Prompt: Hi I have a prompt I read a fic of you saying that Haymitch masturbated while reading Effie's lingerie magazine. I want a sequel that Effie wears one of the lingerie and appears in Haymitch and Haymitch loses control and maybe they end up having sex?

Blackmail & Incentives

"Do remember to behave."

Haymitch rolled his eyes, dragging his feet as he followed his escort, forcing a smile and nodding left and right when people called his name. Just because she expected him to act like a jerk. He liked keeping her on her toes.

"This is an important night, Haymitch." she reminded him. "We can close a deal with the Terenders."

He didn't believe for one second the couple would close the deal. They liked to make small Districts hope for their money but they never went the extra mile and always ended up sponsoring a Career. They got their kicks out of watching two outer Districts competing for their attention. This year, it was Twelve and Eight.

Alina was just as lukewarm on the chase as he was but their escorts seemed determined to get out of this victorious.

"Give me a good reason." he grumbled, snatching a flute of champagne from a passing tray.

"I just did." she retorted. She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, as if moved by a sixth sense – and she might have developed a sixth sense when it came to him and alcohol after all this time – and turned around to pout at him. He didn't even have time to take a sip of champagne before she stole it from her hand. "None of that tonight."

"Still waiting on that good reason." he smirked, not so subtly looking her up and down. She had a purple dress on and, despite the feathers on the shoulders, it wasn't a bad dress. It hugged her curves just where it should.

If he had to stay sober during this party, he wanted to be sure there would be something for him at the end of the night.

He had hoped to make her a bit flustered but it wasn't Effie's style. At all.

Her pout turned seductive and she reached for his tie with her free hand. He was a bit too aware they were standing in a crowded room but she looked focused enough on fixing his clothes that nobody should find it odd – she was responsible for his PR after all.

"About this magazine that mysteriously disappeared from my room…" she said, very casually. "The one that was in your free hand when I caught you masturbating last week…"

"You're going for blackmail?" he mocked, absolutely not embarrassed.

She had walked in without knocking – something she would have given him hell about if it had been him – and she had caught him in a delicate position. Let's be fair, it wasn't the worst thing she had ever interrupted and it wasn't like she didn't have an idea of where her lingerie magazines disappeared every year.

Finding out she had modeled for that particular brand had been a nice bonus though.

He had a nice – secret – collection of pictures of her modeling lingerie. It was useful in the lonely winter months.

"As if I could blackmail you for being unable to not touch yourself while staring at pictures of me in underwear…" she hummed, letting go of his tie to smooth creases off his jacket.

He wished her hands on his chest weren't that distracting.

"Told you. It was a coincidence." he mumbled. "Was looking at another girl right before you walked in."

It wasn't convincing and she didn't even bat an eyelash.

"The red one was your favorite piece, am I wrong?" she asked, still so detached.

"Might have been." he shrugged. "Can't remember."

Moot point though. She knew his preferences. When she was wearing red… There always was a good chance that he would fuck her before an hour had passed when she was wearing red. Red was his favorite color on her.

"I might be wearing it tonight." she stated.

"Might?" he snorted, cocking his head to the right, his eyes trailing on her cleavage.

"There is one way for you to find out." she offered, patting his chest once before taking her hand off him.

"Behave?" he deadpanned, watching her take a sip of champagne to hide her pleased grin. She started walking again without answering, leaving him to follow her once again. "How is that not blackmail, sweetheart?"

"I would rather call it incentive." she replied.

He smirked, silently granting her the point.

He might grumble about it but…

It was hot when she took charge.