Prompt : Please could you do a fluffy oneshot where hayffie spend the day in bed together during game time :)

This is more smut than fluff but I was in a writing smut mood so… You get post smut fluff

Lazy Days

The seventy-third Hunger Games had started badly for Twelve with Effie reaping a thirteen year old girl and a fourteen year old boy and it had only gone from bad to worse when it had become obvious the children were clueless about surviving in the wild or fighting.

It came as no surprise that their tributes didn't survive the bloodbath at the Cornucopia. It also left them without anything to do until the losing Districts interviews. They had their routine though. Haymitch drunk, Effie went out to make sponsors contacts for the following year and when they found themselves too idle and in the same room, they fought. Fighting led to kissing. Kissing led to their current situation.

She threw her head back when his teeth sank in her throat, biting down hard enough to leave a mark she was sure, but she couldn't find it in herself to protest right at that moment. Her nails dug in his shoulder blades as pleasure rushed through her. His thrusts were deep and regular, he was making this drag and the slow built was almost too much.

A soft gasp escaped her when he slammed his hips down and her nails scratched his back helplessly. He smirked down at her, his brow clammy with perspiration, and grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away from him and trapping them on the pillow above her head. She could have escaped his grip if she had wanted to. She didn't want to. He was in control, completely in control, and she surrendered to it without a single thought. His fingers clenched around her wrists almost in time with his thrusts.

His mouth traveled down to her chest, the stubble tickling her skin, and she arched her back when he sucked one of her hard nipples in his mouth, his tongue toying with it mercilessly until she moaned. He transferred her wrists to his left hand and moved his right one to her other breast, stroking, pinching and twirling until she couldn't tell if it was pleasurable or painful. He licked at the underside of her breast before kissing her throat and her back finally fell back down on the bed.

"Haymitch…" she whimpered, trembling with need. "Haymitch, please…"

His fingers traced random patterns down her stomach and slipped between their bodies.

"Come for me, sweetheart." he whispered in her ear, his hot breath rolled on her skin and she climaxed almost before he touched her.

It hit her hard and she cried out. She heard his chuckles from afar but she was high on bliss so she didn't pay it any mind.

He let go of her wrists and hooped his arms under her thighs, grabbing her shoulders for leverage. She shifted to accommodate him, coiling a hand around his nape and bundling the sheets in her free one. His thrusts were hurried and almost frantic now but she could feel pleasure starting to build again and she bit down on her bottom lip, hoping he would last long enough for her second orgasm to wash over her.

He came with a raw grunt, taking her with him. It was quick and not as powerful as the first one but it was still good and it left her panting.

For a moment neither of them moved. He was crushing her to the mattress but she didn't say anything, utterly satisfied and content to lie there forever. Eventually, after a few minutes, he let go of her shoulders and legs and slipped out of her, propping himself on his elbow. She was surprised by the kiss he planted on her lips but she wasn't surprised that what he had probably intended as a peck became deep and dirty.

"That…" she declared between two kisses. "… was amazing."

"That's what they all say." he retorted.

"I highly doubt that." she replied.

And they both chuckled as if it was the joke of the century. Effie felt high or drunk or both. Her limbs were weak, she was a ragdoll.

"Fuck, I don't think I can walk." he said, rolling off her and on his back. "You killed me."

"You killed me." she argued. Her skin was sweaty and she shivered, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up to her chin. Haymitch covered himself too, outstretching an arm on her pillow in an uncertain invitation. She didn't need to be asked twice, she snuggled against his side, resting her head on his shoulder and seeking his warmth. She badly needed to clean up and the sheets probably needed to be changed but she couldn't be bothered to do either right now.

"Give me a moment." he joked. "I'll kill you for good."

She pursed her lips in amusement, pressing a kiss against his shoulder, briefly sucking his skin between her teeth. "You want another round? Today? Are you sure you are capable of it? You are not a young man anymore…"

He didn't like her teasing. He groped her under the covers, squeezing her butt hard enough that it was more purposeful than playful. His hand trailed between her legs and she was still too sensitive to do anything but buckle her hips.

"There are more than one way to skin a cat, Princess." he smirked, looking entirely too smug.

"Oh, hush." she chided him, wrapping an arm around his chest. "Let me recover. I am not a young woman either anymore."

There was a touch of latent insecurity in her voice that was partially reassured when he coiled his hand around her nape possessively.

"Doesn't show." he snorted.

It was the closest to a compliment that he would offer so she accepted it readily, enjoying the rare moment of peace. They didn't often afford to lie together like that, doing nothing. It was dangerous on more than one account.

"I don't want to move ever again." she confessed, pressing her face against his shoulder to muffle her chuckles. "I think you broke me."

His hand left her nape to rest on her hip and let his head drop against hers.

"'M gonna take a nap." he yawned. "Then I'm going to make you scream again."

A thrill of anticipation ran down her spine and she grinned, nuzzling his neck with her nose.

She loved lazy days.