Prmpt for HaDS::Haffyie having sex and haymitch begs and then gets embarrassed that he begged cuz he usually doesn't beg. TY

Staking A Claim

She was beaming and Haymitch was annoyed.

He knew he should have gathered the shattered remnants of dignity he still had left, draped himself in the sheet and gotten out of her room, preferably before someone came to investigate the shouts. Not that anyone would come, he figured. Cinna and Portia knew better. And the kids… Well, the kids probably thought they were just having another argument.

Cause they had been known to have arguments at two a.m. before. Yeah. Right.

"It was not that bad." she offered casually. Too casually. It hardly hid how smug she was underneath.

He could feel his face getting even redder. It was so red, it burned.

"Shut up." he grumbled.

She laughed. She actually laughed.

He turned his head to glare at her but it wasn't really effective when he was naked and sprawled on the creased sheets of her train compartment, limp as a ragdoll and a little sleepy from what had just happened.

Fuck, but he felt as if she had just sucked the brains out of him.

Literally.

"Just so you know, I'm blaming this fucking Tour." he muttered. "Don't let this go to your head."

"Duly noted." she chuckled, stretching her arms high over her head.

And damn if it wasn't a good view.

He reached out to touch before he could think twice about it, running his palm down her bare stomach. She might have been starting to be insecure about her age but her body… Well, he loved her when she was naked and sweaty like that. Although love wasn't the right word because… This was lust. Just lust. They couldn't afford anything else right now. Not with the kids and the state Panem was in and…

"It was a fluke." he insisted.

"Of course, darling." she hummed. She was so clearly humoring him that he scoffed. She rolled over and pressed herself against his side, hooking a leg over his hip, her fingers tapping their way down from his throat to his… "Why is it such a big deal for you? I beg you all the time and you have fun with it… Why can't I have fun with your begging me?"

It was a fair question.

And the begging wasn't really what he minded.

They had been sleeping together for a long time, long enough that they knew how to work the other up without much effort. He didn't like not being in charge but he could let her have her fun from time to time. And she had always been too clever with her mouth. That she had gotten him to a point when he had begged for her tongue, her lips and then her cunt wasn't exactly embarrassing. He wasn't vocal in bed and it was rare for him to moan or express his pleasure but it had happened. She liked to make it happen. It was a game to her.

"It's not that." he mumbled, rubbing his face. His skin was hot to the touch and he just knew he was still flushing crimson.

"Then what is it?" she sighed. She knew what it was and he almost pushed her away just because he was sure this was just another plot of hers to torture him but then her tongue was poking at his shoulder, quickly replaced by her teeth and… Her hand closed around him once more, moving up and down in lazy soft strokes that would never do the trick but that would get him bothered enough that he might just forget his age and be ready to go again in a few minutes. "Didn't you like it? I know you did."

Hadn't he liked her sucking him and then riding him like there was no tomorrow?

He wasn't fond of her getting on top, didn't like the loss of control, but… She was hot when she did it. So hot. And it was her and so he didn't mind that much anymore. But fuck…

"Effie, they probably heard me two cars down." he snapped, tossing an arm over his eyes.

Because that was the real problem wasn't it? Begging was one thing he could get over, but shouting? He hadn't even been aware he was saying her name again and again until he had shouted it at the top of his lungs. He was pretty sure it had been growing steadily louder too.

He was certain nobody would be able to look him in the eyes the next day because there was no way the others hadn't heard it from the other bedrooms. With any luck, they would have slept through it. With any luck.

"I know." she purred, giving up on the hickey she was giving him. "I love the idea."

He grabbed her hand and brought it away from his penis before he could seriously get aroused by her touch. He wasn't sure he would survive another round. They didn't sleep enough, they barely ate and he wasn't getting enough alcohol in him. The sex was a great source of stress-relief but it also left them even more exhausted than before and…

"You're the screamer." he grumbled. "I'm not."

That had never really happened before. Shouting her name like that… He mumbled it in her neck sometimes or whispered it in her ear or… He never shouted. And certainly not with that much abandon. And really not when they were on a train with people all around them.

"And I managed to make you scream anyway." she grinned. "I am that good."

She looked so pleased with herself, he was torn between being really annoyed and letting himself get amused. In the end, he buried his hand in her tousled blond hair that was begging to be touched and pulled her closer so he could kiss her. She moaned in his mouth when he sucked on her tongue and he drew back only long enough to snort. "Don't need to prove that to me. Know all about how good you are, sweetheart."

Her grin grew more feral even as she chased after his mouth to kiss him again.

"Mine." she growled against his lips.

It was a dangerous claim to make and not one that set easily with him.

This being said, he had just shouted her name in a way that couldn't really be mistaken in the middle of the night so…

"You're gonna be the death of me." he complained, rolling over her to deepen that kiss.

"But it will the sweetest death…" she laughed.

He chuckled and then let his mouth trail down her throat to her chest and then lower and lower…

He preferred it much better when she was the one to scream.

Maybe it was time he staked his claim.