(Eden's POV)

I wake up the same way I fell asleep, alone in the cold bed Haymitch and I normally share. Sitting up I rub the sleep from my eyes before looking around the room. I hear the water running in the bathroom and I know he's in there so I drag myself from the bed finding a note on the end table.

"Eden,

I can't do this anymore you're indecisive, one minute you love me the next you're making googily eyes at Finnick Odair . You're too young and inexperienced to know what you want and I know we rushed into this, that was a complete mistake. You were eighteen when I met you and we've been together ever since, you've never really been on your own and I think it's time you figure out who you are. I'd happily leave if I didn't need you so much, I don't want to love you anymore but I just can't stop. I'm obsessed with every inch of you, I need your touch, I need your love, you've made me weak and I hate you for it. But remember this, no matter where you go or who you're with I'll always be your first and no one can change that, you will always be mine even though I'm no longer yours.

-H"

(Haymitch's POV)

Sometime in the past few hours Katniss had entered an alliance with the female tribute from district 11, not the smartest decision on her part but then again neither was volunteering. Eden would sneak glances at me whenever she thinks I'm not paying attention but of course I am because I'm doing the same thing. Her bright pink hair has begun to fade leaving a softer pink in its wake. It cascaded down her pale back, held away from her face with two diamond studded clips. The knee length white satin dress adorned her flawless body; I trail my gaze down to her manicured hand where she nervously twists the engagement ring on her finger. Around and around it goes until the skin beneath it began to redden and chafe. I closed the space between us to place my callused hand over her smooth one. "Relax you're making me nervous."

"Sorry," she apologizes flicking away the tear that leaks from her eye. "Is it over?" She asks and I can since the doubt meaning in her words.

"Look at me," I demand grabbing her chin forcefully. "We will never be over."

"You broke my heart Haymitch, the stuff you said-"

"I don't care what I said, I was drunk and hurt. I didn't mean it." I cut her off. "I love you."

"Please don't, don't say things you don't mean. I can't stand it." She whispers.

"I mean it. Let me take you upstairs and show you how much."

"Make me forget those things you said," she moans as we step off the elevator turning to face me I seal my lips over her's. I grope her ass greedily and I know we're not going to make it to the bedroom so I fall into a sitting position on the couch with her straddling me. I reach between us freeing myself from my pants and boxers, sliding her panties aside seething myself in her warmth.

"Take whatever you need angel, I'm yours." I groan into her neck.

"That's right you're fucking mine." She growls possessively, I grip her hips roughly and guide her movements to deliver long deep thrusts. "Don't touch me unless I tell you to, and don't cum, this isn't for you."

"Ok baby," I pacify her falling limp and digging my fingers into the cushion as she continues to ride me furiously for what feels like hours.

"Hold me, hold me like you love me," she pants leaning into my chest.

"I do love you, I can't help it." I move one around her back and knot the other in her silky locks holding her tightly to me, her pert nipples straining against the sheer fabric of her dress.

"Don't lie to me," she cries. "I need you deeper." I quickly flip us over laying her on the couch beneath me as I drive into her. "Yes Haymitch, fuck me," she screams in abandon arching towards me. Angling her hips upward I hear her breath hitch and a fresh batch of tears slide down her temples as she clenches around me with her release. I try to continue thrusting desperate for release but she's having none of it. "Get off," she says and I obey grinding my teeth in frustration moving into a sitting position keeping my eyes trained on hers as she brings her hand up to caress my cheek I relax into her touch. Then suddenly her hand is gone only to return against my skin in a stinging slap. "I hope it fucking hurts." She murmurs sinking to her knees before me and pulling my throbbing dick into her mouth, sucking me hard and deep until I'm sure I'll explode.

"Baby please I need to…"I beg unable to finish my sentence.

"Cum for me Haymitch, scream my name, I want everyone to hear you," and then her soft lips engulf me again and I fall over the edge yelling her name loudly into the living room. She swallows all I give her before she speaks. "Take me to bed, I want to go again," she tells me peppering my covered thighs with kisses.

"Give me a minute to recover," I pant trying to breathe normally.

"I want you to touch me."

"Where?" I ask.

"Everywhere." She replies in a husky voice sauntering to the bedroom. I chase after her on unsteady legs closing the door behind us. We quickly undress and fall into the bed kissing and caressing lovingly, all anger erased from her actions. My lips trail down over her neck to the valley between her breasts and she sobs openly as I worship her body.

"I love you so much, I hate when you cry. I want to make it better, how can I make it better?"

"Just don't stop," she whimpers as I suckle her rosy nipple and I don't until her breathing slows and I know she's asleep.

(Eden's POV)

I groan stretching my arms above my head.

"Good morning beautiful," Haymitch croons placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"Morning," I grimace extending my legs.

"What's wrong?" He frowns tracing the crease between my brows.

"So sore." I groan.

"Of course you are," he chuckles holding out two Tylenols and a glass of water to me.

"Is this safe?" I wonder.

"I called the doctor when I got up," he nodded.

I take them gratefully and pop them into my mouth, swallowing quickly trying to ignore my aching jaw and throat.

"I'm going to run us a bath, it might help."

"Ok," I agree and he enters the bathroom to run the bath, I allow my eyes to fall shut again.

"Come on bug, water's ready," he calls.

"I can't get up," I whine and without complaining he scoops me up and places me in the warm water, my raw nipples protest stinging wildly.

"God baby you're swollen," he says lightly pressing the wash cloth to the apex of my thighs circling gently, he finishes washing me before wrapping me in a towel and placing me back on the bed. He reached into the white paper bag on the night stand.

"What's that," I wonder as he removes a tube of ointment from it.

"Doctor's orders," he shrugs spreading the creamy blue gel onto his fingers.

"Where are you going to put it?"

"Where do you think," he chuckles reaching for me and my thighs snap shut of their own accord.

"No I'm fine," I protest.

"Like hell you are," he scoffs. "Now come on I don't want you to get a yeast infection they're gross and they stink so you can either let me put it in or we're going to the doctor and he can do it." He threatens.

"Fine."

"Open," he murmurs kissing each knee before I allow them to fall apart. "I'll be quick," he promises gliding his fingers over my outer lips working in until he's circling my hole. "Don't tense you'll just make it worse," he warns coating his fingers again.

"How many times do we have to do this?"

"Once every eight hours until it returns to normal, the first dosage is to reduce pain and swelling, so stop stalling and let me finish."

I exhale shakily closing my eyes, I feel him probing; stretching open the abused tissue inside me and despite the intense pain my body still reacts to his touch granting him entrance with hardly any resistance.

A/N: sorry I haven't updated in a while I'm trying to get everything ready for my son's arrival on the 16th of next month I'm so excited it's hard to concentrate on anything else but the good news is I'm having a c-section so I'll have plenty of quality writing time in the hospital. Also I've posted some outtakes to this story and it's called 'Speechless outtakes' so check it out if you're interested.