Prompt : Queen of Hayffieland, can you imagine Effie stripping for Haymitch and writing about it? If so, please go ahead and work your magic. xD

Let's Have A Contest

"You're just jealous 'cause she's sexier." he argued, flopping on his back on her bed.

He wished she would drop the subject almost as much as he wished for another drink – which was badly. Johanna's impromptu striptease in the elevator had featured in a good place during that night conversations. Katniss, for what was probably the first time ever, had sided with Effie and the both of them wouldn't drop it. And the amount of grief the two of them could give him and Peeta for appreciating the show Seven's victor had put for them was endless.

"Sexier?" Effie hissed. She finally stopped pacing although given that it was only to glare at him, he wasn't sure it was an improvement.

He badly wanted to point out he had sneaked into her room to have sex and not to have a repeat of the same argument but he thought better of it. They couldn't afford a screaming match with Katniss and Peeta a few doors down the hall.

"Come to bed." he tried, patting the space next to him.

"What do you mean sexier?" she insisted, raising her voice just enough to make him wince.

"I didn't mean sexier." he tried to elude.

"I rather think you did." she huffed, folding her arms over her chest. "You think Johanna Mason is sexier than me? Just because she is younger and..."

"It has nothing to do with that." he sighed, rubbing his face with shaky hands. "Look, just forget about it..."

"No, I won't." she snapped. "How in Panem is that woman sexier than I am, please? I've been wearing very uncomfortable see-through lingerie since this morning for tonight just for you, just because I know how much you enjoy it and that is how you repay me ? By telling me I'm not as sexy as Johanna Mason?"

He perked up a bit at the mention of see-through lingerie but her voice was so high-pitched, he simply knew the chances of him getting only a glimpse of her underwear were slim.

"Look, she walks around naked all the time and she knows how to tease a guy when she undresses that's all." he scowled. "She's sexy, I can't help that."

"I am sexy too." she growled.

"Never said you weren't, now, did I, sweetheart?" he retorted.

"You said sexier." she argued. "I will have you know I am sexier than she is. I know how to tease a man better than she does. I'm Effie Trinket and I excel at everything I do including seducing men !"

"Shout louder, I'm not sure the kids heard." he grumbled, propping himself on his elbows to look at her with a smirk. "Prove it then, Princess. Strip."

She narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips and tilted her head. "You do not deserve a treat, Haymitch."

"But how else are you going to convince me?" he teased. "Come on, sweetheart. I dare you."

Those were the magic words.

Her lips twitched in annoyance but she unfolded her arms and when she smiled, it was genuine. "Very well."

Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she slowly but surely unpinned her wig. She disliked her real hair but she knew he liked it best and often indulged him in that regard. When she carefully set down her golden wig on her dressing table, he couldn't help a snort.

"See, I don't think Jo would care about her things..." he commented.

"That would be because she is an uneducated ruffian, darling." she replied. "Now hush."

She undid her bun and let her hair tumble loose on her shoulders in a glorious mane of golden curls. He sat up straighter and outstretched his hand but she stepped away, well out of his reach.

"Watch but don't touch." she teased as she slowly unzipped her dress and let it pool on the floor at her feet.

See-through lingerie indeed, he mused. His mouth watered with a thirst for something other than liquor and he tried to reach for her once again but she avoided him with a giggle, teasing him by nudging the strap of her bra off her shoulder. She took one strap off and then the other before clutching the bra to her chest with one hand and undoing the clasp with the other so it was off but not off at the same time.

"Tease." he accused.

"Am I?" she hummed with a pout, toying with the waistband of the see-through panties with her free hand.

"You know you are..." he growled.

"Do you still think she is sexier than me?" she asked innocently.

"No." he denied. "You're the sexiest. You're a minx. You're a bloody vixen, now come here and kiss me."

"I'm afraid that wasn't part of the dare, Haymitch." she laughed, letting go of her panties to grab her dressing-gown. "And you aggravated me tonight." With that sentence, she put the gown on and slipped the bra off once it was secured so he couldn't see anything he truly wanted to see. "Now, I think I will go to bed. Are you sleeping here or in your own room? Although I have to warn you I will not tolerate any funny business tonight."

"You're no fun." he grumbled.

She batted her fake eyelashes at him, a teasing grin on her lips.

"And don't you forget it next time you choose to compare me to Johanna Mason." she declared.