Prompt: Hey, is it possible to prompt chapters for Living The Odds as well? I'd love to read about the first time they try to have sex after her birth but she's always interrupting them. ;)
Quality Time
Having a baby was exhausting. All the more so when said baby refused to sleep at night.
Haymitch could barely focus on what he was doing at the moment. He washed and rinsed the bottles that had been left to soak in the sink with mechanical jerky movements. He was so focused on doing it right – because he certainly didn't want Oria to get sick – that he didn't hear Effie walk in the kitchen.
Arms wrapped around his waist and he instinctively relaxed in the embrace.
"You smell nice." he mumbled, almost shocked by the musky perfume she had on.
"I do not smell like puke for once if that is what you mean." she chuckled, raising on tip toe to delicately nibble on his earlobe. "I look nice too. Perhaps you should leave those bottles for later and see for yourself…"
He lifted his eyebrows but did as he was told without her having to ask twice. He knew that tone, that particular purr in her voice… And, surely enough, when he turned around, he found her wearing a kinky bright blue lacy negligee that immediately made some parts of him jump to attention.
He licked his lips. "You can…"
Oria was only a few weeks old and between the aftermath of delivery and the natural exhaustion of being new parents… Their sex life had been very tame.
"Oh, yes." she grinned with shameless impatience.
They hadn't had sex since before the war. The Quell, he figured, more than two years earlier, almost three. She had been so pregnant when they had gotten back together… They had fooled around a little but hands and mouths weren't the real thing and…
The negligee wasn't as skimpy as some stuff she would have worn before the rebellion but he figured she must have found it around the District and that accounted for the definite not Capitol vibe it sent. It was also pretty loose around her stomach, probably because she was still unhappy with the figure she hadn't managed to get back yet.
He wanted that piece of clothing off and now.
He wasn't quite sure how they got to kissing. They exchanged a look and the next second, she was trapped against the counter and they were aggressively devouring each other's lips, biting and licking in turn every patch of skin they could find…
He pushed the strap down her shoulder to pepper it with kisses, his hand running up her thigh, nudging it up…
Obviously that was when the baby monitor started crackling, quickly followed by a high piercing scream that echoed all over the house.
"She'll go back to sleep." he mumbled against her neck. He kept on kissing and stroking but he could tell Effie's mind wasn't on the matter anymore. She was staring at the baby monitor on the table, biting down on her bottom lip. He stopped and sighed. "You want to go."
"I am sorry…" she winced. "But she might be hungry… And if she keeps crying…"
She waved at her chest, a bit embarrassed. She would leak, she meant, and he stepped back rather quickly, a bit peeved by that.
"Alright, alright… Go." he surrendered.
"Raincheck?" she asked, already halfway to the door.
As if it was even a question.
He went back to the sink and focused on washing the bottles to forget he was a bit tight in his pants.
"Now, sweetie… What seems to be the problem…" Effie hummed through the baby monitor. "Mommy really wanted some quality time with Daddy…"
And didn't Daddy want some quality time with Mommy, he mused with a snort.
But he had a feeling Oria would do her damn best to make sure it wouldn't happen any time soon.