Prompt : pleeeaase could you do a hayffie prompt from this list post/92410649976/some-fun-sex-tropes-laughing-during-sex-and-or ... or multiple prompts if you'd like ;)

This one was written a month ago but got lost in beta-reading. The last one is dedicated to Akachankami for her peculiar ideas about what to do with ties.

Also, please not that I'm going out of town next week for a competitive exam. As a consequence there won't be any update. I might lurk on tumblr though.

Mischief In Thirteen

Laughing during sex :

One would think that Thirteen would have no use for a washed-up alcoholic victor who spent most of his free time devising ways to sneak liquor in the District but one would apparently be wrong. Haymitch never had one second to himself lately. When Beetee didn't want his input, it was Coin and when it wasn't Coin it was Boggs or Plutarch. It was good to be valued again, to contribute, but it didn't mean he wouldn't have liked to be left alone once in a while. For someone who had spent most of his life in a self-imposed isolation, it was overwhelming to be surrounded by people all the time. Not to mention that his mind was craving distractions and that without alcohol available, the next best thing could only been achieved through some time alone – well… perhaps not alone alone but he would rather be alone with Effie than on his own lonesome company.

That was how he and Effie had ended up in that cupboard in Beetee's workshop in the first place – aside for his friend who was stuck in a reunion in Command, no one hardly ever came around that part of the Defense area – it was his last resort. Every time they started something lately, someone would either call them on their communicuffs, knock on the door or very rudely walk in on them – there hadn't been any indecent incidents yet but as oblivious to it as she always was, Katniss had nearly been scarred for life the other day, although that might have taught her to knock before she walked in his compartment.

"Stop thinking." Effie ordered.

She didn't have to ask twice. In a matter of seconds, she was pinned against the wall. The cupboard was small and there wasn't a lot of room but they were very practiced at wall sex. Her kisses were a drug, he was certain of it. He had never been turned on by mere kissing before her but she managed to make it filthy and sexy in the most delicious ways. He had a particular fondness for her tongue. It could do a lot of very, very special things.

Their clothes were shed quickly and before long, her long legs were wrapped around his waist and he was thrusting with abandon, relishing in her muffled whimpers.

Of course, someone had to come in the workshop at that precise moment. Of course.

They both froze at the sound of familiar voices – or Haymitch would have frozen but his hips seemed to have other ideas and went on with their thrusting. Fortunately, the cupboard door was closed, sparing their dignity but Plutarch and Beetee seemed to be getting settled for a long conversation.

"What do we do?" Effie whispered.

"What do you want to do? Barge out of the cupboard and say boo?" he snorted.

She pursed her lips in disapprobation but he switched angle, thrusting deeper, and her pout morphed in an expression of pleasure.

"Though I don't know…" he chuckled into her neck. "Do you think they would shriek? I bet Plutarch would shriek like a school girl."

She buried her face against his shoulder. She was shaking all over and it took him a few seconds to realize she was muffling her laughter.

"I think they would be shocked and appalled." she murmured, nibbling on that spot on his neck. He had to swallow back a moan.

"I think Plutarch would ogle you." he objected, picking up a faster rhythm. "He's always looking down your shirt every chance he gets."

"You know, most people would have stopped having sex by now." she panted against his ear. "Most people don't have sex when their friends are in the next room. It simply isn't done."

"You want me to stop, sweetheart?" he teased, slowing down his movements.

"I will kill you if you do." she replied.

She was close, he could tell, her nails were clawing at his back and her whimpers were getting louder and louder by the seconds. He pressed his lips against hers to swallow the moans. Her climax triggered his and they collapsed in a heap on the floor in what, he was sure, wasn't a discrete way.

The voices paused in the next room and Haymitch and Effie stared at each other, hearts racing in their chests, but eventually, Plutarch and Beetee started talking again. He didn't know who snickered first but soon enough, they both broke up in an uncontrollable fit of laughter that they did their best to keep silent by pressing their face in the other's shoulder.

It seemed like forever before Beetee and Plutarch finally left again but it was fine with Haymitch.

When they walked out of that cupboard, Haymitch's and Effie's lips were bruised from too much kissing.

Anything involving the secretive brushing of fingertips on inner thighs in public places

The briefing was boring.

President Coin did love to hear herself speak, Effie mused, looking around. Some people pretended to take notes, others like Plutarch were suspended to her every words and a few were very obviously spacing out. She didn't need to glance at Haymitch, who was sitting next to her, to know he had tuned the President out.

There were a lot of people around the big table in Command and they were all sitting close enough together that she didn't even need to reach out to place her hand on Haymitch's thigh. She felt the muscles tensing and then relaxing under her hand. He leaned further against the back of his seat, not once glancing in her direction, but a few seconds later, his hand covered hers. He played with her fingers and it distracted her for a while but Coin was still talking and she was bored.

She slowly let her hand wander further up until it was on his inner thigh. He immediately grabbed it and even though he wasn't looking at her, she saw the small frown and knew it was a warning for her. It only made her bit back a grin. He couldn't very well fight her and let anyone on what was happening under the table so when her fingers itched higher and higher, he let out a small sigh, resigned to let her have her way, and folded his arms over his chest in a stance that managed to look both defiant and bored. It was a challenge she was happy to take.

He had a very good poker face, she thought, but it was amusing to see his mouth twitch and his brow furrowing.

Until Coin suddenly declared the briefing over and everyone bolted to their feet, only too happy to run away from that room. Haymitch was the only one who remained in his chair and she grinned down at him with unabashed amusement.

"Problem?" she taunted.

"Start running, sweetheart." he advised, shifting awkwardly in his seat.

His grey eyes were clouded with lust and she licked her lips.

"Catch me." she dared.

Things going wrong during sex that leads to laughter

Effie was close, so, so very close…

She gripped the side of the bed as her back arched and…

The loud pop and the sudden lack of friction made her open her eyes. Haymitch was very still above her.

"Was that…" she asked, a bit out of breath.

"My hip." he confirmed.

"Does it hurt?" She bit her bottom lip in concern.

He wriggled tentatively, testing it out.

"I think it's okay." he said, continuing on wriggling this way and that with a smirk, just because it was making her squirm in the best fashion. "No need to call for help."

"Good." she snorted. "I wasn't impatient to have that conversation."

The idea of explaining exactly how he had hurt his hip in a District where all pleasures seemed to be forbidden wasn't high on her list of priority. Well, it might have just managed to scandalize President Coin enough that she would have been left speechless.

He must have been thinking along the same lines because he started chuckling too.

"You're getting old, darling." she laughed, as he went back to a more regular rhythm that made her instinctively lift her hips to meet his. "Creaking and popping all over like a grandpa."

He snickered at that. "I will show you old, sweetheart."

The pleasant misuse of ties

Haymitch woke up to a throbbing hard on and a very smug woman straddling his legs, her head bowed because of the low ceiling. He could feel her hands on his thighs which didn't explain the delicious squeezing sensation on his shaft.

"Having fun, Princess?" he rasped out, his voice rough from sleep.

"Quite." she grinned. "But not as much as you apparently."

He looked down to find a bow on his penis. A proper nice bow. The kind one would find on a carefully wrapped present or one of those stupid dresses Effie liked so much. Clearly, she had found a use to the tie he had refused to wear at Finnick's wedding.

Admittedly, it was a very nice-looking bow.

"Any reason there is a bow on my dick?" he asked, very matter-of-factly. He had to be honest there, it wasn't the strangest thing they had ever done.

"I was bored." she explained. "And you wouldn't wake up."

"So you thought you would treat yourself with a gift?" he smirked.

"It looks fabulous like this." she commented. "I think we could start a trend."

"Sure. I bet Coin will be thrilled to learn you're starting a dick bows business in her District." he mocked.

"Don't be sarcastic so early in the morning, Haymitch, it's rude." she chided him, lying back down next to him in the small space left between his body and the wall. She studied her masterpiece with a satisfied spark in her eyes.

"Don't frustrate me so early in the morning, sweetheart, it's rude." he taunted, in a perfect imitation of her accent.

"Oh, am I frustrating you?" she pouted, batting her eyelashes in fake innocence. "How so?"

Her fingers traced mindless patterns on his chest and he growled, grabbing her hand and using it to pull her on him. She let out a sound between a surprised squeak and a giggle that was quickly muffled by his lips.

"Tease." he accused against her mouth.

She refuted that statement by unwrapping her gift with her teeth.