Prompt: "If we win this year, I will show you just what my tongue can do." Could you possibly write a follow on to your 'The Tease' fic where Effie makes good on that promise?
"The Tease" was chapter 217 but it can absolutely stand alone.
Warning for some steam/smut and probably the worst thing I've ever written.
A Bet Is A Bet
Haymitch didn't allow himself to breathe properly until they were all on the train back to Twelve after the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games crowning. Once the train had taken speed and the Capitol was only a little dot in the rear window, he finally truly relaxed, hoping that they would, at last, be safe from the shadow of those fucking berries. He knew Effie had sensed the same danger he had because she, too, seemed to breathe a little easier – when she wasn't busy tossing worried glances at the kids. On that front, Haymitch had decided to drop the matter for a while. Let Katniss explain to Peeta it had all been a game of pretending for her, he didn't want to break the poor boy's heart himself.
Once he was sure the kids had climbed back on board after the train had paused for fuel and they were back to their respective rooms for the night, he collapsed on the couch in the living-room car and poured himself a well-deserved glass of whiskey.
They had won.
He was still trying to process that.
The rustle of silk and the familiar clicking of high heels alerted him to her presence but he was too lazy to do more than glance in her direction.
"A bit late for you, isn't it?" he asked. "Don't you need your beauty sleep?"
She shot him an annoyed look at what she probably took as a gibe against her natural beauty but continued on her way to the liquor cart in the corner. He wasn't particularly surprised when she poured herself a glass of that awful blue liquor.
"My nerves are frayed, I will never sleep." she answered. "There is no use in even trying."
They drank in silence for a while. She sipped her Capitol liquor standing next to the cart, watching him with calculating eyes, and he swallowed his whiskey on the couch, trying not to be too obvious as he stared at her legs. He didn't know why she always insisted on wearing such ridiculously short and tight dresses, it made it hard for his brain to focus.
"You are looking at me like a starving dog would look at a juicy bone." she commented at some point.
So much for not being obvious, he thought.
"How juicy?" he taunted.
He was expecting to be lectured on double meanings, innuendos, and vulgarity but she wasn't in her Miss Proper kind of mood that night. A teasing smile stretched her lips and she slowly ran a finger along the rim of her glass. That was much more evocative and dirty that he thought it ought to be.
"Didn't we have a bet?" she hummed.
The things your tongue is doing to that straw should be illegal, sweetheart.
I will make you a deal. If we win this year, I will show you just what my tongue can do.
The whiskey was doing a poor job at quenching his thirst, perhaps because he was longing for something else than alcohol that night and the sight of her crimson red lips was riveting.
"Did we?" he smirked.
"If you don't remember then, clearly, you weren't interested enough." she pouted, placing her glass down and wandering around aimlessly, swaying her hips in a very tempting fashion.
"Maybe I'm giving you a way out." he shrugged.
"Since when are you playing the gentleman?" she mocked.
"I'm no gentlemen." he snorted. "I just don't fancy getting slapped."
He was gratified with another glare. "Well, I am sure you would have brought it up in such a crude fashion that the slap would have been well deserved. Still, you could ask."
"By ask you mean beg." he snickered, taking another mouthful of whiskey. "I know you, sweetheart."
She surprised him, though. She walked closer, nudging his legs apart with her knee and she stood there in front of him, all defiant.
"A bet is a bet." she retorted, leaning in. She steadied herself with a hand on the back of the couch, the other slowly ran up his thigh.
"You don't have to." he whispered just as she closed in for a kiss.
"But I want to." she hummed, finally pressing her mouth against his.
It wasn't their first kiss – there had been… incidents over the years – however it was the first time neither of them recoiled in horror. He opened his mouth for her and pulled her closer until she had no choice but to place a knee on the couch for balance. It was a messy kiss and it left him breathless for more.
"The kids." he said with the last coherent part of his mind. The living-room car wasn't the best place to do that. The best place would have been one of their rooms because he fully intended to keep her busy for a few hours and he didn't want their tributes turned victors to walk in on them.
"Asleep in their beds." she whispered against his lips, dropping kisses down his jaw to nibble at his Adam apple. "I checked. I also locked the door."
She continued on her path downward, unbuttoning his shirt on her way to plant feather-like kisses on his chest.
"Came with a plan, did you?" he snorted but his taunting ended in a sharp intake of breath when she sank to her knees between his legs.
Her grin was simply devilish. "I always come with a plan, Haymitch."
Then he lost any sort of cognitive function.
There was something to be said about the sight of a pink wig bobbling up and down between one's knees, and that tongue of hers truly could do things that he would swear should have been outlawed. His head fell against the back of the couch, almost overwhelmed by the sensations. He didn't know how long had passed since the last time he had been with a woman. He didn't want to count, he was sure it was closer to years rather than months.
In some ways, it didn't feel real. He had fantasized about this too many times. Twelve winning… Effie going down on him… If it hadn't been for the berries and the danger they were now all in, he would have discarded it as a rare nice dream in the midst of nightmares.
"Stop." he said when he was close. "Effie, stop."
She looked up with a small frown. "Don't you like it?"
That was a stupid question. The evidence of just how much he liked it was right between them, throbbing with need. Still, he pulled her up until she was straddling his lap, she seemed to relax when she understood what he wanted.
"Let me see you." he requested.
She wasn't shy and she certainly wasn't hesitant when she unzipped her dress and slip it over her head. Her lacy bra and panties went off next and Haymitch almost lost all control faced with so many tantalizing creamy white skin to explore. He kissed and touched until her breath started to catch and the rocking of her hips became a little too insistent.
"Enough foreplay." she declared, tugging gently on his hair to detach his mouth from her breast.
She kissed him, it was so deep and needy that it tore a groan from him but he wasn't done yet. He buried his fingers in her wig, trying to figure out how to take it off. She protested softly, whacking his hand away but he was relentless.
"I want to see you." he insisted.
He had lusted after the escort but the escort was a fantasy, a fuck you to the Capitol. Effie was very, very real and he wanted the woman hidden underneath, not the Capitol drone.
For the first time since he had met her, Effie didn't look confident. "That is not how it is done, Haymitch. You simply don't ask a lady to take off her wig or her make-up or… I am ugly without them, don't you understand?"
"Doubt that, sweetheart." he mocked without much heat, running a hand over her chest. "You're gorgeous." He tugged on the wig again, more playfully. "Come on. Let me see."
She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully and then relented with a sigh, quickly taking off pin after pin until the wig was loose. When she took it off, he glimpsed blond hair with reddish hues trapped in a tight bun. Once released, her hair was curly and slightly crumpled from having been stuck under that pink thing all day but it was also soft and shiny and Haymitch lost count of the number of times he ran his fingers through the strands, completely fascinated.
There was not much to do for her make-up but he still tried to get most of it off with his shirt. The white powder and eye shadow left easily, he didn't mind the rest so much, but she looked more and more puzzled by the seconds.
"You have very odd kinks." she commented at some point.
"I want to see you not the clown you pass for." he shrugged. "How is that a kink, sweetheart?"
She was shivering though and didn't appear to be as much in charge as she had until then. He could tell she was ill-at-ease and that the mood was quickly shifting to uncomfortable so he kissed her throat and pulled her down on the couch. That was one of the reasons why it would have been better to relocate to one of their bedrooms but he made do, worshiping her body with his hands and mouth like it should be.
"You're fucking beautiful." he mumbled against her stomach.
"Do you truly think so?" she asked, obviously surprised. "Even without the make-up and the wig?"
She had relaxed and was started to become bossy again. She pulled him up until his body covered hers and he was nestled between her legs.
"Oh, yeah." he replied, finally giving in to what his own body was desperate for. She made the most delightful sounds, all whimpers and purrs, and he was so lost in her he didn't even mind her frantic clawing at his back. She arched her back suddenly, her mouth open in a silent cry of rapture and it sent him over the edge.
For a minute neither of them spoke, trying to catch their breath. Once Haymitch was certain his heart wouldn't pop out – and that wasn't so far out of the range of possibilities – he maneuvered them around so she was the one on top. She laid back on his chest, clearly pleasantly surprised he was willing to cuddle for a while instead of running away. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he would have gone far, his legs felt like jelly.
"I'm keeping you." he joked, trailing his fingers down her spine.
"I think you have it backward." she hummed. "I am keeping you."
He rolled his eyes but let her have the last word if only because she had given him the best sex he had in a very long while.
They were silent for some time, her thumb drawing spirals on his side and his own fingers running up and down her back distractedly. He was very sure she was thinking about the same thing he was. There was no getting those berries out of their mind for too long.
"Do you think we will be alright?" she asked softly.
He didn't want to lie to her so he simply drop a kiss on the top of her head. "Maybe."