Prompt : Thank you for answering the birthday gift question. :) The idea of Haymitch buying lingerie made me laugh so much, just imagining a shop assistant asking him all these bra related questions. :D And I would love to read Effie's reaction, so I decided to pronto this and maybe you're in to write it! :)) He can take it off later if you want to *smirk*

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Prompt : Here's a prompt for you: Haymitch buying lingerie for Effie and makes her wear it. :)) Pretty please?

The Lesser Of Two Evils

"I'm confused. Is this gift for you or for me?" Effie teased, the red lacy piece of lingerie held out in front of her at arm length. It was admittedly pretty if a little youngish for her thirty-eight year old self and definitely sexy.

Haymitch sat on the bed, an unhappy sulk on his face. "If you don't like it just take it back. But don't say I never gave you anything, Princess."

She hugged the delicate piece of lingerie against her chest, watching him with suspicion. She wouldn't have been surprised if he had tried to snatch it away from her in his irritation.

"I like it." she countered. "I am simply surprised. You are not one to give me gifts out of the blue." She chuckled at her own joke. "No one could tax you of being the romantic kind."

"Well, maybe the gift's for me then." he grumbled. "You're putting it on or what?"

His voice was laced with impatience and something rougher, darker, that Effie immediately concluded to be lust.

"In a second." she grinned, finding pleasure in making his obvious torture last. "I'm trying to imagine you in a lingerie store and I'm drawing a blank. What possessed you to enter it in the first place?"

There was only one lingerie store in Twelve and it had difficulties surviving as it was, few women in the Districts ever considered even buying lingerie never mind wearing it. Things were changing but progress was slow.

"Peeta made me." Haymitch scowled. "And, no, I don't know what he bought and I don't want to. Good luck convincing Katniss to wear anything like that anyway."

The disgusted face he made was enough for Effie to understand he was thinking about things he really didn't like thinking about, meaning that the children weren't children anymore and that the birds and bees talk wasn't exactly necessary either.

"Perhaps he bought something for himself." she ventured. There was a man section in the store but Haymitch made such a spooked face Effie mentally noted to never disclose where the new boxers he liked so much were coming from. "I'm amazed you managed to remember my size…"

The tip of his ears turned red, quickly followed by his cheeks and a good portion of his neck.

"I asked the salesgirl." he mumbled, before glaring at her with annoyance. "She kept asking embarrassing questions and if I had known you would put me through questioning too, I wouldn't have bothered buying anything. See, if I do something nice for you again!"

He folded his arms on his chest and directed his glare to the floorboards.

She lifted an eyebrow. "For me or for you?"

He didn't answer, clearly decided to sulk like the overgrown child he sometimes was. She unbuttoned her dress and let her fall in a heap at her feet before exchanging her underwear for the new lingerie. She was impressed, he didn't even glance at her once. She would have loved to think he had extraordinary willpower but she knew it had more to do with an extraordinary stubbornness…

He didn't move even when she stood in front of him, his eyes stared right at her shoes.

"Am I pretty?" she asked.

"You're always pretty, stop fishing." he grumbled.

"Am I sexy?" she corrected, placing two fingers under his chin and forcing him to look up.

He licked his lips. She could see the storm brewing behind his grey eyes : sulking some more or just giving in? It was a losing situation on both sides and she was confident he would choose the lesser evil. She turned on herself slowly, giving him a good view of what his purchase looked like on her.

"So?" she prompted.

She wasn't particularly surprised when his only answer was to grab her around the waist and pull her on the bed.

Her own reply was laughter.