Prompt : Could u please do one where haymitch wakes up effie by having morning sex or one where he doesn't let her sleep because he wants to have sex

Thirteen's Wake Up Call

Lips were wandering on her neck and Effie groaned, rolling on her side and bringing the blankets with her only to wince when her elbow hit the wall. Damned bunk beds. Damn District. Damn Rebellion. She burrowed further down under the covers, already shivering at the thought of leaving them. An insistent hand wandered past her hip to her stomach as a warm body plastered itself behind her.

She let out a small content sigh because Haymitch was like a personal portable heater at night. She sleepily locked her feet around his ankle, not minding his groan at how icy they were despite the woolen socks. The hand on her stomach wasn't deterred though. It slipped under her shirt up to her breast and started palming it just as his mouth fell back on her neck, tongue poking to soothe the flesh his teeth abused.

She let out a moan that was halfway between aroused and annoyed.

"'M sleeping." she mumbled when she felt the hard rod poking her in the ass.

"I've got half an hour before the next briefing." he answered as if it completely justified sneaking into her bed at an ungodly hour to have his way with her.

"Congratulation." she grumbled. "I'm still sleeping."

He pinched her nipple and she arched her back despite her best intentions, pressing her ass against his groin, prompting him to buckle his hips. Someone was very happy to see her, it seemed.

"Doesn't look like you want to sleep, Princess…" he taunted, his fingers suddenly tracing a lazy path down her chest and to the waistband of her pants.

"What time is it?" she asked, stubbornly keeping her eyes closed and her hands to herself.

"A little past five." he said, undoing the knot that kept the pajama pants from slipping past her hips.

She groaned. "Too early. Go to sleep."

"Forgot about the briefing in half an hour already?" he snorted and he sounded far too awake for this time of night.

"You're chirpy." she muttered, aggravated by this uncharacteristic cheerfulness. She was all for Haymitch being happier but not in the early morning when she wanted to sleep her full before having to face an hostile District full of people for whom grey was the height of fashion. "Why are you chirpy?"

"Cause Four is ours." he declared, sounding just as triumphant as if he had conquered the District himself. Well. To be fair he had probably contributed a fair deal. He was one of the rebels' main strategists after all. "The Capitol retreated. They evacuated. We won Four."

"Finnick will be happy." she commented, still not quite awake.

He managed to get rid of the knot and tugged until he could wriggle his hand in her pants. She spread her legs out of reflex. She wondered what that said about her.

"Forget Finnick. I'm happy." he chuckled. "I wanna celebrate with you."

Her thought process wasn't helped by the slow movements of his fingers. Small noises of appreciation were coming out of her throat and she hooked her leg over his, rubbing back, looking for something more than just his digits.

"You took a District and now you want to ravish me…" she hummed, a smile slowly playing on her lips. "Am I the bounty?"

"You wanna play at being pirates?" he teased, taking his fingers from between her legs to push her pants further down. It was better like that she decided, more freedom of movements.

She reached back between them, her usually deft fingers a little clumsy, and tried to get the belt off him. It was rubbing unpleasantly against her lower back.

"Perhaps another time." she offered. "I am too tired for role-playing. Unless it involves having me right there doing nothing."

"Thought that's what you were doing right now." he mocked, batting her fingers away to deal with his own clothes.

She pouted and wrapped her arm back around her pillow. "If you are not happy, I will just go back to sleep."

"Nah, it's fine." he hurried in reassuring her, his mouth pressing a frenzy of kisses on her neck. "I'm gonna take care of you. Real good. You just enjoy. How about that, sweetheart?"

"It would be a nice change." she huffed, feeling upward her pillow for his free hand. She entwined their fingers and relaxed, too keyed up to go back to sleep but still not finding the energy to be the passionate lover she usually was. He could do all the work for once.

He touched her between the legs again, coaxing small breathy noises from her that she was only too willing to give. It wasn't long before she was soaked and he guided himself inside her. She purred at the feeling, the length of him, the thickness… Sometimes it felt like a long lost part of her, the perfect complement to her body. She would never tell him, naturally. He would have laughed at her and he would probably have been right because it seemed very childish for her to think that way.

His fingers went back to playing with her nipples. His hips imposed a slow lazy rhythm that suited her just fine. When he started picking up the pace, she clenched around him, sending him over the edge fast.

She didn't come but she didn't really mind. For one, she was still sleepy. For two, the sticky mess between her legs was somehow satisfying enough.

"Shit." he cursed once he had recovered. "You didn't…"

He let his sentence trail off but she smiled all the same. There had been a time when he wouldn't have cared at all if she had gotten off or not. There had been a time when he took what he needed from her and left her to hang.

It was good to know that time was long gone.

It was good to know she had succeeded in making him care.

"It's fine." she promised.

"But…" he protested and she could hear the scowl that was probably on his face in his voice.

"Just hold me until I fall back asleep and we will be even." she bargained, sneaking her hand under her shirt to cover the one that was still cupping her breast.

He shifted behind her, pushing his leg between hers, half draping himself over her. With the wall so close, it wasn't practical but she didn't object. She liked having him in her bed. She liked going to sleep in his arms, that had always been forbidden to her before Thirteen – and it was probably the only good thing about that place. She liked the strength of him at her back. She felt safe, warm, loved.

That last one might have been an illusion or wishful thinking on her part.

But she wanted to bask in it all the same.