So a while ago I talked about this hc regarding choking and I'm sure a few people prompted it but for some reason I can't find the asks anymore… In any case here you go with this hc =) (which also features the touch theme for the hayffie week, look how cunning I am)

Yes, also… Smut ahead (the question of when exactly I started writing graphic smut given that I suck at it – no pun intended – is still open for debate, what did hayffie do to me?)

Choke

She arched her back toward his chest, her hands gripping the headboard harder, a keening sound escaping her mouth. He picked up the pace, driven crazy by the way she was meeting him thrust for thrust and despite the fact his knee was starting to ache a little. The tinge of pain was distracting though and he didn't want to be lulled out of this bliss, not when she was kneeling in front of him, her spine stretched and her hips following the hard rhythm his hands were imposing them.

He moved back, sitting down to better guide her on him. The angle changed and she whimpered, muttering words under her breath he couldn't even begin to understand. She let go of the headboard, reaching back behind her to get a hold on him, moving up and down and up and down… He bit on the spot under her shoulder blade, his hands abandoning her hips to run on her front. His right hand found her breast, the other went up all the way to her throat, his fingers wrapped around her delicate flesh, urging her head back so he could kiss her…

Her thrusts faltered and she grabbed his wrist, her breathless moans of pleasure turning into something else he couldn't quite identify.

"No." she said.

His lust clouded brain took a few more seconds than utterly necessary to understand what she meant. She didn't mean no to kissing, that was utterly ridiculous. She didn't mean no to the position, as uncomfortable as it might have been for her because he had known her to be extremely flexible and extremely creative. She meant the throat thing. She never protested when he wrapped his hand around her nape and squeezed, he thought she liked that, but the hand around her throat… It wasn't the first time it had happened and he should probably have remembered.

"Sorry." he mumbled, shifting his hand so he could grab her shoulder instead.

She turned her head to kiss him, resuming her movements and he lost himself in her, them. Sex was just sex. It was the deal but, fuck, how awesome sex with her was…

Eventually, she reached her peak and almost toppled forward. She would have if he hadn't caught her. She was out of breath though and limp and he laid her down until he could settled between her legs to seek his own release. He liked it like this. Lying on top of her, crushing her against the mattress with his hips, her legs wrapped around his waist, her tousled blond hair spread on the pillow under her head, her eyes bright from her previous rapture… She was fancy and Capitol and she liked to try out creative positions but Haymitch thought missionary had its merits.

It didn't take long before he came and pressed his forehead on the pillow next to her head, his hips still riding out his climax.

She chuckled when he rolled off her, panting heavily to get his breath back.

"Fuck…" he snorted between two heavy breaths. "That was good."

"Just good?" she teased. "Why, Haymitch, I think we rocked the building!"

He started chuckling with her, lost in that midst of bliss and euphoria that he only felt when he was in her bed – metaphorically speaking because they hardly ever stuck to her bed.

They stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to recover. There had been a time when he would already have bolted out of bed and out the door but he was less apprehensive now. She had lulled him into a false sense of security, he sometimes mused. Thing was… He couldn't quite bother to care.

When she turned on her side and snuggled close to him, resting her head on his shoulder, he didn't protest. That was getting recurrent nowadays. He chose to think of that as… a sort of hug after climax. Not cuddling. Certainly not. Because he wasn't a cuddler and they certainly didn't have a relationship where they cuddled. It was just a congratulatory hug on a job well done. A horizontal hug. With a lot of hair petting and drawing of silly patterns on the other's skin. And the occasional soft kiss. After climax hug. Nothing but that.

She shivered a little in the cool air and he tugged the sheets on their sweaty skins. She nuzzled his neck in thanks. He ran his fingers through her hair absentmindedly, sometimes coiling a strand around his index only to watch it bounce into place. He didn't get why she hated her hair. He loved it.

"What's the deal with the throat thing?" he asked, his mind wandering from one subject to the next. She hummed inquisitively in answer – almost asleep, he thought. "You froze every time I put my hand around your throat." he clarified.

"Oh…" she breathed out, a little too nonchalantly for it to be genuine. "It is nothing."

"Don't lie to me." he grumbled. "You don't want to say, don't say. No need to fucking lie about it."

Lying was always her first reflex. She hid behind those masks and pretenses and he hated it when she downplayed things or played the dumb heartless bitch.

It was easier to hate her when she played that role.

But it also made him want to unwrap the mystery she draped herself in.

"It is not that I do not want to tell you." she argued, a little annoyed. "But there is nothing much to tell. I had a bad experience, that is all."

"What sort of bad experience?" he frowned, a growl in his voice.

If he didn't like that she felt forced to lie, he hated the thought of her getting hurt even more. They were friends after all. Sort of.

She sighed as if he was being infuriating. Her fingers distractedly drummed a nervous tempo on his ribs. "I had a boyfriend who was into… Well… Strangulation. Choking his partner, I mean, not being choked – that would have been quite acceptable."

"You Capitols and your weird kinks." he scowled. "Did he hurt you?"

It took her a few seconds to answer. "I wasn't much into it but I played along to please him. One day, he took it a step too far. I thought he wouldn't let go. I couldn't breathe. I was just… Powerless. I hated it." She shrugged a little. "I apologize. I know you wouldn't hurt me and I know you would never take it that far but… It is really beyond my control. I just hate anyone grabbing my throat."

"It's fine, sweetheart. I was just wondering." he answered, tightening his hold a little. "I hope you kicked his ass."

"Language." she chided him. She remained silent for a moment and then propped her chin on his shoulder to grin at him. "I did though, actually. I scratched his face so badly he complained I almost clawed his eyes out."

"That's my girl." he snorted, leaning in to peck her lips.

He didn't realize what he had said and he didn't quite understand why she was grinning so hard when she lied back down.

He didn't quite try to understand either.

Capitols were weird.

He wouldn't look further than that.