Prompt: "They had their share of quick tumbles in back alleys or locked rooms at parties..." Please do one where they are at a party and can't stop. And you decide if they'll get interrupted. ;)) Thanks so much!

Cue: smut

Their Curse, Their Folly

"Stop it." Effie hissed for the third time when his hand found its way back under her dress. "I am serious."

President Snow was making a speech at the front of the ball room, celebrating the brand new victor from District Seven who had so bravely defied the odds. People clapped when it was polite to do so and laughed or sighed when they were expected to but, mostly, everyone was waiting for the party to truly start so they could stuff themselves and dance.

The speech was long and boring and, if it had been polite to do so, Effie would have sipped from the flute of champagne in her free hand that had long since grown lukewarm. Haymitch had felt no qualm in downing his whiskey no matter how rude it would be to have an empty glass to toast with when it would come down to that.

They were at the far end of the room, though, their backs to the wall, and she didn't think anyone would notice.

His wandering hand however…

"You're a fucking tease." he growled in her ear, low enough not to be heard by anyone else.

She glanced around anyway, taking note of who was nearby. Nobody was paying them any attention though.

"I am not." she huffed, suppressing a smile.

"Liar." he accused, his fingers brushing the back of her thigh again.

He liked the dress.

She had chosen it on purpose. It was a bustier dress with a floating skirt that would probably have been at risk of being indecent if the crepe hadn't been heavy enough to keep it so. There were delicate flowers made out of lace embroiled in the fabric. It was elegant. She had paired it with ruby red heels, diamond jewelry, and a navy blue wig styled in a puffy extravagant side bun that shimmered under the lights.

He hadn't said he liked her outfit, naturally.

But he hadn't called her ugly either, which told her everything she needed to know, really. She flattered herself of being Haymitch fluent.

Thing was, she had been planning on seducing him that night but not in the middle of President Snow's speech and not in a crowded room.

"You are drunk." she accused. He might have been. She had seen him down quite a few glasses with Chaff while they all waited for the President to appear and officially open the ball.

"Yeah." he snorted, leaning in enough that she could feel his breath on her nape. He had a thing for her nape. If they had been alone, he might have bitten down on it. "On you."

She chuckled, she couldn't help herself, and that warranted her quite a few glances from their neighbors.

"Has that line ever worked?" she mocked, once people had focused back on the President.

"It's working right now." he smirked. His fingers ventured higher under her dress and she shot him a glare. He didn't take the hint though. He groped her shamelessly, kneading the flesh until she automatically leaned toward him.

"Haymitch." she warned.

President Snow finally called for a toast and she barely had enough presence of mind to lift her flute. The following chaos that always went with the opening of the ball was an opportunity Haymitch didn't pass on.

"I'm going to fuck you, sweetheart." he whispered in her ear. "Right here. Right now."

It angered her that he took it so much for granted and she opened her mouth to tell him under no uncertain terms that it wouldn't be happening, when his fingers went right where they had no excuse to be in a crowded room – even if they were at the back and relatively out of sight.

Unfortunately, instead of angering her further, it stole her breath away.

"There is a parlor. Second door on the right when you leave through the south corridor." she told him. "I will give you a five minutes head start."

His hand retreated, brushing against her ass.

"Be quick." he mumbled.

She toured the room once and then took advantage of the fact everyone was fawning over the boy from Seven to sneak away.

She reconsidered on her way there because it was one thing to have quickies in back alleys or in secluded rooms at parties but in the Presidential Mansion?

She reconsidered and prepared her arguments carefully, ready to promise one hundred pleasures in the car trip back to the Center, to bribe him with his favorite tricks…

She had a speech ready when she sneaked inside that room…

And she found herself pinned to the hastily closed door before she could even open her mouth. His kiss was brutal and demanding and his hand was under her dress again, pushing her underwear aside…

"Fucking dress… " he growled against her lips. "Fucking tease…"

He didn't have to work much to get her wet and panting. She met his fingers with her hips, her moans muffled by his relentless kisses.

He stopped before she could actually climax and by the time she came down from the building high enough to reach for him, his belt was already unbuckled and his pants were already open. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and held them over her head, out of the way, and pushed her panties down. He impatiently whacked her thigh when she took too long to untangle one of her heels from the fabric, and then hooked his elbow under her knee, forcing her leg up.

She liked to be proactive in bed, all the more so with him. They never had as much fun as when they fought for dominance, fought all the time it lasted for their bodies to reach their peak… He liked it, she suspected, because he could have taken control at any time, he had superior strength and – as loathe as she was to admit it – superior wits, but he rarely did.

And she shouldn't be as turned on as she was by the way he was completely taking choices out of her hands right now. She could barely push her hips toward him, given the position they were in. He controlled everything from the pace to the strength behind the thrusts.

"Haymitch…" she panted. "This is madness."

She didn't know what she meant. Their current position, the location they had chosen to have sex in, the fact they couldn't stop themselves and act rational…

"Fuck if I don't know…" he sneered.

He didn't stop though.

They could never stop.

It was their curse and their folly.

It would get them killed one day, she was sure of it.

And yet even that thought wasn't enough to convince her to stop.