranting, but she's wandered over to the bureau on the other side of the room and Haymitch spots an opportunity to make his getaway.
He hoists himself up from the sofa and wobbles slightly before balancing himself and wandering towards the doorway.
"You need to loosen up princess. Let someone else take control once in a while."
As he passes her, half bent over and shuffling through papers in the drawer, he can't resist the opportunity to trail his hand lightly over the bright fuschia fabric covering her behind.
An impulse overtakes him, and he lifts his hand and delivers a swift swat to her ass.
Effie's reaction is instantaneous, and it's not at all what he was expecting.
Her body jolts forward, her breath catching audibly, and her fingers tighten their grip on the papers she's holding.
She catches herself a second too late, trying to cover up her intake of breath with a delicate cough, but her fingers tremble as she stacks the papers up.
Haymitch's eyebrows climb up his forehead and he thinks that maybe Miss Trinket wouldn't mind relinquishing some of that control she holds onto so tightly.
He'll have to file that information away to use at a later date.
As it happens he doesn't have to wait until a later date at all, as the opportunity presents itself later that night.
They're in her bed because she refuses to set foot in his room, the various bottles and general state of the place apparently being too much for her to bear.
Their clothes have long since been discarded; his have been flung across the room, whereas hers are folded neatly on her chair.
Her hands are clinging onto his shoulders as his tongue traces the skin behind her ear, and she lets out a high, breathy moan as his teeth scrape across the sensitive skin there.
He's instantly reminded of the noise she'd made earlier in the day, and he decides that now is as good a time as any to put his theory to the test.
He trails his hands down her arms, and when he gets to her wrists he circles them with his fingertips before lightly closing his hands around them.
There's no missing the hitch in her breath this time, and Haymitch takes it as his cue, taking her lips in a bruising kiss as he shifts his hold on her wrists and lifts them above her head.
She arches her back beneath him, her mouth moves fervently against his, and for a few minutes he is content to just enjoy making out with her, her hips grinding up against his.
Haymitch breaks away from her mouth to shift his attention to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that he knows she would usually be furious at him for, but Effie just throws her head back on a moan.
"Do you like this?" Haymitch asks, as he presses her hips down into the mattress and flexes his grip on her wrists. A blush creeps across Effie's cheeks and for a second Haymitch doesn't think she's going to answer him, but she bites her lip and nods her head jerkily.
"Yes, I… yes" she breathes, and she whimpers prettily as Haymitch trails the hand that isn't gripping her wrists down her body and swipes it through her wetness, once, twice.
She's wet enough that Haymitch is confident enough to move onto the next step in his experiment.
Haymitch pulls her up by her wrists, but he's not rough. The purpose of this exercise is not to hurt her; the last thing he wants to do is hurt her, and Haymitch doesn't really want to dwell on exactly what that means.
He motions for her to rest on her hands and knees, and the way her teeth clamp down onto her bottom lip tells Haymitch that she's got at least some idea of where this is heading.
Haymitch takes a moment to admire the view once she's situated, feasting his eyes on the sheer amount of milky white skin laid bare for his eyes only.
He trails his hands over the curve of her ass and he swears he hears Effie make a disappointed noise when he keeps going, dragging the palms of his hands down and over the backs of her thighs.
He slips one hand in between her thighs as the other comes up to rest on her ass, and as he parts her glistening folds with his fingers he hears her take a breath in anticipation.
He's going to take his time with her, he decides. He's going to tease her until she's begging for more, until she's pleading for release.
Haymitch touches her with no real intent first of all, content to just feel and explore and hopefully work her into a frenzy as he does so. He drags his fingers through her wetness, bringing them up to her clit but avoiding touching it directly, instead circling around it with a languid pace.
He brings his hand down, and slowly sinks one finger into her blisteringly hot heat, her warmth and wetness dragging him in, enveloping him. He pumps it slowly in and out a couple of times before he adds a second finger, and Effie lets her approval be known when she pushes back against him and moans softly.
As his fingers carry on sliding in and out of her wet heat he brings his thumb up and swipes it across her clit, and Effie throws her head back as her moans increase in volume.
He thinks about telling her to be quiet, but then he realises that really, there's no point.
The bugs that are present everywhere in the Capitol have likely picked up their previous encounters over the past few years, and Haymitch knows from previous experience that these rooms are relatively soundproof. Let her moan- he knows he'll enjoy hearing it.
He carries on with his slow rhythm for a few minutes before he increases the pace of his fingers, and when he curls them slightly and presses against that spot inside her, Haymitch knows it won't take her much longer. His fingers are pounding into her relentlessly now, and she's pushing back against them on every thrust. Her hands are gripping the headboard, and her back is arched so tightly it looks like she's ready to snap in two.
He finally gets the cue he's been waiting for when she gasps out his name, and he lifts the hand that's been resting on her ass and brings it down in a stinging slap.
She lets out a strangled cry, and he feels her tighten around his fingers in excitement.
He knows he hasn't hurt her; the wetness coating his fingers is enough to tell him that, but he needs to check. He will not hurt her.
"Did you like that?" he asks as calmly he can manage, although he can feel his blood pumping through his veins, and his heartbeat is in his ears and he feels like he's ready to come just from watching the look that flits across her face as she turns her head to face him.
"Oh God Haymitch, I… yes. Yes I liked it, I...oh, I…" she bites her lip and moans, and fuck, he thinks that may be the single most sexy thing he's ever heard in his sorry life.
"Tell me" he asks, and she dips her head, the blush reappearing across her face.
"Tell me" he demands, and he brings his hand up again and lets it fall against her ass in another smack.
And just like that, the last strands of control she's been so tenuously holding onto, snap.
"Oh Please Haymitch God please, I've never.. I want you to… fuck Haymitch please don't stop."
In all the times he's been with Effie Trinket like this (well no; never quite like this) he has never heard her swear, and at the sound of the word leaving her lips he feels himself harden further, and he's not going to be able to hold himself back much longer, because it's almost painful in its intensity.
He redoubles the efforts of his fingers, swipes his thumb relentlessly over her clit, and it takes just two more swift spanks of his hand against her ass before she's coming with a wail, her wetness flooding his fingers and her body shaking with the force of her climax.
He slows the pace of his fingers inside her as she comes down from her high, and he strokes his hand across the slightly reddened cheek in front of him.
Effie lets out a shuddering sigh that sounds like it might be his name as she shakily pushes herself up onto her knees and twists around to face him.
She loops her arms around his neck as she presses the front of her body flush against his, his hardness brushing against the soft skin of her belly.
As she brushes her lips lazily against his, her hand slowly making it's way down his chest, Haymitch thinks that perhaps he should use his initiative more often.