Prompt: Today's prompt directly made me think of another one. I hope you don't mind. Effie going through a phase where she only wears pants because they are the latest fashion. And suddenly Haymitch realizes that skirts are way more practicable in certain situations. You know what I mean. ;) I would love to read it.
The Problem With Pants
Haymitch felt betrayed.
And the chuckles Effie was muffling against his shoulder weren't helping.
"Giving up?" she taunted in his ear.
He wanted to refuse but… The fact was he had her trapped against a tree in the vast gardens of a mansion where a party was taking place and he would usually have had his way with her by now. The situation called for a quickie with clothes on, not…
"I hate those things." he grumbled.
"But you were so taken with them…" she teased.
Fashion was to leather pants.
And he had been drooling ever since she had showed up on Reaping Day. Even Chaff had been drooling after her. Leather pants on that ass… It would have been difficult to remain unmoved.
For the first time in all the years they had known each other, he had not only approved but admired her fashion sense.
And now, the leather pants were forbidding him from getting what he wanted.
They were tight and clung to her legs like a second skin. He had managed to pop them open but there wasn't even enough room for him to sneak his hand inside, never mind pull them down long enough to find some release in her.
No. There was no other way around it. If he wanted to have sex with her, the pants had to go and that was more risks than they would both be willing to take in public.
"Fuck this." he groaned, briefly leaning his forehead on her shoulder. It didn't help his boner, she smelled far too good.
Those pants were a tool of torture. She looked too tempting but there was no taking a bite.
"You will get to peel them off me once we are back in the penthouse." she whispered in his ear, before sucking his earlobe in her mouth.
He let out a small frustrated whine – a sound he would forever deny.
It would be hours before they could leave…
He hated everything.
And those pants.