Prompt : two totally unrelated hayffie prompts: effie wears a particularly heady, intoxicating perfume - the kind that makes men (read: haymitch) want to slam her against a wall and do dirrrrty things to her. also, papa!haymitch and mama!effie with sweet boy peeta and moody girl katniss.
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Perfume
It was the first thing he noticed when she walked into the bar car, after the reaping. She immediately started to rant about tributes and why he needed to make an effort that year, the kind of speech he tuned out by drowning into his whiskey. Except there was no focusing on liquor with that smell distracting him.
"You changed your perfume." he said, cutting her off mid-sentence.
She usually wore a unbearable fruity brand that was far too sweet and made his stomach churn more often than not but that… That wasn't sweet at all. That was musky and intoxicating and it was all he could smell. Even his whiskey didn't smell like whiskey anymore.
"Why, yes." She sounded surprised. "I never thought you would notice."
Not notice?, he grumbled in the privacy of his own mind while she went back to her ranting, he would be lucky if he noticed anything else. How was he supposed to focus on ignoring her when all he wanted to do was slam her against the wall and lick her skin just to know if she tasted as good as she smelled?
That was cheating, he concluded, tossing a discrete glance at the red dress that ended up mid-thigh and brought attention on the slim waist, toned legs and tempting cleavage. She always looked like sex on legs – granted, clownish sex on legs – but he was fine when he wasn't looking. Was he supposed not to breathe now too?
That perfume was cheating.