Prompt: I finally came up with a prompt and I think you haven't done it before: Haymitch having sex in a public place and enjoying the risk of being discovered. ;)
Crossing It Off The List
It was warm, the light breeze barely strong enough to make Effie's loose shirt inflate. The view was breathtaking. Sitting there on the sand, the starry night and the ocean stretching in front of them… She loved the sound of the waves licking the shore before retreating only to come back. It was so peaceful… She understood why Finnick had loved it so much, why Annie loved it so much.
Haymitch's fingers were drawing distracted patterns on her shoulder. She burrowed further against his chest, letting him tighten his embrace.
They should have been back at Annie's by now. They had left a hasty note on the fridge stating they were going for a stroll but a stroll didn't imply they would be out the whole evening. The children and Annie would worry. Johanna, more likely than not, would cackle and claim it was no loss to them.
As much as she loved all those young people, Effie couldn't deny she was enjoying the quiet time with Haymitch. She didn't like to admit it often but she was starting to feel the age gap with the victors. She was reaching forty and she wasn't as much of a party girl as she used to be.
Holidays in Four were always fun but they had been there more than a week already and she missed the evenings spent drinking tea on their porch with Haymitch. She missed Twelve. It was funny to think she would get homesick for that place.
"You're thinking too loud." Haymitch mumbled against her hair.
"I am thinking this is nice." she hummed. "Romantic."
She added the last part in a teasing voice that got the intended insulted groan.
God forbid Haymitch Abernathy was accused of doing anything resembling romance.
"Didn't ask what you were thinking about now, did I?" he muttered. "Just said you were thinking too loud. It's distracting."
She chuckled, not fooled by the grumpy attitude.
"And what thoughts am I distracting you from, then?" she challenged, lifting her head to get a good look at his face. "What is so riveting?"
He loosened his grip on her shoulders, lifting both eyebrows, his lips stretching in a cocky smirk. "You don't wanna know, Princess. It's gonna ruin your romance."
She fought not to smile but she mostly failed. "Do I dare ask?"
He shrugged, looking half-sheepish and half-arrogant. "Was thinking the only place we haven't done it yet is the beach."
Her first reaction was to frown. "We haven't done it everywhere…"
His smirk deepened as he started enumerating on his fingers. "Every room of our house – and other people's houses. Train. Hovercraft. Hotel. Gardens. Restrooms. The bakery."
"We agreed to never mention that one." she reminded him. "Peeta would have a fit."
And the boy would be right too. She was truly ashamed of that one. Or she ought to be at least.
Haymitch didn't pay her any mind. He kept on counting and was running short of fingers – she couldn't decide if that was embarrassing or not. "The woods. The lake. Oh, back alleys. Can't forget the back alleys."
"That was a long time ago." she pointed out. Half of what he had listed had happened either before the war or in the couple of years after. Nowadays… Well… Their relationship was much more than simply sex nowadays and, while they still enjoyed it, they weren't as adventurous as they had once been. They had learned to control themselves enough not to jump each other on the spot at some point. "There was that party too…" she recalled. "You had your hand up my dress all the time it took for President Snow to finish his speech…"
"That man loved the sound of his own voice." he scowled.
She shouldn't have brought him up and she hoped to distract Haymitch with the sassy smile she flashed him. "I believe that one time it was a good thing. You left me hanging too! I was furious with you!"
The smirk was back. "You know what it tells me? We have a thing for public places."
"Darling, I believe we have a thing for all places." she laughed. "Public, private…" She wasn't that difficult and she was less uptight than he was. She had never had problems with threesomes or someone watching in her youth. Not with Haymitch though. Haymitch was hers and hers alone and she liked it better that way. She had always been somehow glad he wasn't into that. Sharing, to him, was almost a crime. "If only you could keep your hands off me."
His hand was placed on her bare thigh in an unconscious response, his fingers played distractedly with the hem of her white shirt.
"We used to be bold." he commented.
"Used to be?" she scoffed. "Are you saying we are not anymore?"
She was almost offended by that remark. She was the first to admit their sex life wasn't as wild as it used to but…
She would not be accused of not being bold.
She straddled his lap. His hands immediately shot to her hips.
"The fuck you're doing?" he asked.
She couldn't quite tell if he was nervous or excited.
"Oh, please." she huffed. "Your hinting was not very subtle. You want to have sex and we are still bold."
He licked his lips but didn't look even remotely apologetic. She glanced around as he tugged her loose white shirt over her head, making sure nobody was about to stumble on them. They had settled between two sand dunes and it was secluded enough. They were well away from the most popular places in the District… She decided they should be safe enough.
"You're the best, sweetheart." he declared, burying his face between her breasts. He didn't try to undo the top part of her bikini though, she noticed.
"You like the risk of getting caught." she accused, sneaking her hand in his pants. She left them open but she didn't push them down or try to get rid of his own shirt. Experience had taught her that, in a public place, the more clothes the better in case they needed to flee.
"Add some spice." he shrugged, lying her down next to him. "Besides, you just said you like the place… Romantic, yeah?"
He was a tad too mocking for her taste.
"We will see how romantic it is when we have sand everywhere." she snorted, stroking him to hardness with an expert touch.
His fingers pushed the bottom of her swimming suit aside and she arched her back a little when he started playing with her. They found a matching rhythm: slow enough to be teasing but quick because they were outside. Their mouths regularly found each other, the kisses growing more and more frantic as their pleasure built.
When he took his hand away she simply spread her legs wider so he could settle on top of her, keeping her bikini to the side, knowing it would rub against him with every push of his hips.
It didn't last very long. He had her coming in a few thrusts and he followed quickly after that.
It felt a little like being alone in the world, she mused in the afterglow, as she snuggled close to his side.
"You had a point about the sand." he chuckled.
"The idea is more sexy than the actual thing." she agreed. "Very romantic but absolutely not pleasant."
"A bit pleasant." he grumbled, his hand trailing down her side to grope her ass reproachfully.
"Oh, that was very pleasant." she purred but immediately made a face. "The sand now…"
She escaped his arms and stood up, seeing no way around it.
His eyes widened like saucers when she kicked down the bottom part of her swimming suit and then untied the top for good measure.
"What the fuck, Effie?" he spat, looking around to make sure they were still alone. Because apparently being caught having sex was less serious than her being caught in the nude. "What are you doing?"
"I believe it is called skinny dipping." she grinned. "You are welcome to join me."
And with that parting line, she sauntered to the ocean. The water was colder than she had expected given the weather but she soldiered on. She was barely in to the waist when arms wrapped around her middle-section. Lips were pressed to the side of her neck, stubble leaving a familiar itch…
"Haven't done it in the ocean either now that I think about it…" he snorted. "Should cross that off the list…"
Her laughter echoed around when she turned around to wrap her arms around his neck.
"It would not do to be remiss…" she grinned.