prompt: since effie knows shes loud she tried too be quiet in bed. haymitch thinks she is getting bored of him but then effie explaining why shes trying to be quiet ( i am sorry for my poor english )

Of Being Loud, Ex-Boyfriends and Jokes

Haymitch pounded harder into her, waiting for the whimper or the moan that would tell him she was enjoying it. All he got was a hitch of breath and nails digging harder in his lower back.

"You're okay?" he panted. He was close and he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer but she had yet to make any sound and it wasn't like her to be silent.

She wasn't unresponsive, that wasn't the problem. She was just as eager as usual albeit a bit less proactive. But she wasn't talking or moaning or screaming and, that, wasn't right.

Even when they tumbled in bed out of desperation rather than because they had fought, she was still vocal. That was just Effie.

"Yes." she hissed and he looked up from her breasts to see her biting down on her bottom lip so hard that she had drawn blood. She gasped at the next thrust and immediately let go of his lower back to bite down on her hand instead.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he frowned. He couldn't quite completely stop the rocking of his hips but he did try to pause, seated deep inside her. "What's up with you?"

It was the first time they had had sex that year and it was… off. They had argued and they had ended up kissing, nothing new there. Then clothes had flown everywhere as they stumbled to her room… Nothing new there either. Her behavior now…

"Nothing." she replied, a bit breathless, hitting the back of his thigh with her knee. "Move."

"Now you talk." he snorted. "Not like you to just take it like that, Trinket. Why aren't you telling me what to do?"

"Oh, do you need directions?" she mocked. "Move your hips."

He glared down at her and she glared right back and he gave a slow deep thrust just for the pleasure of seeing her tossing her head back, her eyelids fluttering closed and her throat offered to his teeth.

He didn't bite down though.

Because her lips were pursed tight together and she hadn't let out a single noise indicating she liked it.

Now, she was reacting to him and it was obvious she was aroused. But she was also usually very vocal in bed, probably the loudest woman he had ever been with, never shy of telling him what she wanted or letting him know when he was doing something wrong or right. She moaned, she whimpered, she whined, she groaned, she screamed and she occasionally talked. He loved it when she chanted his name while she reached her peak. He loved to make her incoherent.

The silent number now, he wasn't enjoying at all.

"If you don't want this…" he growled.

"Do not be ridiculous." she snapped. "Of course, I do not want this. Unfortunately, it does not mean I do not want this." She grabbed his hand and forced it between their joined bodies, where she was dripping wet. "I trust you will understand the difference."

Of course, he got it. He felt the same way. Their inability to stop themselves when it came down to them was worrisome and falling in bed with her was probably the worst idea that he ever had because he couldn't resist. But the crux of the matter was he couldn't resist. He wanted her. And he had to have her.

He took the opportunity to stroke her just because it made her all flustered and she was annoying him. But loud breathing was all she consented to give and he took his fingers away, propping himself on his elbows on either side of her face to better study her. It was torture not to pound into her because he was also throbbing with need and his restraint was painful. He wasn't even sure why he wasn't just taking what she was offering and dropping the matter entirely.

"You're not loud anymore." he frowned.

"I try." she sighed. "But you are making it hard." She pushed the back of his thighs with her feet but he refused to move. "Haymitch!"

"Now that's more like it…" he smirked, pleased by her shout of utter frustration. "Why? Who broke you?"

"Nobody broke me." she huffed. "Now, are we going to finish this or…"

"Why are you hurting yourself?" he insisted, leaning in to poke at her bottom lip with his tongue. He tasted blood. "Stupid girl." he growled, annoyed that she would harm herself just so… What? She wouldn't shout?

She sighed again and stretched her neck to chase after his mouth. It must have hurt her with her torn lip but he surrendered to the kiss anyway. She was distracting and the things her tongue could do soon prompted him to rock his hips again. Only her could make a kiss so dirty…

He remembered himself and stilled when she swallowed back another groan.

"Seriously." he grumbled. "Spill. What's the matter? You're bored?"

"Bored?" she repeated, stunned. "How would you infer that I am bored?" She shook her head but soon made a face. "Although if you do not get a move on, I might very well get bored."

"You're holding back." he scowled. "Why?"

Her reflex was to chew on her lip and he had to growl and kiss her so he could pry her bottom lip free of her teeth.

"It is nothing." she answered, almost sheepish. "I did not think you would even notice."

"That I wouldn't notice you being dead silent when I fuck you?" he sneered. "Kinda hard not to, sweetheart."

She rolled her eyes but her turned her head away. "It can wait. Would you…"

She bucked her hips up and he automatically slammed his down to meet hers. She looked satisfied and it annoyed him so much he pinned her down to the mattress with his whole weight.

"You tell me now." he demanded, fighting to keep a clear head and think with his upper brain.

"It is nothing." she insisted. "I just… I had a boyfriend for a couple of months this winter."

The deep brutal thrust into her wasn't exactly planned. It was more something of a reflex. And he wasn't quite sure why.

What did he care if she had a boyfriend? Or had had a boyfriend ? They weren't exclusive. He slept around too. Maybe not lately but…

He was delighted however when the thrust stole another gasp out of her. At last.

"And?" he prompted.

"And…" she hesitated. "Well, he said I was being too loud. He found it… He did not find it classy at all, not to say he found it a bit improper and… I know I am usually loud. And…"

She flushed crimson and resolutely stared at the wall.

"That guy was shit in bed, yeah?" he snorted.

"Language. I wouldn't say he was bad." she commented. "Although quite vanilla. Very respectful of me. He was not you, that is for sure."

"And he thought you were too loud." he remarked.

"Yes. I told you that." she retorted, clearly irritated. "He said it was too… It was too…"

"Too what?" he frowned, shifting his weight on one elbow so he could grip her chin with his free hand and force her to look at him.

A flash of something passed in her eyes. She looked embarrassed and it wasn't hard to figure out she had felt humiliated.

"Slutty." she confessed in a murmur.

He clenched his jaw. The position was starting to be uncomfortable so he rolled on his back, taking her with him, spreading a hand on her lower back so they would remain joined. The change of angle was good and he groaned. She breathed out against his chest, her fingers squeezing his arm.

He wasn't sure he had ever allowed her to be on top for more than a couple of minutes but he needed the comfort because they needed to have a talk – and, yeah, maybe having a talk in the middle of sex wasn't exactly the best moment but they never did things the traditional way. He gripped her hips so he could make sure she wouldn't move. This wasn't about her riding him – although he wouldn't mind the sight. For a short moment at least. The loss of control was a turn off.

"What's wrong with slutty?" he asked, very seriously.

"It is not ladylike." she countered immediately.

"You're no lady in the bedroom." he snorted. "So what? That's old news. And a good one too. Ladies are boring to fuck. You're not. You're hot."

She sat up to look at him and the sight of her straddling him… He could feel himself twitch inside her with the need to do something.

"You say slutty and you think hot." she sighed. "He didn't say it that way. He said it like it was a dirty thing. Like I was… I like sex. I enjoy sex. And he made me feel like that was wrong of me. He broke up with me because… He wanted a wife and not a whore. That is what he said." She huffed and looked away. "He said I was not a proper lady."

"Well, he's an asshole." he shrugged. "And a stupid guy at that. 'Cause I can tell you, sweetheart, no man in his right mind would turn you out of his bed." Her lips twitched but they weren't quite there yet. He pushed himself up so he could wrap his arms around her, waiting until she had shifted so her legs would be locked around his waist once more. Not his favorite position but not bad either. "You're the best fuck I ever had." he admitted, a bit reluctantly because it would go up to her head eventually. "It's dirty and it's hot and, yeah, maybe you're slutty… And so what? What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom, yeah? Doesn't mean you deserve any less respect out there."

The way she was looking at him was a little scary. Her face was a set mask of detachment but her eyes… Her eyes were shining with emotions he didn't want to try and interpret.

"You said I was loud too." she reminded him.

"Never said it was a bad thing, yeah?" he scoffed. "I like it." He wriggled his eyebrows and buckled his hips a little. "You can be loud or slutty or whatever… Pretty sure I'll still think it's hot, Princess."

She snorted and rested her forehead against his, slowly but surely rocking on him, making him hiss.

"Careful, Haymitch…" she warned in a teasing tone. "It sounds like you are in lust with me."

"You think you're witty but you're not…" he taunted, lowering his mouth to his neck, rubbing his stubble against the delicate skin of her throat. "Now, sweetheart… Scream for me…"

She did end up screaming for him. He loved her like that. Wild and unbounded.

They were both sweaty and exhausted afterwards, limbs tangled together, too heavy to move for now. Her head was on his stomach, her arm hooked around his thigh and he thought she might have had a plan of coaxing him back to hardness soon because she kept staring at his junk and licking her lips.

"You want me to kick his ass?" he asked, out of the blue.

"Appreciated but unnecessary." she hummed. "Rumor has it he might be rich but that it is the only big part of him, if you catch my drift. He is having difficulties finding a new girlfriend as I understand it. Such a shame those rumors can ruin a reputation."

He laughed a rare laugh and buried his hand in her hair, tangling his fingers in the glossy blond curls. He didn't ask if she had taken off her wig for that guy. He didn't need to. Capitol men weren't interested in what truly laid under the make-up and the wigs. They would find it plain and repulsive. Idiots.

"Crafty." he complimented.

"Yes, I find it goes well with slutty." she snorted.

"Shouldn't date jerks." he commented.

Shouldn't date at all… he almost added.

"Oh, I think I will take myself off the dating scene for the time being." she huffed. "There is simply no interesting men out there." She propped her chin on his hip and tossed him a provocative look, before pressing a deliberate kiss on his tanned skin, right under the huge swollen scar on his right side. "For the time being, I am all yours."

He tightened his grip on her hair a little.

Mine.

He wanted to growl it against her skin, to bite her flesh until the claim was obvious for everyone to see, to fuck her until the only word she knew was his name… A thousand tortures flashed through his mind.

"Who says I want you?" he challenged.

"Your penis." she replied, calmly, her eyes twinkling in amusement.

He was half hard again. Merely thinking about everything he wanted to do to her was enough.

"My dick wants your mouth." he snorted.

"And you?" She grinned a salacious grin. "What do you want?"

You.

The thought came unbidden and he pushed it aside.

"Booze." he lied.

She lifted an eyebrow and moved as if to leave the bed. "In that case…"

He was quick in tugging her back in bed.

The shortest jokes were the best ones.