Prompt: Hi! I'm a super fan of your Hayffie fics. I really love the way you write them on your stories. I don't think anyone gets them as much as you do. You are like the fanfiction goddess of this fandom! Hope you don't ever stop on writing Hayffie fics. :) Oh, and may I prompt? Can you do one where Haymitch discovered Effie's ticklish spot and wouldn't stop tickling her? Then Effie tries to tickle him back which ends in kisses and cuddles :) Thanks!

The Tour Of Madness

"You need to take Katniss aside. Coach her." he sighed, staring at the ceiling of her train compartment. It might not have been the best option for things to say right after having sex but his mind never strayed too far from the Tour and everything that went with it. "Your speeches are good but she can't deliver lines for shit."

"Language." she muttered, clucking her tongue once. She snuggled against his side, her head on his shoulder and her leg hooked over his hip.

They weren't used to this. Cuddling. It wasn't them. But they were so exhausted…

"I'm serious." he insisted, automatically placing his hand on her calf, his thumb slowly running up and down.

"You would have better luck with her than me." she replied. "Katniss does not want to learn anything from me."

"Yeah, but you're the best actress, sweetheart." he snorted. "I can't act that good."

"You can act very well yourself." she argued.

He rolled his eyes, drawing silly patterns on her skin.

Suddenly, she buckled, her knee flying high.

"Don't do that!" she hissed, sitting down with a huff.

"Do what?" he frowned. "What sort of crazy bee struck you now?"

She mumbled something under her breath and tugged the covers up, hiding her legs from view. He knew it wasn't about modesty. She was still half naked and not apologetic about it – why would she?

It took him a minute to figure it out.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're ticklish?" he chuckled. "How come I never found that out before?"

"Perhaps because you were not stroking the underside of my knees before." she retorted, staring at him, by far more serious than the situation required. "Don't you dare even think about it."

He smirked, struggling with her to tug the covers off her. "Shouldn't have dared me. Should know better than that."

It was childish and stupid but when he managed to snatch the covers and she tried to escape the bed, he caught her around the waist and brought her back down. She was laughing when she tried to wriggle out of his grip and her hilarity only increased when he started tickling her under the knee.

He found himself laughing with her.

It was a bit silly.

He blamed the Tour.

It was making them all crazy.