Prompt : can you please make one where Haymitch is 29 and Effie 23 or 24, her fist year as an scort and Haymitch does everything to make her go as he has done to the others scorts of the parts years Annoying, insulting, embarrasing them to leave but Effie is not what he thinks and he learns that the hard way and she made a promised that she will stay with him as his scort to annoy his existense just to see who cracks first.

Don't know what exactly happened there but beware of some nudity and dirty talk.

Bring it on

Haymitch rolled off her and laid on his back, panting for breath. Her ceiling had a crack just above her bed, he was surprised she hadn't thrown a fit about that and had it made over yet. For her first year as an escort, Effie Trinket had certainly made an impression as a perfectionist bordering on obsessive about the proper way to do things.

Haymitch had hated her at first sight.

"This doesn't change anything." he said, still short of breath. "I look forward to not seeing you next year."

How they had fallen in bed together was a bit of a mystery to him. He had used every trick up his sleeve to peeve her away. Usually, by that time, District Twelve's escort had given up and Trinket's stubborn refusal to quit was a problem. He had a bet with Chaff, an escort a year. The shortest they stayed, the more expensive was the bottle of whiskey the loser had to buy. Chaff had already driven his escort away, she had handed her notice two days earlier. But Trinket? Trinket didn't seem fazed by anything.

He had showed up drunk at the Reaping, he had thrown up on her very expensive shoes, he had insulted her, made fun of her, mortified her in front of every person they had met… In short, he had made her life a living hell from start to finish and instead of running away as fast as her high heels could take her, she had screamed bloody murder, replied to every of his insults by one of her own and, more generally, had annoyed the hell out of him. Oh, how Chaff had laughed when he had told him that one would be harder to get rid of…

He had needed to be more creative and he thought he had been just that when he had "tripped" and snatched her wig off her head during an interview for that year losing districts. They had been on live television after all, but she had laughed it off with Flickerman like it happened every day and had "accidentally" kicked him in the shin afterwards, when they had been going back to the penthouse. That had given way to a screaming match to rival all screaming matches he ever had in his life. He had pushed her against the wall at some point, trying to threaten some sense into her but she had not been afraid, she had pushed right back and from that… Well he seemed to recall quite a lot of shouting abuse at each others and then she had kissed him or he had kissed her, he couldn't quite remember which way it had happened. The sex, he must admit, had been really good. Who knew Miss Proper would be such a tigress in the sack? He was still a bit breathless…

"You will see me next year." Trinket chuckled. "And the year after that. The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be."

"No, I won't." He should get out of her room, find some liquor and forget this ever happened. He could feel his body starting to relax and he was sure he was going to fall asleep. "Escorts don't last more than one year with me."

"This is my chance, I'm not letting it pass because you're a bully, Haymitch." She turned on her side and propped herself on her elbow. "Learn how to work with me and everything will run smoothly."

He turned his head lazily to look at her. She was a beautiful woman, really attractive. Her silver wig was somewhere between the elevator and the bedroom door, her dark blond hair barely reached her shoulders but it was soft and long enough for his fingers to tangle in when he had… Alright, that wasn't helping matters. Her make-up was smudged and almost gone, so that her face was covered in white powder in some spots only; her lipstick, he was sure, was all over his mouth and body, her lips were all swollen and bruised from too much kissing; one of her fake eyelashes had fallen off at some point which made her look slightly ridiculous because one of her eye seemed smaller than the other. She had gorgeous eyes, so blue you just had to hold them a second longer than necessary.

"Sweetheart, if you think I will let you stay because of what just happened, you're very mistaken." he snorted. "I don't fuck Capitol women if I can help it."

He didn't know exactly what had just happened. He had never willingly had sex with someone from the Capitol, even on some of his most wasted night of drinking.

He had hoped the crude language would have shocked her – maybe offend her enough that she would huff and cry and run away to give her notice – but she didn't even bat an eyelid. "I don't fuck rude uncivilized men either, so I'm glad we've sorted this out."

Oh, she was good. He couldn't help his smirk. "Uncivilized?"

"Everyone knows the proper thing to do for a man after a one-night stand is to leave quickly and quietly and never speak of it again so no party is embarrassed." She lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "And yet here you are, not only laying in my bed but talking about it. Really improper, that."

There was something about her lecturing him on propriety when she was stark naked that he found very arousing. She didn't even seem to care about being naked, there was no false modesty, no shyness… She showed the self-confidence of someone who was hot and knew it. She obviously noticed his predicament because she eyed his body with a smug smile and it made him stop for a bit and think more clearly. Did she seduce him in hope that he would relent and stop trying to make her quit?

"You don't look very embarrassed to me." he commented. His hand twitched with the need to touch her again.

"Perhaps I am very talented at acting." she retorted.

"Maybe." he granted her. Who knew who was what in the Capitol? Big town of fakes and phonies. "How old are you?"

Her laugh sounded genuine enough to his ears, like she was actually surprised and amused by the question. "You don't ask a lady that kind of questions. Rude."

"I'm beginning to think you enjoy rudeness." He rolled on his side so that he could see her properly. "Proper is a little boring for your taste, isn't it, Princess?"

She studied him for a few seconds and tilted her head. "I am twenty-three, if you must know." She gave a one-shoulder shrug that made her breasts sway and he couldn't look away for a few seconds. "And I am still not quitting. You will have to do better than your pitiful childish attempts at driving me away. I intend to become really famous and I always get what I want."

"Do you, now?" he rolled his eyes. He had seen thousands of girls like her, all dreaming of becoming the next hit girl in the Capitol. They all thought being an escort or a commentator in the Games would be their ladder to success but it never was.

"Well, I got you, didn't I?" she teased. "I used to have a big crush on you in my teenage years. I swore I would sleep with you one day, and here we are."

He surprised himself by openly laughing at that one. "Glad I could settle that fantasy of yours." He couldn't wait to tell Chaff. He would never hear the end of it. "You're still not staying."

"You know, I was thinking of staying in Twelve for two or three years before applying to a more prestigious District, but you trying to make me give up makes me think I will stay a while longer." She laid back down. "There's something you should know about me, since we're going to be colleagues for a few years. I never yield, Haymitch, nor do I ever back down from a challenge."

"You're not staying, period." he growled. "You will quit just like every other one of your fellow little chicks has done."

She hooked a leg behind his and pulled. He grated his teeth but refused to give up even if the effect she was having on him was in plain sight. "Should we bet on that?" She leaned in and brushed her lips against his, not exactly kissing but certainly teasing. "Which one of us can be the most annoying, do you think? Because I do think I want to stay and drive you mad." She was doing just that already but he wasn't about to go and admit it out loud. Her foot ran up and down his calf. "Terms of the bet : I quit, you get to sleep with me again. For every year I stay, I get to sleep with you again. How does that sound?"

"There's a flaw in your plan, sweetheart." he pointed out. "Who says I want to sleep with you again? Told you I don't do Capitols."

"No?" She snuggled against him, and his hand instinctively shot to her waist. He was lost. Too much skin on skin, too many sensations. Her creamy white skin against his olive skin was driving him crazy. She pressed a few kisses on his collarbone and then nibbled softly on it. That was going to leave a mark but he was still debating between pinning her to the mattress and getting out of her bed. Where was the upper hand in this thing? How did he win ? She made the choice for him in the end. "And here I thought I could be the exception." She straddled him and then slid to the other side of him to get out of the bed. He watched her slip her dressing gown on, he was aroused and frustrated and not totally getting how this small thing of a woman could have get one over him when he had sent grown men crying. "All bets are off, then. We will play for glory." She looked down at him with a smile. "You're not winning this, Haymitch. I've annoyed people since I was born."

"I will be such a pain in your ass, Trinket." he vowed, climbing off her bed with as much dignity as he could. Her lips twitched in amusement – dirty mind too, what kind of escort did they appointed to him this year? – but he didn't let that distract him. "You should do yourself a favor and resign while you can."

She pecked his lips softly. It wasn't an invitation and he didn't mistake it for one. It was a challenge. "Do your worst, I shall answer in kind."

"Bring it on, sweetheart." he smirked. "Bring it on."