Prompt: OMG please write this for Hayffie: Person A and B are verbally fighting(probably about something stupid) person A says "Shut up!"Person B says"Make me!"And person A replies"I will,but you might moan a little." It's perfect for them!

I'm sorry but the idea of a sword fight wouldn't leave my head and so it brought me back to my pirate AU "Sail" so this is it XD I don't think you need to have read the story to understand. It's kind of self explanatory. They're pirates.

Bounty

Haymitch lazily parried the clumsy attack with the flat of his sword and rolled his eyes at her.

"You've got to try harder, sweetheart." he sighed.

They had been at this for weeks. She had complained and complained and straight out refused every time he had brought it up but in the end he had won that particular argument – with some helpful pushing from Johanna, Katniss and the rest of the crew. Her nonsense about ladies not fighting with swords was swept aside. She was a pirate now, living aboard a pirate ship, and pirates – women in particular – needed to at least have some basic understanding of swordplay.

"I am doing the best I can." she growled. "You are not a good teacher."

"Not what you said about sex." he smirked, smug.

She pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to let him know she wasn't amused. Wind blew, making her white shirt puff and he appreciated the sight for a second. He loved the leather pants. The leather pants were a very welcomed addition to her wardrobe.

They were practicing on the upper deck, the ship was safely anchored in the bay of a small settlement, and nobody was there to watch aside for Mags and a few others who were taking care of their own business. None of them were interested in watching the lesson like Jo, Peeta and Katniss always did. It wasn't as easy as he would have liked to find some time alone on the Mockingjay.

"You are being improper on purpose just to infuriate me." she decided, trying another attack, her sword slashing downward without any finesse or technique.

That too was parried with the flat of his blade without him breaking a sweat.

"All is fair…" he taunted.

She lifted a challenging eyebrow. "Truly?" She glanced at the lower deck to check nobody was there and then slipped the loose shirt off, leaving her in a tight leather corset that matched the pants. He thought it belonged to Johanna. He didn't particularly cared because she was hot as hell. And she knew it too, she looked like the cat who had eaten the canary and the cream too. And she actually managed to hit his blade in a way that could have worked if he hadn't been an experienced swordsman. Her laughter echoed with the cries of the seagulls and the soft crash of the waves on the hull. "You look a little distracted, Haymitch…"

"Shut up." he growled, attacking her and forcing her to block his hit. If she could at least learn how to defend herself he would declare himself satisfied.

"Make me." she grinned.

"I will but I might make you moan a little." he scoffed. In three moves he had her with her back against the side of the ship, her sword clattered a few feet away and he trapped her with a hand on either side of her body. "Good job on getting captured, sweetheart." he mocked. "Now what?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck with a smile, her eyes twinkling in mischief.

"Claim your bounty, Captain."