Prompt : Hi there, could you write one with two parts where they both start to feel sexual attracted to the other one? Nothing needs to happen because I think the feeling itself may shock them a little bit. Thanks a bunch!

Secret Attraction

Effie Trinket was all kinds of annoying and Haymitch hated her on sight which meant he never did quite look at her twice. He knew she was attractive but it was hard to see under her ridiculously puffy dresses and her thick make-up and he didn't concern himself with such considerations anyway. She was a Capitol and Capitols were meant to be screwed over not to be desired.

For three years, Trinket was simply there. She refused to quit, she withstood his numerous attempts at driving her out the door, she fought him back witty comment for witty comment… He started to relax around her, to stop seeing her as his temporary and annoying escort, and that was when troubles started because one day, she bent as much as her tight dress would allow her to pick up her pen and his eyes stared at her ass before he could stop himself.

It was a reflex, he told himself, she was a woman, he was a man who hadn't gotten laid in too long… It had nothing to do with her.

Except it had everything to do with her and, now, his eyes kept roaming over her body every chance they got, trying to determine exactly how attractive she was under the stupid clothes. She noticed, obviously, and she chided him a few times but other than that she seemed too used to be ogled to care.

The real problem happened during a fight. It was a loud fight with a lot of shouting and insults on both sides but when he found himself in her space, screaming that she was an egoistical bitch, he suddenly froze, too aware they were very close, too aware there would be only a few inches to cross to crash his mouth on hers, too aware they were both panting, too aware of the stirring in his groin.

He wanted her.

And the thought horrified him so much he let her win that round and fled to drown in a bottle of whiskey.

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Haymitch intrigued her in ways no other victor – or man – intrigued her.

A few days were enough to determine he was different from everything she was used to : rude, harsh, mean, unyielding and absolutely not willing to play the game of polite smiles. If Haymitch didn't like someone, he let them know no matter who they were. If Haymitch didn't like something, his disapproval was vocal. He was unforgiving with the Capitol and disagreeable to her who made every effort to help and soothe him.

And yet, she saw him more than once thanking an Avox or taking the time to reassure a young victor who was lost as to what to do. He tried to hide it but she could see he was affected by the tributes' doomed fate despite his numerous claims that he didn't care…

She didn't think he was a bad man. Rough, yes, but not bad.

And there was the way he affected her. She had felt it from the very start. She was acutely aware of his presence every time they stood side by side. His smell was particular and it always made her mouth water even though she kept telling him to use the fancy products at his disposal. Men in the Capitol always used aftershave lotions and cologne as well as scented soap. Haymitch, no matter how long he had been staying in the city, always smell of cheap soap, liquor fumes and faint sweat.

It was manly.

And Effie was discovering really fast that she had a kink about that.

Sometimes, she found herself staring at his hands and imagining what they would feel like on her. He wouldn't be kind, it wasn't Haymitch's style. Unlike all the Capitol men she had been with, he would probably be rough. His hands would knead and squeeze and his mouth would suck and bite and if she was lucky, or she supposed if he was satisfied, he would caress and kiss.

Sometimes he caught her staring, lifted an eyebrow and silently asked what the matter was now. She was grateful for the make-up hiding her blush in those instances and even more grateful that he didn't know about her little fantasies. She usually told him to go clean his nails if he didn't want her to arrange for a manicure.

It made him scowl but it somehow seemed safer.

It was her secret to bear.