Prompt: Imagine Person A gets really touchy feely & affectionate in their sleep. Person B enjoys all the drowsy confessions and stroking so instead of telling A and risking them controlling it, B keeps this nightly treat to themselves. I thought it was too cute to let it slip :) and you write so well, I adore your fics! :*
Sleepy Cuddles
Effie was starting to doze off, lulled to sleep by Haymitch's soft snoring. She could feel every of his breaths against her neck and that made her smile. She didn't sleep much since the rebellion, nightmares still plagued her, but what she loved the most in Twelve were the nights. Just sleeping next to Haymitch felt like a gift, she had spent so much time wondering if she would ever see him again… And even before the rebellion, it had never been quite like that between them. They had never just slept peacefully in the same bed, not without much alcohol and sex involved. But it was different now. They went to bed together every night and they helped each other through their night terrors. Not that Haymitch suffered from that a lot anymore… It had died down after she had come to live in Twelve. He still had the occasional nightmares but they weren't as violent as they used to be. Hers on the other hand… What was waiting for her in her nightmares was the reason she didn't sleep much.
She didn't mind laying in bed and waiting for dawn, she enjoyed it even. There were compensations to hours without sleep. As if on cue, Haymitch's hand slid from her hip to her stomach and wrapped around her, bringing her closer to his chest, his leg slipped between hers and she hooked her foot behind his calf out of habit. His breathing was slow and his fingers twitched rhythmically, he was deeply asleep she knew. She stroke his arm slowly, a small smile blossoming on her face. She loved those moments. Haymitch wasn't particularly demonstrative when he was awake but in his sleep he always found a way to wrap himself all over her. Not that she would tell him, though. She was sure the second she mentioned it, he would make sure it never happened again.
He nuzzled his face against her neck. "Effie." It was a sigh against her skin.
She turned her head slightly just to make sure he was still asleep but… he was. His chest was still rising and falling regularly and his eyelids were still closed.
"I'm here." she whispered, letting her hand run up and down his arm once more.
He breathed in deeply, clutching her even more against his chest.
"Mine." he mumbled incoherently like he did mostly every night. Contentment and pride erupted in her heart soon replaced by a warm feeling. She loved it when he did that in his sleep.
"Yours." she promised, closing her eyes.