Prompt : Oh my god! You have no idea how much I loved that fic! If you're still taking prompts, could you please write one where they took pictures (on a Polaroid camera of course) of each other during the lingerie sex and Haymitch is in District 12 and is looking at them and surprises himself by being hypnotised by one picture of Effie laughing on the bed after the sex?
Safekeeping
The pictures fell from the book three months after he had come back to Twelve. For a second, he stared at the heap of Polaroid pictures on his kitchen floor, confused. He hadn't touched the book since the end of that year's Games and he had just wanted to give the novel another go, he had completely forgotten he had stored anything in there. He tossed the book on the table and picked up the photographs, immediately smirking when he caught sight of Effie wearing a red lacy negligee and pouting for the camera.
It slowly came back to him but the memory remained hazy like only a drunken night could be. There had been an old camera in her room and he had amused himself by taking pictures of her. There was nothing Effie liked best than being the center of attention so she had easily complied with his game, striking poses for him like only a seasoned model could. She was good, he mused as he watched the pictures. Some of them were really compromising and he would need to find a safe place for them. He never once thought about destroying them : pictures of a naked – or lingerie clad – Effie, freely given, were something he would treasure mainly because when she wasn't there, his right hand was his best friend. He was pretty sure they had taken pictures of him too but there were none amongst the pile. Maybe she had kept them.
He froze when he reached the last one.
Unlike the others, it wasn't suggestive or dirty despite the fact that she was wearing that red little thing that didn't quite cover anything. The picture had been taken mid-laugh, her tousled hair spread on the pillow under her head, her eyes closed, her mouth open...
She was beautiful.
The thought came unbidden and he couldn't look away from the photograph. He had been having reserves about what they had been doing for some time now. If, at first, it had been all about screwing the Capitol like they had screwed him, it was slowly evolving into something different and he wasn't sure he liked it. It was harder and harder to think about Effie as another mindless Capitol drone, harder and harder to simply consider her like a warm body he could use to scratch an itch, harder and harder to ignore the human underneath...
He slipped it in his pocket, already knowing he would keep this one close.
For safekeeping, he tried to convince himself.