Prompt : HI! Do you still take prompts? Please write about Haymitch and Effie's first time! Love your fics

When I received this prompt and consulted with akachankami we both agreed their first time wouldn't be tender and gentle but rough and hasty, probably hate sex, possibly involving alcohol consumption... and then we wondered if their experience at that point could have played a part.

We both guessed Effie wouldn't be the blushing virgin bride type, having had her fair share of lovers (and seeing the script for the movie we are even more convinced now she was quite the femme fatale!) but what of Haymitch?

Haymitch was reaped at 16 for the Games and he had a girlfriend at the time so it's fair to think they had some fumbling in the dark, but considering the condition of the districts and the possibility that non safe sex would lead to a pregnancy (and a baby whose name would end up in a glass bowl 12 years later) I think smart kids would refrain from having intercourse before marriage and I see it as being frowned upon by most citizens anyway.

Therefore when he's reaped our loverboy is quite unexperienced and if we follow canon he was never forced into prostitution and kept around as an example for whoever dared to oppose the system. We can't see him very interested in or aroused by Capitol women for obvious reasons and it's implied Haymitch avoided most district citizens so when he finds himself tipsy and with his hands full of Effie after a most heated argument... this is what happens:

(Warnings for some smut)

A First Time For Everything

1.

Haymitch wasn't particularly taken aback by the kissing.

One second he was screaming himself hoarse about something she had accused him of – what precisely, he wouldn't have been able to tell – the next, she was grabbing the lapel of his jacket and pulling him in a forceful kiss. It had happened before. It would probably happen again. Usually, one of them rediscovered their sanity soon enough but this time neither of them seemed able to stop.

The bottle of whiskey escaped his fingers and smashed on the floor without him noticing. His hands went to her waist, curving right around her bony hips, and pushed back. She kept hold of his jacket and pulled him with her until he wasn't able to understand who was pushing and who was tugging, all he knew was that he ended up pinning her to the wall with his whole body and that the feeling of her pressed against him was glorious. His hands roamed all over her chest and backside, cupping a feel here and there and squeezing involuntary when her own hands wandered south. He couldn't help a moan when she nipped playfully at his neck, making a quick job of getting rid of his jacket and shirt.

He was so focused on the feeling of her mouth against his skin he wouldn't have been able to tell at what point he had gotten bare-chested. Her nails scraped lightly along his spine when he sucked in the soft skin at the hollow of her throat.

"No mark, Haymitch." she warned, a bit out of breath. Her fingers tangled in his hair and tugged his head away, to the other side of her neck.

She used his distraction to unzip her dress, it pooled at her feet and he couldn't help but stare at the heap of fabric, his drunken brain finally clearing up enough for him to realize what was going on.

"Sweetheart, what are we doing?" In retrospect, it was probably a dumb question.

"Do you need me to spell it out or draw you a picture?" She lifted a mocking eyebrow and that was more than he could take.

He wouldn't be mocked by a Capitol woman and certainly not by this one in particular. He crushed her mouth under his violently, pinning her to the wall again. If she was upset by his roughness, she didn't show it. She bit his shoulder despite her warning about visible marks and, when he jerked back, she dived under his arm to escape him. She didn't go far though, she grabbed his hand and dragged him to her bedroom. The door wasn't properly closed yet that they were already kissing again. He fumbled with the clasp of her bra until she undid it herself with a frustrated sigh and slipped out of her panties and high heels. Her fingers were quick and obviously experienced in dealing with reluctant belts. His pants and underwear were around his ankles in a matter of seconds. There were other things her fingers were skilled at.

And that was when Haymitch froze.

He remained unresponsive to her kissing even when she pulled him on the bed and she finally froze too, on her back, very much exposed while he was towering over her, not quite kneeling but not quite sitting either. His hands, for some reasons, were on her waist and in a desperate attempt to chase the awkwardness away, he drew circles with his thumbs, marveling a bit at the softness of her skin, at how creamy it all looked.

"Well?" she prompted after a few seconds. Her hands coiled around his wrists and guided his hands to her breasts but he still didn't move. "Really, Haymitch, how drunk are you? Has it been so long since you were with a woman that you don't remember how it works?" Uncertainty was creeping into her voice and Haymitch felt his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

He did know how it worked.

In theory.

In Twelve, it was frowned upon to have sex with anyone before you were married. Well… When you were young anyway. And when he had been reaped, he had been only sixteen and planning on marrying his girl. He wasn't about to go and do something that could put her reputation to shame and she had been killed well before he could put a ring on her finger. He had several opportunities in the Capitol after that but Capitol women and their bright make-up and obvious falseness disgusted him and he could never get the picture of his girl out of his mind. Chaff had tried to bring him to a brothel once, even paid a girl for the whole night. A gift, the older victor had said, because it was damn time he finally 'dip his wick' – end of quotation. Haymitch had almost gone through with it. Almost. It had felt too much like betraying his girl when she had been dead for three years only. And after that… Haymitch drank. It was his answer to every problem. Chastity was better than being sold. Chastity was better than giving anything to a Capitol, all the more so if pleasure was involved. Chastity was his own little victory over them.

Until Effie.

Effie was a tornado of bright colors and cheerfulness. You could try to resist it but sooner or later, you would get scooped up in the storm and blown away. She was everything he hated, from her clothes to her make-up without forgetting her bothersome personality. He liked red wine, she liked white; he wanted the window open she would come and close it; he said up, she said down; he only had to nod yes for her to shake her head no… They were polar opposites and when they collided, it always resulted in an explosion.

He didn't know at what point their mutual loathing had turned into sexual tension. He wasn't sure when they had started shutting each other up by kissing the yelling one and then storming out as if nothing had happened. He didn't know why he desired her so much when he had given up so long ago on the idea of having sex with anyone. He didn't know why her kisses and her touches didn't feel like a betrayal to the ghost of his girl when it really should have been. He only knew he wanted her.

"Oh." Effie let go of his hands, looking everywhere but at him and for a second he thought she had figured it out. He wondered if she would make fun of him. It was quite ridiculous, he supposed, a thirty-five years old man who fumbled with her like a teenager. Pathetic too probably. "You don't find me attractive…" Her voice was laced with that fake cheerfulness he couldn't bear. Perhaps that was the reason he didn't feel like he was betraying anyone nor his own convictions… She was all broken and sad underneath her carefully polished mask, she was just better than he was at hiding it. "It's alright. After all, we can't expect District citizens to recognize true beauty."

Usually, that was the kind of comments that would have angered him but she sounded so vulnerable, she looked so vulnerable, he couldn't find it in himself to be irritated. Effie's ultimate weakness was that she wanted to be loved and admired, she didn't take well to people who resisted her charms, all the more so when it was Haymitch.

He could see the blush under the make-up : two red patches on her cheeks that spread to her throat. It was awkward as it could get and yet Haymitch relaxed a little. He pressed a kiss to her stomach, glancing up to make sure she had nothing against that. She was staring at him, a bit insecure, but at least she wasn't fleeing. He kissed his way up to her breasts, cataloging every new sensations. He felt drunk on her.

"Haymitch?" She brushed her fingers against his cheek tentatively. "You don't have to. I… We can pretend it didn't happen and…"

"You're gorgeous." he smirked, before kissing her full on the mouth. "Stop ruining my fun, sweetheart." Haymitch was naturally curious and there was too much uncharted territory to explore, to touch, to taste, to kiss… He wasn't totally sure what he was doing, every move was purely instinctive, although he must have been doing something right because before long she was panting and squirming.

"There is something like too much foreplay, you know." she snarled before biting his ear lobe and rolling them over.

She took charge and he was happy to let her. He didn't last long, not that he had expected to, but she didn't seem fazed by that. Effie Trinket was anything but shy and she had no problem showing him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it.

"It wasn't… very good for you, was it?" he mumbled, despite the fact that his ego was screaming at him not to ask. They had been laying on their back staring at the ceiling in silence for too long in his opinion. It occurred to him that it was her room and that the proper thing to do was for him to leave.

She rolled on her side, staring at him. Her wig was askew, revealing blond hair, and her make-up was smeared, it wasn't a pretty sight. He wondered what it meant that he found her beautiful still.

"It was good. It wasn't earth-shattering but it was good." she grinned, before patting his chest patronizingly. "You're obviously rusty, it must have been a long time. All you need is practice."

Now would probably have been a good time to come clean but he thought it was better to let her help him get the practice he needed.

2.

They really shouldn't have been doing that, Haymitch mused. He was so out of breath he was still seeing stars and Effie wasn't in a better state, she was panting slowly, laying on his chest like a ragdoll, trying to recover from her bliss. He wrapped his arms around her, not caring about their sweaty skin and wondered how Coin would kill him if he was late again.

There was no time for that kind of activities in Thirteen. The only hours of rest Haymitch was allowed were supposed to be for sleeping but they had stripped him of his knife and of his booze, the only thing left that would help him relax was Effie. They had always been very good at finding ways to blow out some steam.

"I knew I was right to keep you." she purred when she finally had her breath back, stretching like a cat in contentment.

"You make me sound like a pet." He rolled his eyes. He brushed her hair, damp with perspiration, over her shoulder to access her nape. His fingers coiled around her neck possessively.

"More like my favorite sex toy, rather." she chuckled before pressing a lazy kiss against his shoulder. "I swear I will never get tired of you."

"Good thing I'm a fast learner, then." He closed his eyes, trying to will his exhausted body to shut down and sleep. He was as relaxed as he would ever get in this place and Effie made for a nice blanket. She was clever enough to know she should leave the bed if the nightmares kicked in, they had slept in the same bed since her arrival in Thirteen without any problem except a lack of actual sleep, he trusted her to handle him when he was unconscious now.

"Mmm, you are." she agreed. "Don't take it the wrong way but you weren't exactly skilled when we started sleeping together."

"Understatement." he snorted to himself.

"Either I am an exceptional teacher or your other lovers didn't care how you performed in their beds." she hummed.

Her fingers were drawing silly patterns on his right side which was distracting but not enough that he didn't frown. "You haven't figured it out yet, sweetheart?" He was honestly surprised, he thought she had understood but was being tactful in not mentioning his obvious lack of experience prior to their affair.

"Figure out that I am the best lover you ever had?" she laughed, propping herself on her elbows so she could look at him. It was a single bed, too narrow to lay side by side, he had gotten used to her dead weight on his chest when he slept but it wasn't practical when they were trying to have a conversation. "Of course, I have. It doesn't mean I am not curious though. You never talk about your previous affairs when I, on the other hand, am an open book to you."

"Yeah, well… I could have gone without hearing about your string of lovers." he grumbled, instinctively tightening his grip on her. Capitol and Districts didn't have the same approach to sex : for Capitol citizens it was almost a hobby.

"The point is you heard about them." she insisted. She kissed his collarbone, then his neck, she nibbled at his jaw and then when he couldn't take it anymore, he leaned in to catch her lips. She giggled a bit at his impatience but still tortured him mercilessly albeit lazily with her mouth. He had never known kissing could be such a turn-on before her. "Why won't you tell me?"

"There's literally nothing to tell, sweetheart." he shrugged. He wondered when she would finally get it. It wasn't so hard to figure out in his opinion.

"Come on!" she whined. "I swear I won't be jealous even if some of them are in Thirteen."

"You're the only woman in Thirteen I've slept with." He couldn't help but smirk, his hand trailed down her spine to her backside and down to her thigh. It didn't take much to tug her leg just that little bit higher so their body would be in perfect alignment "The only one I want, too."

"Don't try to sex your way out of this discussion, Haymitch, I won't have it." she huffed.

She was sulking and it was too tempting to resist. He kissed the pout away. He would have rolled them over too if he had been sure that wouldn't have resulted in falling out of the bed. Those things really weren't designed for that kind of activity.

"Tell me about your first time." she requested, nuzzling his neck with her cold nose – it was always cold for some reason. Her voice was cautious as it always was when they were discussing his life before the Games.

Haymitch felt the smirk tugging at his lips. "She was younger, more experienced and she said it was good but I don't think I rocked her world."

"Like us then." Effie grinned. "Perhaps you are like fine wine… Women need to acquire a taste for you."

"She's a gorgeous woman." Haymitch went on. His fingers ran down her arm, over the curve of her breast to rest at her waist. "Very annoying though, nagging all the damn time. She can be an outright bitch when she wants to."

The present tense didn't escape her and he wasn't surprised when she kissed him again, as if to remind him who he belonged to now. Her hair tickled his cheek, he combed through the blond curls as they kissed slowly, relishing in the feeling of her nails scraping against the stubble covering his jaw.

"You must have a type." she joked between two kisses.

Haymitch hummed, not committing to anything. "Sex makes it worth it. And the hours in bed doing nothing but touching her skin… Can't forget about that. It's… peaceful." He clasped his hands at the small of her back, holding her where she was. She didn't seem about to bolt away though, even if an annoyed crease was starting to show on her forehead. "'Never thought I would like cuddling before her."

She lowered her eyes and settled down against him, tucking her head under his chin. "You must have loved her a lot to still talk about her in this fashion."

He buried his nose in her hair, seeking the familiar fruity scent of her shampoo. Stupid, of course, there was no fancy shampoo in Thirteen. She smelled like their combined sweat and the standard cheap soap they were all given. He liked it anyway.

"Not at first." he offered and then he shrugged which made her lift her head in annoyance. She threw him a meek glare but he forced himself to smirk. He had never intended for this particular conversation to venture into those treacherous waters. Sex and fun were all very well but talking about love and feelings was still more than he felt himself able to do. "Do you want more details, sweetheart? I can tell you all about how we like to do it in the shower… Or what makes her scream so loud I'm pretty sure people can hear her two corridors away…"

"No, thank you." she scowled, sliding down a little so she could rest her head on his chest where he couldn't so easily shrug it off.

"Curiosity killed the cat?" he mocked, playing with her hair – he always ended up playing with her hair, he had an unhealthy fascination for her hair as she had told him more than once.

He thought she would remain silent. He wasn't certain she was aware of it but her hand was gripping his shoulder possessively. If she squeezed any harder, it would bruise. "How many women were there after her?"

At last they were getting somewhere… Just in time too, he wouldn't be able to stay any longer : if the red numbers on the clock were right his break was almost over. "None."

"None except me you mean." she hummed, a bit dejected.

"None, sweetheart." he chuckled. "You want me to spell it out for you?"

It took exactly two seconds for her to scramble to a sitting position. Well… a straddling position rather. His hands instinctively shot to her waist even though she was doing nothing but staring at him with wide eyes.

"I beg your pardon, are you saying I was… You were…" she stammered to a stop when he didn't correct her. "How could you be… You were… You were thirty-five!" She was so shocked her Capitol accent was very strong. He probably should have been embarrassed but it only made him chuckle. "Oh, you are laughing at me. Good." She whacked his arm playfully. "I believed you!"

"You should." he shrugged. "I never tried to hide it. You're the one who's never paying attention, Princess."

"But… But…" she stuttered.

"But… But…" he mocked in a well-practiced imitation of her voice. He used his grip on her waist as leverage to haul himself into a sitting position so he could kiss her. His fingers tangled in her hair again and he guided her head back so he could kiss her throat which only led to him kissing her breasts. She placed a hand at the back of his head but it was a ghost of a touch, nothing like what he was used to from her. "It doesn't matter. Stop thinking about it." he growled.

"I would have made it special for you." she whispered. "If I had known."

"You made it special plenty of times." He rolled his eyes. "It's not a big deal."

"But it is." She frowned, cupping his face in her hands and placing a soft kiss on his mouth. "It should be."

"I would say make it special now, sweetheart, but I don't think we have time for that." He glanced at the clock. He was on the verge of being late. He would be late anyway. He couldn't go back to the war room smelling like sweat and sex, somehow he was sure Coin would find a way to punish Effie for it.

She didn't freak out about the schedule like he expected her to. Her thumbs stroke his cheeks softly. "Do you really love me?"

"Pretty sure I never actually said that." he snorted.

"You said: not at first." She let her hands fall to his shoulders, a flicker of annoyance flashing on her face. "It implies you have feelings for me now, Haymitch. Do you? It's simple enough a question."

He averted his eyes. Not so cleverly played on his part. "Do you need me to answer that?"

"Need…" she hesitated. "No, I don't need you to answer that but it would be nice to hear it sometimes. I never know with you."

"You should know." He placed his forehead on her shoulder and closed his eyes. It was too easy to get lost on her, he felt high each time she kissed him, inebriated with her scent, rapturous over the smallest touch… She was a drug and he was hooked. "You're my exception, sweetheart." He had broken all of his rules for her, he had broken a lot of rules in general for her.

"And you are mine." She dropped a kiss on his head. "You are also late. You should go."

"You're chasing me out of bed." he smirked, looking up at her. "Never happened before."

"Yes, it did." she laughed, leaning in for a kiss. He couldn't help it, he brought her hips that much closer to him but she moved away even though he tried to chase after her mouth. "You have a war to win, Haymitch."