Prompt: I have read this n so many books so I was wondering if you could do a one-shot where effie gets caught staring at aymitch his butt and they go from there

Breakfast Banter

"Haymitch!" she squealed when he stepped in the dining room for breakfast. "Really! Can't you put on a robe or… or… pants?"

Haymitch winced at her high-pitched voice, nursing a hangover the size of District Seven and not particularly amused by her outrage. He scratched his chest as he went directly for the table with the food and beverages.

"Too hot." he mumbled.

"Even so!" Effie snapped. "It is not done to show up at breakfast like this! You do not see me showing up at breakfast only wearing…"

Her sentence sputtered into an irritated huff and he shrugged because he was wearing boxers and he could have come naked so she should have counted her blessings. Maybe he would try next time since it flustered her that much.

"It's just you and me." he pointed out, pouring himself a cup of coffee. There were no kids to traumatize anymore because their tributes were dead – and he quickly chased that thought out of his mind, there was no liquor readily accessible at the moment to deal with that. "And you won't hear any complain from me if you want to strip down, sweetheart."

She huffed and stuttered but eventually went back to spreading butter on her toasts. He took his time loading his plate, not particularly hungry but knowing it would help with the nausea. It was just a matter of choosing the right food.

He was debating between a blueberry muffin and some pancakes when he felt it. The back of his neck prickled and that was always a sure sign that he was being watched. He could see her distorted reflection on the chrome coffee pot.

"Like what you see, Trinket?" he asked casually.

She startled with a guilty expression and reported her eyes on her plate. "If you do not want me to look, perhaps you shouldn't display it so."

He had expected her to deny having been staring at his ass but this was even better. He turned around with a smirk. "Wanna look at the front too?"

It was a struggle of will. They stared at each other for the longest time but, eventually, her eyes darted down and he couldn't help but chuckle, taking a sip of his coffee while she cleared her throat, a small blush on her cheek, but obviously refusing to be embarrassed.

"It does not make for a bad sight." she granted. "Although, truth be told, it has no place at the breakfast table."

"You're sure about that?" he taunted. "'Cause I think you would look good on the breakfast table. And I'm kind of hungry."

"Eat your muffin." she retorted without batting an eyelash at his crudeness. He sat down and started his breakfast in a better mood than he had been when he had woken up. She was ridiculous and he hated her most days but sometimes the banter was enjoyable. He liked that she could match him. After ten minutes, she shook her head. "That was a terrible pick up line."

"It was smooth." he countered "You're just stuck-up."

"No, it was terrible." she insisted, folding her napkin and standing up. "A shame for you, really. If you had been more creative, I might have let you have more than a muffin for breakfast."

She departed with a wink and he stared at her ass because fair was fair. He decided that didn't make for a bad view either.

He also decided she was a tease.