Prompt: My darling, I'd have a prompt for you: Hayffie have sex at some secreted, public place (at a party or something) and in all the passion, Effie loses on of her earings. She doesn't notice until it is too late to go back to the place to search for it. Work your magic with this idea

The Case Of The Missing Earring

"Do not look so smug." she chided him with a giggle as the car slowly made its way back to the Training Center.

Haymitch was slumped against the window, watching her with a smirk, his grey eyes twinkling. He pushed himself upright and placed a hand on her bare thigh, inching the hem of her dress that little bit higher. It wasn't really purposeful but it was enough to make her lick her lips.

"We won't have time." she told him.

"Back in the penthouse." he declared. "I want you without that crap on your face."

His fingers drummed a teasing beat on her inner thigh and she giggled again, unable to stop herself. She even opened her legs a little, sparing a thought for what her mother would have had to say about that. The knowledge that his hand would meet no barrier of fabric if he decided to torture her a bit before they arrived too much to be born quietly. Her lacy thong was in his pocket and it turned her on.

"Aren't you tired of having me yet?" she purred, covering his hand with hers, not so subtly urging it higher on her leg.

The party had been boring: atrocious food, awful music and lukewarm beverages – she didn't envy the host who would probably be dragged in the press for it for days. Sponsors had been sulking and had been even more unwilling than usual to be courted so Haymitch and Effie had found ways to keep themselves entertained. It had started innocently enough with their usual banter but it had escalated quickly into a fight that had demanded tension to be relieved at once.

They had remained locked in the bathroom for a good portion of the evening.

It had been reckless, truth be told, because they could easily have been discovered but it had also been so thrilling… She liked the urgency of doing it in a public place with him. She liked dropping to her knees and getting down to business, knowing there were people on the other side of the door who would never know what they were doing. She liked having to bite down on her hand to muffle the sounds when he pounded into her from behind, eyes locked in the mirror over the sink. It was hot and exciting.

"Not yet, sweetheart." he chuckled, letting her guide his hand under her dress. She dropped her head back as he worked her up slowly but efficiently.

She was a bundle of nerves by the time the car reached the Center and it was more difficult than it ought to look her part for the cameras and the people standing guard in front of the doors. She waved at the fans, smiled, and acted like her usual bubbly self but her eyes kept darting back to him. He wasn't oblivious to her attention even as he pulled off his own public persona, he glanced at her often enough, his gaze clouded with lust.

They kept it together until the elevator's doors closed, cutting them off from the world. Then they jumped on each other. She was quicker and she had him pinned to the wall in a moment, blindly fumbling with the control panel to find the penthouse button.

Her dress was half unzipped when they reached the last floor and they stumbled out of there like two clumsy drunks despite the fact that they were both quite sober. Her wig was torn off her head before they reached her room.

"Take everything off." he mumbled against her lips, slipping off his waistcoat.

She gently pushed him away, licking her lips. "Give me a moment."

She let the green dress fall to the floor as she made her way to the dressing table, already reaching for a wipe to erase her make-up. He stood right behind her, impatiently working on the lacing of her corset. He had almost succeeded in freeing her when she started taking off her jewelry, not quite pleased with her reddish bare face. She took care of the rings first because they were huge and she had accidentally hurt him with them more than once, then the heavy diamond necklace around her neck right as the corset dropped on her lap, and then…

Then she froze.

"No." she said out loud, very clearly and forcefully, as if it would change anything.

Happy to finally have her naked, Haymitch had been unbuttoning his shirt. He froze too and then frowned when he caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. "What's wrong?"

It was plain to see what was wrong.

How long had she been wearing only one earring?

She patted her hair, hoping it had gotten stuck in there, and, when she came up empty handed, she bolted from the stool to feel the dress that was in a heap on the floor. Haymitch stepped closer but looked at a loss.

"What's wrong?" he repeated.

"What is wrong? What is wrong? I lost an earring! That is what is wrong!" she snapped, letting go of the dress to run to the hallway where the wig laid abandoned. She was deeply hoping it was tangled in the synthetic hair.

"You're killing the mood for a fucking earring?" he scowled. "How many have you got?"

She looked up at him from her crouching position in the hallway, not at all caring about being naked. "It is a diamond earring. My favorite diamond earring."

He rolled his eyes. "You've got hundreds of them."

"Not like those ones, no." she retorted. "They are expensive, Haymitch. And I love them."

They had been a parting gift from one of the stylists she used to work for. They held sentimental value – not that she was about to share that with him, he would only mock her.

"They're just earrings." he shrugged, clearly missing the point, hauling her up by the arm before letting his palm roam on her side. "Let's…"

"You have to go check the car." she decided. "Perhaps it fell there."

He let out an aggravated sigh. "You know when it fell."

"No, I do not." she hissed. "Or I would have picked it up, wouldn't I?"

"Oh, come on, sweetheart…" he sneered. "We went crazy in that bathroom."

Realistically, she knew he was probably right but if he was… Then, she would never get it back. There was no way she would ask the host about a lost earring in a bathroom they weren't supposed to use in the first place because the party was taking place downstairs and not upstairs.

"Please, go check the car." she insisted.

He rolled his eyes. "I ain't going to the trouble of tracking down that car just to look for something that's not there."

"Fine." she scoffed. "Then I will go myself."

She stormed past him and back to her bedroom, picking up her green dress from the floor. She didn't have time to put it on, he snatched it away.

"We've got plans." he growled.

"They are cancelled." she retorted. "Be more careful with my jewelry next time."

"Oh, so it's my fault now, yeah?" he snorted. "You've got some nerves, Princess… You dragged me to that bathroom, not the other way around."

"And you demanded I give you a blow job." she hissed. "And, as usual, despite my remarks, you couldn't help but mess with my wig. It is yourfault if I lost my earring there."

"Sure." he spat. "Blame me. Just a quick question, sweetheart… Remind me… Who's the one who asked to be fucked fast and hard?"

She pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. "If you wish to be allowed to do that again one day, I do believe you would be well inspired to watch your words."

"Please." he scoffed. "I could push you on this bed right now and fuck you right here and you wouldn't stop me. You'd beg for more probably. You're a slut for this. For me."

He had a point and they both knew it. It was all the harder to deny when she was naked and her body was betraying her. However she held her ground, jutting her chin in the air.

"I want to check the car." she stubbornly insisted, walking around him to grab her dressing gown. Since he didn't want to relinquish her dress, she would go like that. She would use the Avox staircase, she decided. She wouldn't need to see anyone. She would…

"You seriously think I'm going to let you walk around the compound naked?" he growled when her intentions became clear.

"I did not know you had any right to stop me." she replied matter-of-factly, striding to the hidden Avoxes' access to the penthouse.

He grabbed her around the waist well before she even reached the end of the corridor.

"Fine." he grumbled. "Fine. I'll check the car even if it's a complete waste of time." She beamed and rewarded him with a long peck on the mouth. He rolled his eyes, still scowling. "Stay here and don't wander around without clothes on."

"I will wait for you on my bed." she promised with a sassy grin. "And I will be very good for you. Go find my earring."

It took him a long time to come back and she was half asleep by the time she felt him sit on the mattress next to her.

"Typical." he snorted. "You're a fucking spoiled brat. You send me on errands and when I come back, you're asleep."

"Did you find it?" she mumbled, not quite awake. She burrowed down in the blankets he tugged over her naked body.

"No." he denied. "Told you it wouldn't be there."

"Oh…" she sighed, unable to hide her sadness.

"They meant so much to you those things?" he asked.

"Yes." she admitted before rolling over to her other side and drifting off once more.

He was nowhere to be seen when she got up the next morning, the penthouse was empty, but there was a jewelry box on her plate at the breakfast table.

She held her breath when she opened it because he wasn't in the habit of giving her gifts – which also might explain why he was gone at the crack of dawn when he usually lounged in bed until noon – and couldn't help a gasp when she saw the diamond earrings on their black velvet cushion.

They were different from the one she had lost but they were simply gorgeous.

She immediately put them on and couldn't stop herself from grinning all day. She wore them proudly, like a taunting secret.

Haymitch made himself scarce all morning and all afternoon and it took quite a lot of skills to corner him into the living-room later that night.

He scowled as soon as he heard her. "Don't go making this into something it's…" His voice trailed off when he turned to face her and caught a glimpse of her. She was wearing nothing but her brand new earrings. He licked his lips, placing his untouched glass of whiskey on the liquor cart. "Good look on you, sweetheart."

He didn't resist when she pushed him down on the couch and proceeded to thank him very thoroughly.

Afterward, as they laid panting, legs tangled together, he snorted.

"I'm gonna have to buy you stuff more often if that's the thanks I get."