!SMUT ALARM!
It's been a long day for Effie in thirteen. She woke up early and helped prepping a lot of people for Plutarch, only having a small break in between to eat and use the bathroom. Now it's almost night, in a few minutes Coins voice will ring through the halls, announcing that everyone should be in their own rooms now.
The stress of helping as best as the bubbly woman could really hits on her. She spent at least thirty minutes this morning, covering eyebags with makeup she officially wasn't allowed to have here in the first place. Really, she could use a whole day for her own, or at least some good time, but it seems like these things weren't about to come in any way soon. Things only get worse and worse, and she is pretty sure that it will only take a few more weeks until everything crashes down on all of them.
As she walks down the hall, she really regrets having her heels on, but really, those other shoes were awful. Does nobody have some kind of fashion sense here?
Effie finally stands in front of her door and sighs, opening the door, stepping inside and closing it behind her again. Finally, some privacy, at least until she realises that someone is sitting on her desk. And not just anyone, no, the most annoying and infuriating victor of all time.
"Haymitch?" she asks, slipping out of the heels and putting them next to the door. "What are you doing here? It's late."
Something is in his hand, but she can't make out what it is. When he answers, he doesn't even look up. "I wanted to drop by those papers and was on my way out when something very pink and glittery fell into my eyes. Tell me princess, what kind of dream did you have about me that made you.." he looks at his hands again. ".. feel like the happiest woman in whole panem?" he chuckles.
Effie's eyes grow wide. Her diary. He read her diary. She rushes to Haymitch basically ripping it out of his hands. "Haymitch! Has no one ever told you to not touch other people's things?" she yells humiliated. "This is nothing for you to read!"
"Don't get your panties into a twist. It's not my fault I look so.. how did you phrase it? Unbelievably handsome." He smirks way to smug. He makes fun of her. Effie is furious and right as she is about to slap Haymitch, he grabs her hand in mid air and turns their positions, pinning Effie against her desk. "Nice try sweetheart. Why so angry? Because I know now you have a huge crush on me?" He whispers in her ear.
"I do not have a crush on you!" she hisses with clenched teeth.
"No? So, you do not care at all that I am so awfully close to you right now? Unfortunately, princess, I can feel your heart racing and let's not talk about the fact that I pretty much read that whole book of yours. I bet I am making those panties of yours soaked right now." He says, their faces already close. She can feel his breath in her face.
Effie shakes her head. "I don't think so." She says and Haymitch raises one eyebrow, not believing her one bit. She leans in close to his ear, her lips brushing against it. "Last time I checked, I didn't have any underwear under this jumpsuit on, sorry to burst that fantasy."
Two could play this game. Effie notices the sudden intake of his breath and the way Haymitch presses his body against hers, strangely relieved that she is not the only one aroused. She can feel him very well against her body.
Whatever they are playing right now, Effie will win this she promises herself. "Tell me, Haymitch, is that mahogany in your pants or are you just happy to see me." She whispers, brushing her hand against his pants and that's really all it takes.
They collide within a second. Is it her or him who leaned in first? It doesn't matter. Their lips are together in a brutal kiss that'll leave their mouths bruised, tongues fighting for dominance. Hands are everywhere. Gripping, grabbing and touching the other one where they want and need it most.
They are panting for air when breaking apart. They work in unity, Effie pulls the shirt over his head and he works with shaky hands on her jumpsuit, unbuttoning it slowly. Haymitch groans when he sees that she wasn't bluffing at all. No bra is holding her breasts. He cups one of her boobs and kisses his path from her jaw down to her collar bone until he gets to her chest. Effie's mouth drops open when finally, he reaches her nipple, sucking hard on it. And then his hand starts to travel south. She feels his thumb drawing circles around her clit right before he puts two fingers inside of her.
A low moan escapes her lips, and she can feel him grin against her nipple. Slowly, he pushes them in and out, picking up the pace after a while. His mouth travels up to her ear again. "You want a victor going down on you, princess? I want to taste you more than a bottle of liquor right now."
She doesn't even need to answer, his fingers still inside of her, his mouth drops lower and lower till his head is perfectly resting between her legs, never leaving her eyes. She can feel his beard grazing her skin. With on hand, Haymitch grabs her hip and pulls her right against his mouth, and not even a second later she can feel the wetness of his lips against her folds. Effie leans back on the table her eyes closing with pleasure as he flicks her clit with his tongue, over and over again.
At one point, Effie's hands are tangled in his dark blond hair, moans and sighs leaving her body in shorter and shorter intervals. Each lick and each thrust with his fingers sends a bigger wave of pleasure through her body. He stops, looking up at the mess of a woman laying on the table.
"How close are you, sweetheart?" he asks, licking his fingers clean.
"Very close." She whispers barely audible. "I want you, Haymitch."
He doesn't need to hear that twice. Effie can hear the rustling of a belt and a zipper going down and then he is already standing between her legs, lining himself up. His mouth is there to cover hers when he enters her, filling her in perfectly. His calloused hands on her hips, he starts dragging her over his length over and over again, the pace quickening steadily.
Effie hooks her legs around his hips, moaning because of the new angle as he thrusts deep into her. She takes one of his hands and guides it between them. He takes the hint and starts circling her clit again. There are moans and deep grunts coming from both of them. Effie's nails are digging in his back and his other hand is gripping her hip so hard she already knows there will be a bruise tomorrow. Names are rolling of each other's tongues and the sound of flesh clapping together fills the air.
Effie is so very close. Haymitch seems to notice and pounds in her even harder and faster, never stopping to stimulate her most precious part with his thumb. Effie feels herself tighten and then a ear ripping moan escapes her lips as her orgasm hits her, the rush of pleasure going through her whole body, making her toes curl.
Haymitch rides out her orgasm and with another few strokes he comes to his high too, burying his head in her neck and spilling himself in her with a deep grunt.
They lay there, on the table, for at least two minutes, both panting.
"That was fucking hot." Haymitch says, slowly pulling himself up in a standing position, while Effie still lays there, slowly coming to her senses again.
Haymitch buckles up his pants again and for a moment she thinks he will bail. Leave her there on the table and never mention what happened again, but instead he looks around, grabs tissues and goes back to her, still laying on the desk.
"I know I just fucked you senseless but last time I checked I didn't kill you, why so quiet?" he says, taking her arms and pulling her in a sitting position, before giving her the tissues. "There, before you rip my head off for making a mess."
"Thanks." She says, quickly cleaning herself off. He grabs the tissues again and throws them in the bin. How can he act like nothing happened at all? Like they were just having a normal banter.
"Something wrong?" he asks, knowing her too well. Effie isn't someone who is quiet for long.
"No. Yes. I don't know. We just slept together." she mumbles, buttoning up her jumpsuit again.
"You think it was a mistake." He states.
"I don't want things to be weird now." Effie answers honestly.
"They don't have to be." He says, putting on his shirt again. "Look, we had a good time right?" she nods. "Then let's not think about it in a bad way. It happened, we had fun. So what? Everything's going to shit right now, I think this was probably the best thing that happened in months to be honest. If you don't want to ever mention it again, fine, then let's not, but other than that, I don't really mind this."
"Is that an offer to do ´this´ again in the future?" Effie asks, raising her eyebrows at him.
"If you want it to be, princess, then sure." He says smirking and she smiles back.
Then a voice calls through the halls. Alma Coins voice. They completely forgot the time in the heat of the moment. Effie stands up and walks to the door, opening it for Haymitch.
"I think you have to go. Your room is quite a walk from here away." She says while he passes her. "I'll keep that offer of yours in mind."
"You do that, sweetheart." Haymitch stops in front of her, waiting a moment before leaning in for a kiss. Effie is surprised but she doesn't push away. Their lips meet, but this time it's not a heated kiss. This one is gentle and sweet. When they break apart Effie smiles. "Don't forget to write every little detail in that little diary of yours." He chuckles and she punches him playfully in his arm.
"Fuck you, Haymitch." She says, not at all angry though.
"I am afraid you already did." He smirks, earning himself another hit before turning around and slowly heading down the hall.
"Goodnight, Haymitch." Effie calls after him and she doesn't know if it's just her imagination but Effie is sure she heard him call back too.