Prompt: Hey would you mind writing about their first time without a condom and what she teaches him? I don't know if you feel comfortable while writing smut but today's prompt was fantastic and I'd love to read a sequel.

All In Good Fun

She had decided a while ago that he was a drug and that she must have an addict personality after all. It was the only explanation as to why she found herself in that position again and again, her heart pounding in her chest and her body throbbing with need as Haymitch ripped yet again another dress off her body when, truly, the zipper was right there.

"Do you have to behave like a caveman?" she protested out of duty for the poor dress he had just destroyed. She secretly loved it when he ripped her clothes off not matter how much she mourned the unique models later on – it thrilled her that he wanted her so much and so fast he couldn't take the five seconds he would need to just locate the fastenings.

His only answer was a snort and she found herself pushed on the bed behind her back without further ado. She bounced a little on the mattress but she kept her eyes on him all the while, making no attempt to remove the last pieces of clothing covering her.

She suspected he loved behaving like a caveman just as much as she loved rebuking him for acting like one.

She wouldn't have it any other way anyway. He made her previous lovers boring. Sure, some of them had liked it rough and even kinky but nothing she had experienced before had ever been like this. Sex with Haymitch wasn't a show, there was no pretence, no pre-agreed script, no guiding lines, no voiced rules… It was always a spur of the moment thing. He wasn't putting up an act for her, he wanted her that badly despite who they were, despite everything. Sex with him was truer than anything she had shared before. It was raw.

She had had better lovers – although he had vastly improved since their first time – but she had never been touched the way he touched her.

Even the way he looked at her was enough to make her squirm.

His gaze was dark and hungry but it was also focused, his mind solely on her and what he wanted from her. She licked her lips and the spark of lust in his grey eyes grew even darker.

He had lost his shirt somewhere down the corridor and his pants were undone although still hanging on his hips by some miracle – she was nothing if not efficient when she wanted someone naked. She stretched her leg, hooked her golden painted toes in the waistband and tugged until the pants toppled to his ankles. He toed off his shoes and stepped out of them without ever taking his eyes from her.

"Touch yourself." he ordered.

The shiver that ran down her spine had nothing to do with the cold.

"Lazy." she accused with a small pout. "You want me to do all the work." She slowly pushed the cups of her bra down, exposing parts of her breasts and toying with her hard nipples. "I think I shall make you beg to let you fuck me."

He groaned and she grinned a sly little grin. Profanities coming from her mouth were always a turn on for him.

"I don't beg." he countered, kicking his boxers out of the way. Her panties were torn away just as quickly and she had no doubt the bra would have joined the heap on the floor if he had had any free access to its clasp.

"You do sometimes." she purred, trailing her hand down her stomach and between her legs. She didn't hold back. She pleasured herself while watching him straight in the eyes, biting down on her bottom lip to muffle her moan and sometimes straining her neck, her eyelids fluttering with bliss. She was close when fingers wrapped around her wrists and pinned them high over her head.

He settled between her legs and she locked them around his waist instinctively, letting out a low whine when he sucked on her neck.

"No marks." she breathed out, almost impressed with herself for the coherent thought.

He bit down on the flesh under her collarbone and tortured it between his teeth in answer to that comment. When his mouth traveled down to her breasts, leaving stubble burn in its wake, she arched her back.

"Haymitch…" she pleaded. "Haymitch, please…"

She wriggled a little but his hips were pinning hers down. He was hard and throbbing already, she could feel him.

"You said you'd make me beg." he reminded her in her ear.

"Let go of my hands and I will." she growled back.

"You got your shot at this, sweetheart." he chuckled. "My turn now."

He could play her body like a violin by now.

And it was absolutely unfair.

He kept her wrists trapped in one hand but used the other to torture her. He brought her to the edge and then stopped. Over and over again. She was ready to commit murder or burst out crying when he eventually took pity and finished her with an expert twist of his fingers.

She cried out.

She cried out and she didn't even mind that he was laughing at her, looking all smug, because she was seeing stars.

He gave her a few seconds and then nudged her legs further apart, reaching out for the nightstand drawer… She knew what he was looking for, she didn't keep a lot of things in that drawer except condoms and Kleenex and she doubted he wanted a handkerchief.

"You do not need one." she mumbled. "I mean…. If you want to try without one we do not need one."

It felt awkward to say that much aloud. The conversation about this had been awkward enough the last time. They had agreed upon warning the other if they went with someone else, they had agreed they could relax the rules between them as long as she was on the pill… And he had said he had never had sex without a condom before and that, in her opinion, was a shame. Being safe was paramount but that was one of the perks of having a steady partner.

He hesitated, clearly torn between desire and an overwhelming urge to be careful.

"You're sure you're…" he started and she rolled her eyes.

"I am on the pill." she cut him off. "And if an accident happens, I will take care of it. You don't need to worry. I won't have a child behind your back."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm probably fucking going to regret this at some point in my life but I trust you, Effie. I don't think you're the kind of girls who'd do anything to carry a victor's kid."

There were some who were though, Capitol and District women alike, she understood that only too well.

"Then for heaven's sake, Haymitch, fuck me already." she snapped.

"So vulgar, Princess…" he taunted, hooking his arm under her left leg and pulling it up. He buried himself home in one thrust and without warning. She cried out again, pleasure immediately starting to build.

The pace was fast and punishing and it didn't take long for her to come again.

He pounded into her even harder after that, close to finishing himself. His face was buried in her neck and she brushed her fingers in his hair. If he had been anyone else, she would have whispered endearments but it was Haymitch… So she didn't.

"Have you ever come on someone?" she hummed instead.

He looked up, clearly startled and confused, but still thrusting hard in her. "You want me to pull out?"

It was obvious forming a coherent thought was difficult for him at this moment.

"You can finish inside." she replied, brushing his hair back from his face. "Or you can do it on my chest…"

She almost could hear the why he didn't actually voice. Haymitch had a very prosaic idea of what sex ought to look like. Or, at least, he used to before she came along and deepened his education. He was very traditional and not at all imaginative. He was receptive to her ideas most of the times, yes, but it was also unusual for him not to protest and grumble about what she wanted to do before actually trying it out.

He was too far gone at the moment though and he did what she asked without question, waiting for the last moment before pulling out and spilling everything on her chest and stomach. He slumped on his side, out of breath, watching her with glassy eyes.

"That's hot." he growled, a possessive strike slowly replacing bliss in his gaze. His mouth fell on her arm in a kiss that would have been tender if his teeth hadn't scraped at her skin. "Mine."

She snorted at that but didn't outright deny it. "You can go and fetch me a towel now."

"I'm not your dog, sweetheart." he retorted. "Go fetch it yourself."

"And put semen everywhere on my way there?" she pointed out. "I do not think so. This is after care, Haymitch."

He watched her with open amusement but eventually stood up and wandered in the bathroom. He tossed the towel at her face and she huffed, quickly wiping away most of the mess. He was already getting dressed again and she made a conscious effort not to ask him for something as ridiculous as a five minutes cuddle.

"How was your first time without a condom?" she asked. "Did you like it better this way?"

He briefly paused to think before slowly buttoning his shirt. "It's different. Yeah… Better, maybe." He shrugged and slipped his feet in his shoes without bothering with the shoelaces. "It was fun. Gonna head to the bar. See you later, sweetheart."

She pursed her lips and slowly made her way into her shower.

Fun.

It had been fun.

But somehow she wished it wasn't all it was.