Hey! I got a prompt for my fav Hayffie writer if you're still taking them: Haymitch and Effie are sent retrieving the cake Peeta made for his daughter's birthday and forgot at the bakery. Once there though, Haymitch gets distracted by cupcakes on a stand on the counter...

Warning for some steamy times

The Bakery

"Haymitch, don't." Effie chided him, slapping his hand away from the cupcakes left on a counter. The bakery kitchen certainly wasn't as neat as she had expected it to be. "We're here for Willow's birthday cake, not for you to stuff yourself with stolen goods."

"It's hardly stealing, I have the keys." he snorted, snatching a strawberry cupcake while she looked around for the birthday cake.

"If you aren't planning on paying for them, it counts as stealing." she argued absent-mindedly. Now, where would a baker forget a cake?

"Interesting." he mumbled. "Look at this."

She frowned but walked closer, not seeing anything of importance – certainly not the birthday cake she was looking for at any rate. "What is it?"

He tapped the surface next to the plate of cupcakes. "Hip level. Perfect height."

"To bake?" She cursed herself for her naivety when she felt his hands wandering on her waist. "No, no, no! Haymitch, my dress." But it was too late. Sticky fingers had already left strawberry stains on her yellow dress. "I am going to kill you." she growled.

"Not if I kill you first, sweetheart." he chuckled, spinning her around. His mouth crashed on hers before she could think of any other threat. She momentarily forgot to be mad when he deepened the kiss because he tasted like strawberry, chocolate and whiskey, three of her favorite flavors. The kiss alone was intoxicating. It was the kind that made her brain freeze and turn to mush and he took advantage of it, pinning her against the counter. She was so far gone that she didn't even protest when his sticky hands slid lower and cupped her bottom.

"Now, I am going to have to go back home to change." she complained between two kisses. He looked unrepentant so she captured his lower lip between her teeth, making sure to bite just that little bit harder than necessary before letting go.

"The tragedy." he mocked her. His hands were on the back of her thighs now and she was unsurprised to be lifted so she was sitting on top the counter he had been eyeing. Perfect height, indeed. "Let me help you with that dress." He stepped between her legs and she instinctively hooked them around his, bringing him even closer.

"They're waiting for us to bring the cake back…" she objected. She whacked his hands away from the straps on her shoulders until he gave up and started kissing her neck instead, a hand in her hair – no doubt messing it up – and the other on her thigh. "Be reasonable, Haymitch. We can't… Not in here."

Now, since they would have to go back home for her to change anyway… How terrible a person would she be if she made a two years old wait for her birthday cake an hour longer? It was Peeta's fault for forgetting the damn cake in the first place anyway.

"Why not?" he mused, his mouth was hot and wet on her neck and she just knew she would start to pant before long. Why wasn't it a good idea to make out like that in there again?

"We can't do that in the bakery kitchen!" she exclaimed as if it had come back to her suddenly. "It's very improper not to mention unsanitary."

Although Haymitch's pants were already really tight and she was very tempted to just send propriety to hell…

"Please, sweetheart." he snorted "Those counters are hip-level and Katniss spends all her time in here. What do you think they do all day?"

She pushed on his shoulder until he stopped nibbling on her skin to look at her. "Are you saying Peeta and Katniss are having sex?"

A teasing smirk appeared on his lips. "Since their kid is two years old today, I think I need to explain to you how people make babies, Effie. Step one, get rid of this stupid dress…"

"Stop it!" she gripped his wrists and held them down on her thighs. "Do you mean to tell me the children are having sex in here."

"Well, obviously not right now so…" He leaned in for a kiss but she evaded his mouth.

"Do you think they… Do you think there is any chance they did anything on the counter I'm sitting on?" she asked. "Be very, very honest, Haymitch."

He seemed to contemplate that and then he shrugged. "Yeah, probably."

She practically jumped from that counter and then wiped her hands on her dress. "This is disgusting."

"Disgusting and probably very fun." he sighed, a small pout on his mouth. "Lucky them."

She scowled at him. "You would make love to me somewhere the children are used to…" She couldn't even finish this sentence.

"Make love to you, no. Fuck you brainless, now…" he retorted and then rolled his eyes faced with her glaring. "I don't see what the big deal is."

"Men." she spat before turning her back to him, once again intending to find that cake.

Although…

Now that she knew what was really going on in that kitchen, she wasn't sure she wanted to eat their cakes ever again…