Prompt: Effie wearing for the first time Haymitch's shirt after sex and he appreciates it a lot!

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Hiiii 3 Prompt : Haymitch realizes how Adorable Effie looks with no make up, in his sweats and t-shirt

The Shirt

It was an odd feeling to wake up slowly and not on the brink of panic because of a nightmare. It didn't happen often enough for him to take it for granted.

He felt around the narrow bed, already knowing he would find it empty. District Thirteen's bunk beds didn't allow a lot of room when you were sleeping with someone. He hadn't meant to fall asleep the previous night but it happened more and more nowadays. He often couldn't find the will to leave her bed after they were done trying to drown their anxiety in each other.

He stretched like a content cat, feeling more rested than he had in weeks. She had exhausted him and he wasn't about to complain about sore muscles when he was waking up with a smirk on his lips. He opened his eyes, finally spotting her in the living area of her compartment. She was running her hairbrush in her blond curls, humming a little as she contemplated the grey uniform she had placed on the table – probably trying to figure out how she would customize it that day.

She was lost in a baggy shirt and it took him a few seconds to realize it was his.

He watched, mesmerized, how small and frail she looked in his shirt, how it fell on her shoulder, leaving it very much bare, hinting that she didn't have anything underneath… She was wearing woolen socks but no pants and he was suddenly very sure she had no underwear on.

She was in his shirt. Naked.

And he was going to have to wear it all day and it would smell like her and he bet it would be very distracting.

But more than that… He felt himself growing hard at the sight.

He should have been annoyed. She had never presumed to borrow his clothes before – but to be fair, they had never really shared a bed just for the hell of it either before. And instead he was… enjoying the sight very much.

She glanced at him when he sat up and flashed him a smile. "Good morning, Haymitch."

It was sing-sung and entirely too cheerful for such an early hour. He mumbled a greeting and carefully climbed down the bunk bed. She didn't pay him any more attention, too busy inspecting the uniform and planning what to do with it.

She yelped when he grabbed her around the waist but it soon turned into chuckles when he nuzzled her neck with his nose, breathing in the smell of her. It might have been because it had been weeks without liquor but, lately, he was certain she was like a drug and he could get high on her.

"Someone is up early this morning." she purred, burrowing back into his naked body.

He brushed her hair aside and bit down on her nape, not enough to leave a trace but enough that she tossed her head back on his shoulder, leaving him open access to her throat.

"That's my shirt." he chided her.

"Should I give it back?" she grinned, already working on the buttons.

He covered her hand, preventing her from taking it off.

"Don't think so, sweetheart." he snorted.

He kind of like the idea that he would walk around all day wearing a shirt he had fucked her in.