Prompt: one shot idea : Effie or Haymitch give each other a massage and they go from there. ;)

Of Massages, Teasing And Turnabouts

Haymitch let out a groan and Effie allowed herself a smug smirk, knowing he wouldn't see. He was lying on his stomach and she was straddling the back of his thighs, his face was buried in his pillow. It wasn't the ideal position with the ceiling being so low in this place but, as a rule, Effie was sick and tired of Thirteen's bunk beds.

She kept working on his right shoulder, kneading and pressing on the knots in the muscles.

"Fuck, sweetheart…" he whimpered.

"Is it good then?" she purred.

She applied a little more pressure and he moaned. She grinned to herself. She loved it when she managed to coax those sort of sounds out of him because he was rarely vocal and it had been a while since they had found time to do anything in this place. They were both busy and exhausted. Haymitch spent most of his time in Command and she spent most of her time worrying about everything from the children to her own family.

The war was doing him no good. He was tensed and grumpy all the time and his body was struggling to compose with the aftermaths of withdrawals. He had asked for a massage in jest but Effie had taken it very seriously.

"Fuck, yeah…" he mumbled.

"You should never doubt me." she teased.

He had been reluctant when she had pushed him on his front, claiming she would hurt him and what not.

"You've got some secret talents." he admitted, hissing when she switched shoulder.

She had worked on all the knots in his lower back already and she was proud to say she had rarely seen him so relaxed. He was all limp under her – which, in another situation might not have been to her tastes. "It would have been even better if I had oils at my disposal. It is better with warm oil."

He snorted, glancing at her over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. "Going to do the front too?"

"Do you want me to?" she hummed, replacing her hands with her lips. She brushed his hair aside and softly bit on his nape, sucking the skin between her teeth with enough strength to leave a mark. His hair would cover it and nobody would see it but she would know. "What else should I massage, Haymitch?" she whispered against his ear. "Where do you want my hands?" She pressed a kiss against his neck. "Or maybe you would like my mouth better…"

"Don't be a tease." he growled.

"Teasing is half the fun, darling." she laughed, nibbling on his earlobe.

She shrieked when he rolled over, pushing her under him.

"Yeah?" he challenged, his hand going straight between her legs but not doing much more than cupping. It was her turn to moan and wriggle in frustration. "Turnabout is fair play, Princess."

It was a kind of turnabout she didn't truly mind.