This one shot is ridiculous, and it combines various prompts.

The prompts it includes are: #48 (I love you), #85 (wake up in the middle of the night and have sex, then go back to sleep), #92 (by the fire) & #93 (Christmas).

As I was writing this fic, I also received two prompts for #6 (oral sex) which is included in this story. One of the prompts specifically asked for it to be their first time though, which this is not, so little nonnie who wanted first time #6- I will try and write you a fic featuring this, but I hope this is enough to tide you over until then.

Effie rubs the sleep from her eyes as she looks around the room, blearily trying to make sense of her surroundings.

She's on the sofa, and she realises that she must have fallen asleep, her exhaustion clearly getting the better of her. She dimly registers that the fire has almost burned out, the fading red embers casting a dim glow around the room, the only other light coming from the flickering lights on the Christmas tree.

She becomes conscious of the fact that she's not alone when the arm flung across her waist tightens its hold, and she feels the warm weight of another body pressing against her back.

At some point in the evening, Haymitch had evidently decided that it wasn't worth the hassle of waking her up in order to make his way to bed, and she can feel that he's pulled the blanket from the back of the sofa down so that it's covering the both of them.

Effie shifts, careful not to wake him as she twists her body around in his grip until they're face to face; he looks almost peaceful in his sleep, she notes.

His nightmares have been steadily diminishing since she came to 12 all those months ago, and sometimes when she wakes up next to him in the mornings, he looks almost rested.

Haymitch has been remarkably patient with her over the last couple of weeks, she muses, putting up with her over enthusiastic plans for the holiday season even though it's clear that he's slightly bemused by the whole thing.

It seems that Christmas in 12 isn't celebrated to the same degree as it is in the Capitol. Effie's not surprised really; it's not like any of the districts (and this district in particular) have had anything to celebrate in the past, and at that thought she feels a familiar hot lick of shame settling in her stomach.

She shakes the pang of guilt away, determined not to dwell on it, and instead focuses her attention on Haymitch once more.

He's gone along with her over the top plans, smiling puzzledly as she's hung stockings on fireplaces and baubles from the branches of the huge tree currently overtaking a good portion of the room.

The tree had been her idea too, and she'd dragged Haymitch along to pick it out.

Although he hadn't gotten involved in the actual choosing of said tree, he'd helped the shop assistant drag it out of the store and into the delivery truck, muffled curses audible as the sharp needles had dug into his skin through his thick winter clothes.

The whole house has been taken over, a victim of her Christmas spirit, and Haymitch hasn't complained.

Well. Not really. He's grumbled and groused, but there's been a distinct lack of anger in his manner, and Effie is struck by an intense feeling of gratitude towards the man lying in front of her.

It must be after midnight now, Effie registers, which means that technically, it's already Christmas Day.

"Merry Christmas Haymitch" Effie whispers as she leans forward and brushes her lips against his in a featherlight kiss. His lips are slightly chapped, and she can't resist prolonging the kiss, moving her lips against his but still keeping it relatively chaste.

Haymitch must be starting to wake up properly now, because his lips are starting to move against hers and when his tongue swipes across her lips, Effie realises that she wants more.

Her hand tracks its way down his bare chest until she reaches the flannel of his bottoms, pulling lightly on the tie that she encounters there.

She waits for his eyes to open and focus on hers, and then she trails her fingers down and traces over the length of him, feeling him start to harden against her fingertips.

"Well hello to you too sweetheart" he murmurs against her lips, his voice still clouded with the remnants of sleep. His hand strokes down her back, trailing over the silk of her camisole until he's resting on the shorts that cover her ass.

Effie smiles at him softly, and touches her lips to his again. "Hello" she breathes, just as she grips him gently through his pyjama bottoms, the catch in his breath not going unnoticed.

"I was just thinking," she muses, as she slowly starts to move her hand up and down over his cock, "how patient you've been with me over the last couple of weeks," he slips his tongue into her mouth and for a few seconds she lets him cut off her speech, swiping her tongue against his in a fiery kiss.

She breaks away reluctantly and continues. "And I was thinking.. that sort of patience deserves to be rewarded. Would you like to be rewarded, Haymitch?"

He raises his eyebrows and smirks at her, his hips lazily thrusting as she continues to palm his cock.

"I deserve to be rewarded, huh? Never thought I'd hear those words from you, Princess."

He's teasing her, she knows, but she needs him to know how much she appreciates him, how much she loves him for everything that he is, not just for what he does for her. She's told him before, but she sometimes thinks that he doesn't truly grasp the depth of her feelings for him.

"I want to show you how much you mean to me. I love you," she sighs, and he takes her lips in a bruising kiss as way of a response, momentarily distracting her from the task at hand.

He's wedged his leg in between her thighs, and she lets herself grind against him for a few minutes, the silk of her shorts absorbing the pooling wetness and molding to her clit like a second skin.

She can feel herself becoming breathless, and reluctantly she stops the rocking motions of her hips as she lifts herself up and away.

Effie coaxes him onto his back and settles in the space between his thighs, shuffling down slightly until she's at the right level. She tugs the waistband of his bottoms and urges him to lift his hips slightly, and she pulls them over and down until his cock springs free in front of her face.

Haymitch gasps a little at that, she imagines from the sudden feeling of air against his skin, and she wraps her warm hand around where he's hot and hard, stroking up and down slowly as her other hand trails down his thigh, nails ghosting a trail down as his hips rise up off the sofa.

There's a few beads of moisture gathered at the head of his cock, and Effie purses her lips together and blows softly, his exclaimed "fuck!" causing her clit to throb needily.

She leans down and presses an open mouthed kiss to the base of his cock, repeating the motion as she works her way up. When she reaches the head, she flicks her tongue against him, collecting the wetness gathered there as her hand trails down and grips him more firmly.

She looks up and he's staring at her dazedly, his lips parted and his eyes blackened with lust. She makes sure to hold his gaze as she takes him in her mouth, and his hand comes down to tangle in her hair, holding it back so he can watch her face.

He's groaning now as she sucks him steadily, her mouth taking more of his cock on each downward stroke. On the next downward bob of her head, she takes as much of his cock as she can into her mouth and gives him one long and firm suck on the way back up, letting him slip from her lips with an audible pop as she reaches the tip.

She pumps him a few times in her hand, catching her breath as she watches him closely.

"Do you like this?" she asks breathily, licking her lips as she watches him watching her.

"Jesus fucking Christ Eff.. how could I not like this? You're fucking amazing," he chokes out as he thrusts up into her slick hand.

His words send a thrill through her body, and she feels beautiful and powerful under his gaze.

She wraps her mouth around him again, sucking him hard and swirling her tongue against his cock as she does so.

"Fuck.. your mouth.. oh fuck," he pants, and she redoubles the efforts of her mouth.

She can hear whimpers and it takes her a while but she finally realises they're coming from her; she's moaning hotly around his cock, and this is clearly affecting her more than she thought it would.

It seems the moans are too much for Haymitch, because it's not long before he's grasping her face in his hands and pulling her away from his cock with a muffled groan.

"Keep that up much longer and I'm going to embarrass myself. Need to be inside you," he grunts, and Effie has to stop herself from sobbing with relief at his words. The silk of her shorts is soaked through, her slit slippery and hot and her clit begging for friction.

She reaches down and shimmies out of her bottoms as Haymitch grasps the edge of her camisole and tugs it up and over her head. As soon as her nipples are exposed, he's on them hungrily, suckling and flicking and oh god, she could come from this she thinks deliriously.

His mouth is tugging on her breasts, and her clit is sliding against his cock and she's aware that the high pitched moans leaving her mouth are almost constant now.

She needs him inside, and so she pushes him down until he's on his back and his hands are resting on her waist. She reaches her hand down and grasps him firmly as she lifts up and sinks down onto his length, causing him to utter a muffled curse.

Haymitch surges up to meet her and she gasps as he slides all the way inside, a broken sob escaping her lips as he brings his hand down to play with her clit as his other hand moves to knead her ass.

She braces her hands on either side of his head and leans down so that she can kiss him hungrily, moaning into his mouth as their tongues battle for dominance. Gradually, they slow their movements until they're trading wet kisses; slow and hot and sensual, and his thumb is still moving against her clit, and she needs to move now.

Effie pushes herself up and away from his lips, trying to stop herself from echoing his disappointed groan with one of her own and settling her hands on his chest.

She starts to move her hips against him, struggling to keep her movements slow as she rakes her nails down his chest. She lifts up more and more each time until finally she glides up until only the very tip of his cock remains inside her and then she slides down as slowly as she can manage, enveloping him in her tight, wet heat.

When she's taken him in fully, she tenses her internal muscles, gripping his shaft tightly and Haymitch swears as the hand on her ass flies to her hips and digs in.

She repeats the process over and over again, until she can feel beads of sweat starting to gather at her brow from the exertion of holding herself back.

The hand that's been sliding lazily around her clit suddenly becomes far more focused in its efforts, pinching her clit between two fingers and Effie chokes out a sob as she throws her head back.

She's abandoned her earlier teasing, and she's riding him with a steady pace now, clenching around him, fitting him like a glove.

"Christ Eff, you feel amazing," Haymitch gasps, and she quickens her pace, slamming down on his cock hard and fast.

Both of his hands are on her hips now, helping her as he crashes his hips up and into hers.

"I need you to come Eff.. come for me." She can hear from his voice that he's on the edge, and he's straining to keep himself from falling over it until she's had her release.

She scrambles her hand down and flicks her clit once, twice, three times and she's coming, coming hard and wet against him and crying out desperately.

He grips her hips tightly and thrusts his hips, his cock slamming up into her forcefully.

He fucks her relentlessly, the pounding of his cock drawing out the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

One final thrust and he's coming and she can feel his release inside her, hot and heavy, his shouts echoing in her ears.

Their thrusts become sporadic as they both come down from their highs, and Effie can't hold herself upright any longer. She lets herself collapse down against Haymitch, her forehead resting against his, and he takes her lips in a bruising, drugging kiss.

With great effort, Effie breaks away from the kiss and tries to get her breathing under control. Looking him in the eye, she bites her lip and regards him thoughtfully.

"Did you enjoy your reward?"

Haymitch looks at her dumbly and his mouth drops open slightly. He barks out a laugh and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her lips back down to meet his.

"Best Christmas present I ever had sweetheart."