music prompt for hayffie - 'i like you so much better when you're naked', by ida maria
To Be Of One Mind
"You're gonna let me out of this bed any time soon?" Haymitch snorted, folding his arms under his head.
"Are you complaining?" she purred against his skin. Her hot mouth kept wandering on his chest, her tongue teased his nipple and he let out a groan despite his best intentions of not betraying anything.
The thing was… he wasn't complaining.
She was in a mood, a very good mood – something having to do with beating Viola on a modeling job that winter – and when Effie Trinket was in such a mood…
Well, it usually meant good things for him.
She was feeling hot, confident and powerful, which meant it made her a lot more dominant than usual but he wasn't complaining about that either.
She had managed to get him flat on his back on the bed hours earlier – using trickery, sure, because dropping to her knees and sucking him off until his legs gave in was cheating in his opinion – and she hadn't let him switch them ever since.
She had given him a blow job, she had fucked him, she had flopped down on his chest and refused to move like an overgrown kitten determined to curl up on top of his torso for a short nap…
He had woken up from said nap with clever fingers wrapped around his dick, resulting in the two of them eventually getting covered in cum. Her latest idea had been to straddle his face – something he wasn't sure he had really liked because as much as he enjoyed eating her out, it had made him powerless and that wasn't something that sat well with him – and now she was… Trying to get him up again if he was right.
By his estimations, they had been locked in that room for more than twelve hours.
"Don't get me wrong, sweetheart, I'm liking the sex marathon…" he smirked, running a hand on her side, brushing his knuckles against the swell of her breast. "But… You ain't hungry?"
He was hungry – famished, even. He also wanted – needed – a drink. And he would have had nothing against a shower because they were dirty – there was no other words for that, they were both reeking of sex, sticky everywhere, and the sheets badly needed a change.
She sat up, taking the time to adjust her position as if she was riding a horse that could bolt at any moment instead of him, and reached for the plastic water bottle on the nightstand.
Now, that was cheating even more.
Because he wasn't sure he had ever seen something as hot or sexy as Effie Trinket, naked, tossing her head back to take a desperate drink from a plastic bottle, so thirsty that some drops trickled down her chin and ran down her throat to her collarbone…
Haymitch licked them away.
Was there anything else to do?
The primitive part of him was suddenly very focused on the water trickling down and he realized only belatedly that she was doing it on purpose. He growled and sank his teeth under her collarbone, over her breast, in retribution.
"I can go on a little more." she grinned. "Can you?"
"You're gonna be the death of me." he grumbled, bending his legs under her, propping her a little higher.
Her blue eyes were almost completely dark when she kissed him, rubbing herself against him on an imaginary beat he couldn't hear. The moment he was hard enough – and that didn't take long – she slipped on him, intentionally squeezing and…
"Fuck, Effie…" he mumbled.
"That is the plan, yes." she laughed.
He grabbed her hips and forced her to quicken the pace until the only sound in the room was the noise of flesh slapping against flesh and their heavy panting. It didn't take long for her to toss her head back with a mewl of pleasure.
She didn't protest when he rolled them over and he figured she was finally surrendering to the inevitable exhaustion. He pounded into her hard, refusing to let her space out, bringing her to the brink again. Her eyes closed when her second climax hit her and, for a brief second before he found his own release, he was afraid she had passed out.
He fell on top of her with all his weight, crushing her to the mattress but not caring enough to move. He was bone deep tired.
"Haymitch." she vaguely muttered in protest.
"You killed me, you deal with it." he retorted.
She giggled and he smirked.
It was a bit astounding to him how well they could get along in a bedroom when they couldn't go two minutes without arguing outside of it. It made him think that if they tried to work together out there too instead of just…
"I like you so much better when you are naked." she whispered sleepily.
She seemed to be on the same line of thoughts, unknowingly proving him right.
It wouldn't take much for the both of them to be of one mind.