Lipstick Stains
cheek kisses that leave red lipstick stains.
"Do we have to go?" he grumbled, sprawled on his back on her bed.
"Don't be whiney, Haymitch." she answered from the walk-in cupboard en-suited to her room. "The party is here, at least. We won't have to ride there and back, that is always a plus." She walked back in the room wearing a short white cocktail dress that was hanging open at her back, lips pursed. "Sit properly, you will crease your suit."
He sighed and sat up, muttering under his breath about the dragon and her fucking parties. He hated those. Half of the people always sneered down at the hockey player and the other tried to grope him – or worse, tried to grope her.
She stepped between his legs and turned her back on him. He stood up and zipped her dress up wordlessly, pressing kisses along her spine as he went until he reached her nape. Her hair was tied up in a fancy bun and he took full advantage of it.
"Let's pretend we're sick." he suggested, toying with the claps of her heavy gold necklace.
"There will be sponsors to this party." she declared, escaping the hands he placed on her waist.
He flopped back down on her bed while she went to her dressing table and rummaged around her jewelry box for matching earrings.
"Pity party more like." he scoffed. "Real parties don't have classical music, old people and waiters carrying crumbs on trays."
"Those are petit fours." she chuckled.
"I love it when you talk dirty to me." he smirked, propping himself on his elbows to watch her.
He didn't have a lot of kinks but he had discovered in France that Effie speaking French was an immediate turn on. She used and abused that knowledge regularly enough.
"Je pourrais te lire l'annuaire, tu ne saurais pas ce que je dis." she replied with a grin, watching him while she put on her golden earrings.
He had no idea what she had just said but he found it hot all the same. She had tried to teach him some but he wasn't interested in learning. He just liked the foreign sounds coming from her mouth, the way her posh accent wrapped around the words.
"Now, you're trying to get me hard." he taunted.
"I am not responsible for your dirty mind." She shook her head and outstretched her hands. "Up, Haymitch. We need to get downstairs before Mother sends a search party."
"You could be having sex with me and you want to go to some stupid party." he sighed. "I'm hurt."
He grabbed her hands anyway and let her pull him to his feet.
"You will live." she teased, pressing a kiss on his cheek before rubbing the spot with her thumb to erase the red stain of lipstick.
