Prompt : Hi I had an idea! Could you please write up a prompt where there's a hot escort calendar which comes out every year (12 districts=12 escorts=12 months) and them all in really revealing clothes and underwear. Like, Portia or someone buys it and shows everyone who are like amazed by Effie. Then she gets really embarrassed and Haymitch is just transfixed? Thank you if you do!:)

December Girl

A lady should never show when her feet are hurting and Effie was very much a lady but those new heels were so uncomfortable she was glad for the couch in the penthouse.

"Are you sure the children will be alright on their own?" she insisted, worried despite herself. Katniss and Peeta were both being interviewed downstairs, however even though they only had to get back to the elevator and push the button to the twelfth floor after they were done… Effie wasn't truly able to stop worrying. They were old enough to do so without babysitters – as Haymitch had argued for several minutes – and they all needed a break from each other before someone committed a murder. Portia and Cinna had gone their own way as soon as the Victory Tour train had reached the Capitol with a promise to be back for dinner but Haymitch and Effie had been stuck in the Training Center most of the afternoon, directing their victors to room after room full of people who wanted to know everything there was to know about them. They had done their good share of interviews too, so when Katniss and Peeta's last interview had begun, Haymitch had suggested they headed back upstairs and Effie had been persuaded more easily than she should have.

"Leave them be." Haymitch waved her worries away, sinking on the other side of the couch with the usual glass of whiskey. "They need to get used to be on their own anyway. They will be mentors soon enough and you won't be there to babysit them."

"I have to babysit you." she objected with a huff that only made him smirk.

"I'm special." he winked. "And you wouldn't have it any other way, it helps your control freak tendencies."

She was glad for the white powder on her cheeks because it hid her blush. She didn't quite know if she was embarrassed or annoyed but her face was flaming all the same. Her mouth pinched in a hard line. "Why are you always so dead set on insulting me?"

"Because it's my only pleasure in life, Princess." he replied over the rim of his glass.

She was about to ask him – not without a sarcastic tone – what was alcohol for him if not a pleasure when Cinna arrived, interrupting what was surely to be a fight of epic proportion. Their fights always were of epic proportions after all.

"Katniss' dress is ready for the ball." the stylist reported. "All is going as planned."

"That's great news, Cinna." She gestured for him to sit down and stood herself, offering him drinks and appetizers like a good hostess. It was no use waiting for Haymitch to do it, that man had no manners. She poured him a glass of white wine and made small talk while Haymitch looked on them with growing amusement. Apparently, the fact that she felt dismayed by the impossibility to get their hand on the finest lace of Five – despite what it probably meant for the District in question – was a very good joke. Cinna's more subdued regrets were funny too if Haymitch's smirk was to be believed.

They kept on talking about lace and Cinna's latest collection she would be modeling for and Haymitch kept drinking and making inappropriate comments they were both electing to ignore. When Portia burst in the living-room like she more or less always did when she was sure only her friends were present, Effie felt relieved because she had exhausted the topic of Cinna's next fashion show and was about to fall back on the subject of his most public rival – who had, according to popular opinion, based his next collection on flames just to copy Katniss' now famous dress.

"It's here!" Portia said with an enthusiasm that could only mean one thing.

Forgetting all about her hurting feet, Effie bolted from the couch and crossed the room in three long strides. "Is it? Oh, show me!"

She almost tore the big square calendar from her friend's hands. The glazed paper was shiny and new and so, so very exquisite. The twelve escorts were on the cover, as was traditional, the photo was nice but she didn't lose any time with it, she turned the calendar around because the back was always reserved for that year winning District's escort. A photo of her in an elegant ball gown greeted her, all in black and white feathers that could look like a mockingjay if one was paying close attention.

"The dress is perfect." Effie breathed out, before looking up to Portia who was smiling so hard it must hurt. "Are you happy with it? They didn't let me chose the photo they would use but I made sure to tell them the dress must…"

"It's beautiful, Effie." Portia cut her off, her eyes going back to the shiny paper and the dress she had so carefully designed especially for her. "You're beautiful too, of course, but I like my dress better." She winked at her and Effie couldn't help but grin too because it was such an honor to design a dress for the calendar… Cinna was well renown by now but Portia had still to make a name for herself and that would be it, Effie was so sure it would be it…

"Can we see what the fuss is about or what?" Haymitch grunted from the couch. "Who's rude now, sweetheart?"

She dismissed him with a flick of her hand and put the calendar back in Portia's hands without opening it to see the rest of the photos. She trusted Alurio to have done a good job with her image and the photoshoot had gone well enough, all she had really cared about was Portia's dress really.

"Is it the calendar?" Cinna asked, leaning in curiously. "Wasn't it supposed to be out only tomorrow?"

It was tradition for the escorts calendar to be sold after the victors ball at President Snow's mansion, true enough. Effie glanced at Portia who smiled harder. "I am a woman of many talents." their friend shrugged. "There was a big box full of them and no one was watching so…"

Cinna laughed out loud at that, Haymitch looked vaguely impressed but Effie chided her half-heartedly. She felt like the only adult in the room sometimes.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" Portia prompted, perching on Cinna's armchair to show him the mockingjay-style dress.

"Are you talking about the dress or Effie?" Cinna teased but he smiled at the escort nonetheless. "You are beautiful, Effie. You did a very good job with this one."

"Oh, please, the dress did everything." she denied. "All I had to do was smile."

"And aren't you gifted for that." Haymitch snorted. "What's all this about a calendar then? How come I didn't know about that?"

"You're never in the Capitol when it comes out." she explained, leaving the rest unsaid. He wasn't in the Capitol because they had never won before. "It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Portia rolled her eyes. "Of course, it's a big deal! She's just being modest, Haymitch. The calendar usually makes or kill an escort. Either they love you or they hate you, it determines how famous you are for the rest of the year." Portia's grin looked like a cat who had just caught a canary. "And the hottest escort of the year is wearing my dress. There is no bigger deal." Cinna cleared his throat pointedly and Portia deflated a little. "Well, of course, there are bigger deals than that going on right now, but…"

"But it's a big opportunity for Portia and I was so happy she let me wear her dress!" Effie felt compelled to finish for her.

Haymitch stared at the stylist and then at the escort like they both had lost their minds.

"Don't let Peeta find that." Cinna joked, flipping through the pages. "It could become embarrassing pretty fast."

"Oh, now I have to see." Haymitch decided, putting his glass on the table. He outstretched a hand to Cinna who ignored him. "Give me that."

Feeling silly being the only one standing up, Effie sat back next to the mentor, preparing herself for endless teasing and probably a few insults too. "Manners, Haymitch."

"You look fantastic in the other photo too, Effie." Cinna complimented.

"True." Portia piped. "Who designed the lingerie?"

"Lingerie?" Haymitch sounded dumbfounded. "You posed in lingerie? Give me that, Cinna!"

He almost crushed Effie to get to Cinna who finally handed him the calendar with a smile.

"Don't make it sound like I posed for some obscene reasons. It's traditional and benefits go to charities." Effie huffed. "Plus, it's very tasteful. You can't see anything improper. I am still wearing my wig after all."

"But not much else." Cinna commented. He was only joking though and quickly added how amazing she looked.

Effie blushed. All the more so when Haymitch's eyes stopped on the picture of her in Portia's dress. "That looks like a mockingjay." he observed in a flat tone. "Did you do that on purpose?"

Effie frowned because he almost sounded angry. "It was my idea." He stopped glaring at Portia to stare at her. "Mockingjays are the latest fashion."

"It's also a statement." he said, the hand not holding the calendar curling into a fist.

"Only to a selected few." she countered, placing her own hand on his. He relaxed slightly under her touch.

"Don't do something so foolish again." he snapped anyway, turning his gaze to the stylists. "No more mockingjay dresses."

Portia and Cinna exchanged a look but stayed silent. He grumpily went back to the photo, his eyes lingering a bit too much on her cleavage but if the dress was a tad more revealing than what she usually wore, that was nothing to the themed picture inside the calendar and that made her cheeks flare all over again.

He opened the calendar to find Loffie in her January outfit and swallowed hard. Effie suppressed an angry – or maybe jealous – comment. This one was properly ridiculous but Loffie often was so she guessed everything was in order. She didn't appreciate the way he closely watched the red negligee she was wearing while rolling in piles of mistletoes. That one was tasteless.

"Which month are you?" he asked, flipping to the next month.

February and Dasily pretending to build a snowmen in pale blue panties and matching bra… Once again he looked for far too long and she tore the calendar from his hand without a second thought. "I'm Twelve escort, am I not?" she retorted in an icy voice. "I'm December, it's only logical, Haymitch." He watched her with obvious amusement as she flipped through the pages to find her own photo. She closed the calendar immediately after she found it, glaring accusingly at Cinna. "You didn't say they had chosen this one."

Cinna's lips twitched. "I did say you should keep it away from Peeta…"

"Maybe you should have said to keep it away from Haymitch." Portia added but her smile softened. "You look lovely, Effie. You have such a great body, I'm jealous."

A bit embarrassed, she thrust the calendar between herself and the armrest and put a cushion on it for good measure. "You're not seeing this picture." she decided.

Haymitch's eyebrows shot up. "Okay. One…" he snorted. "Do you really think I'm not going to take that thing back from you? And two… What's stopping me from just buying my own tomorrow?"

"Decency." she hissed. "And your friendship with me."

"Curiosity is outwinning friendship right now, sweetheart." he snickered. His hand shot around her to get the calendar back but she grabbed his arm and wedged it against her stomach so he couldn't move anymore. "Seriously, Princess? You think pressing your breasts against my arm is going to discourage me?"

Her face, she could swear, was crimson and powder wasn't doing a good job of hiding it. She didn't let go of his arm, though, not caring that he was twisted around and probably uncomfortable.

"Should we leave you two alone?" Portia giggled.

"Yes!" Haymitch roared at the same she shouted "No!"

"You are not seeing this picture, Haymitch." she scowled.

He leaned in a little, so close she could feel his breath rolling on her lips. "Wanna bet?" His breath smelt like the whiskey he had just drunk and she felt intoxicated by the vapor of alcohol. Her heart started racing for no reason and he must have felt it because he smirked slowly. He leaned further and further and she barely even heard Cinna and Portia loud and obviously embarrassed chatter through the pounding of her heart. She watched, with wide opened and slightly frightened eyes, his face coming closer until there was so little space left he had to kiss her. She closed her eyes when his mouth brushed hers.

But in the end, that's all there was: his mouth brushing against hers. Her arms had slackened and he escaped her grip. She blinked, confused and a tad mortified because Cinna and Portia were in the same room not two feet awayand how couldshe forget somethinglike that? He waved the calendar in the air in victory. She pursed her lips in irritation. "You're the most improper man I have ever met."

"If that's your way of saying I'm an asshole, you have to work on your insults, sweetheart." he snorted, flipping through the pages until he found the last month. She turned her head away, not caring to see the mocking smile that was bound to appear, and angrily folded her arms on her chest. She noticed, not without irritation, that Portia and Cinna seemed to find the whole thing hilarious.

Silence stretched for far too long and no insult was forthcoming, so Effie glanced at Haymitch but he didn't even notice. He was staring at the calendar with so much intensity she was half-afraid he would burn a whole in the shiny paper. She peeked at the picture he was watching, thinking he must have flipped to another escort but no, it was her, pouting at the camera clad in see-through golden lace that only really covered the important parts. The picture was far from being indecent and a lot less explicit than some of the other escorts' and yet it was still sexy and much more than Haymitch had ever seen of her.

"Do you want a glass of icy water, Haymitch?" Portia teased. "Or a cold shower, perhaps?"

Haymitch sent a mild glare her way before clearing his throat awkwardly, shutting the calendar close. "We definitely should keep that away from the boy." he said at last.

"Afraid he's going to make a pass at Effie?" Cinna joked, eyes twinkling with mirth. "She is gorgeous on those pictures, after all."

"You're a dear but stop it." Effie requested, feeling embarrassed. Although, to be fair, it was more the way Haymitch was looking at her than Cinna's praises that was making her want to dig a hole and hide. "I should go and freshen up before the children get back." she said already standing up. "If you will excuse me."

She fled to her room with as much dignity as she could. She felt better once she had splashed some cold water on her burning cheeks, she felt more in control. She removed the now smudged make-up that had started to hitch anyway and stared thoughtfully at her clean face in the bathroom mirror. She should wait a few minutes before applying new powder, just to let her skin breathe. She wasn't particularly alarmed when she heard her bedroom door open and close.

"I swear, Portia, you always add fuel to the fire!" she exclaimed, getting out of the bathroom with her hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face. She froze when she saw Haymitch awkwardly standing there. "You're not Portia."

Her stupid comment made his awkwardness go away. "What gave it away, sweetheart? The lack of heels?" he snorted, before throwing the calendar on her bed. "You forgot that."

"I thought Portia would want to keep it." she retorted, glancing at everything in her room but him.

"Why? She likes to look at sexy pictures of you?" He stepped closer and she instinctively stepped backward. "I've never seen you like this."

"That's because I don't usually walk around in my underwear." she replied, rolling her eyes at his stupidity.

"Yeah, well, maybe you should." He took another step closer but she stood her ground this time. "But I meant without that shit on your face." Fingers brushed hesitantly against her cheek and she yelped in realization.

She pressed her hands against her face and turned around. "Go away!" she shrieked. "I'm hideous! I'm not fit to be seen!"

"You're afraid to be hideous the only time you don't look like a clown, yeah, right…" She could practically hear the eye roll.

It made her so angry she forgot about the way she looked, Haymitch was always making fun of her anyway. She turned around and glared. "I don't look like a clown. I am fashionable, thank you very much."

"Your fashion is stupid." he shrugged, before waving at her face. "Hiding that, it's a crime. You actually look pretty under all that crap."

"Fashion isn't stupid." she hissed, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. "If someone is stupid here… Wait." She frowned. "Did you just pay me a compliment?"

"Don't get used to it." he grumbled, taking a step back to avoid being stabbed by her sharp nail. He rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, looking down, and that was such an uncharacteristic behavior that made her pause.

"Are you acting this way because of that picture?" she asked, nodding to the forgotten calendar.

"No." he denied but his eyes betrayed him. The way he was looking at her right then… It was ravenous and greedy and she had to suppress a shiver of desire.

She studied him for a few seconds and then walked to her dressing table with deliberate slowness. Those heels might be killing her feet but they sure did make her legs look endless. "Are you sure?" She took out pin after pin holding her wig in place seemingly absent-mindedly. That wasn't a move she would have tried on anyone else because who wanted to see a woman with her natural hair? But Haymitch wasn't Capitol and given how he had reacted to her absence of make-up, she didn't think he would be repulsed by her strawberry blond hair.

"What are you doing?" His voice sounded strained and that made her smile.

"Freshening up." she replied innocently, taking off the last pin. She put it on the dresser with a pout. "Why? Does it bother you?"

"Don't start something you don't want to finish." he growled.

She slid a hand under her wig, at her nape, careful not to wreck it. She had spent hours styling that complicated bun. "I always finish what I start, Haymitch." She didn't have time to take it off. In two strides, he was on her, a hand gripping her wrist to stop her, the other clutching her waist. His face was close to hers again, so close all she would have to do was to lean in a little and…

"Stop being a tease." he warned. "You don't want to play with me, Effie."

She licked her lips instinctively. "Oh, I think I really do." She pressed against him to lightly kiss his jaw, rejoicing in his sharp intake of breath. "That picture didn't really do me justice, you know." she murmured against his ear. "I can be much, much sexier…" She was high with power and dimly aware she was playing with fire but she couldn't care less. There were good reasons they never crossed the line and none of those was lack of desire. They all seemed stupid right then though, she could think of nothing else but the way he was staring at her, she wanted nothing else but his mouth on hers and his hands on her body, she needed it.

His hand stopped gripping her wrist to slide slowly under the wig and she knew he had given up on reason too. Soon enough, she felt her hair tumbling on her shoulders and he brushed his fingers through the strands reverently. "You're beautiful." he whispered against his better judgment. "You're so beautiful…"

Something melted in her chest. Nobody had ever told her she looked beautiful when she wasn't wearing a wig or make-up before. Capitol men didn't want natural, they wanted artfully constructed beauty or fantasy came true. "You're only saying that because you want to get into my bed." she joked and he frowned.

"I'm saying that because it's true, just like I say you usually look like a clown." he replied. She opened her mouth to debate the point but he kissed her into silence. It was soft at first but it didn't stay that way. It grew heated and messy and he lifted her so she was sitting of the dresser. It was too low and impractical but she still used the opportunity to get rid of his shirt before unzipping her dress because she didn't trust him with such a delicate thing. He grunted when she pushed him away to step out of it but he stopped complaining once she stood in front of him in her red panties and bra.

"Should I reconsider walking around in my underwear?" she teased, absolutely loving the way he was staring at her body.

He pushed her unto the bed and attacked her throat with his mouth, hands roaming all over her. "I don't share." he growled against her skin. His teeth would leave marks but… she didn't care.

"No?" she asked breathlessly, coiling a hand around his neck to kiss him again. They kissed like they fought and that was glorious. He took control of the kiss at some point and it became painfully slow, she moaned in sheer frustration but when their eyes met afterwards it felt all the more significant.

"No." he simply said. And, somehow, she understood that it wasn't an answer to her stupid little joke but a statement. He wouldn't share, that wasn't a one-time thing, that wasn't simply him being turned on by an idiotic calendar… It was about them.

"Alright then." she grinned.

AN: Just to be clear because Akachankami asked while correcting, when I say the calendar is for charities what I really mean is the governement says it's for charity but it pays for the ball at Snow's Mansion XD (ergo why it comes out the day after the feast) but obviously Effie wouldn't actually know that.