HI There :D, i have a prompt: Katniss is wearing something really sexy and and haymitch goes all dad on like "your not going out like that" something like that

The Little Black Dress

"You look lovely, Katniss." Effie assured for the third time, watching the girl restlessly move from one corner of hers and Haymitch's kitchen to the next. The mug of tea Effie had poured her had been forgotten on the counter in all the pacing the young woman was doing – either trying to get used to the heels she had on or out of genuine nerves – but Effie was cradling hers between her hands, not bothering to hide her amusement. "He will love it."

Katniss finally stopped digging a hole in her kitchen to lean her back against the counter, sulking. "It's really not me."

That, Effie couldn't really dispute. The black dress Katniss had borrowed from her was short and showed some cleavage. Effie had braided her beautiful hair in a fancy hairdo and she had also done her make-up – not enough to send the girl screaming, she had been very careful to keep the whole thing discreet. In her opinion, her victor looked perfect. She wasn't entirely sure about the black heels with the golden buckle but Katniss had seen them and had wanted them and it was such a rare thing for the girl to be enthusiastic about shoes – and for good reasons given that she only wore boots – that Effie had entrusted them to her without a second thought.

"It is a date, is it not?" she hummed, distractedly flicking the page of her magazine and bringing the mug of tea to her lips. "You are supposed to dress up. It is part of the fun."

"We've never been on a date." Katniss sighed, playing with the golden bangles around her wrist – that too came from Effie's wardrobe. "It's stupid. We've been living together for six months. We don't need…"

"Darling." she interrupted firmly. "If I may give you a piece of advice… Keeping the romance alive is never a bad thing. Peeta will come pick you up…" Hopefully before the girl drove her crazy with her restlessness… "He will be wearing a nice suit and he will probably have something sweet like flowers… He will take you out to Sae's new restaurant and it will be a fun night. Romantic. Nothing to be nervous about."

"I'm bad at romance." Katniss confessed with a defeated wince.

"Oh, trust me, once he sees you in that dress, you will not have to do much else." she grinned.

The girl timidly answered her smile, smoothing the silky fabric of the dress. Effie wished she would stop doing that because her clammy hands would leave stains but she held her tongue. Katniss was out of her comfort zone. She had accepted the date idea to please Peeta and had immediately come running to her in a complete panic over what to wear, what she was supposed to do and how best not to ruin a night the boy had clearly put some thoughts into. It wasn't often Katniss came to her for advice so Effie had done her best.

"Even with the scars, right?" Katniss asked suddenly. "I mean… He doesn't mind the scars. But they show a lot with this dress…"

The burned patches of skin were noticeable but Effie was so used to them, and to Katniss not giving them any thought, that she barely paid them any attention.

"You look lovely." she repeated firmly. "In fact, you should keep the dress afterwards."

"Oh, no." Katniss frowned. "It's yours and I probably won't wear it again in a long time so…"

"Keep the dress, dear." she interrupted cheerfully. "It suits you more than it does me."

And the back was too low anyway. Her own scars would show and she wasn't as comfortable with them as Katniss was with hers.

"Okay." the girl shrugged, a little puzzled but dismissing it as one of her Capitol quirks, no doubt. "Thanks."

"You are very welcome." Effie promised, bringing her mug to her mouth. The tea was tepid now but she finished it all the same, unwilling to get a lecture from Haymitch about wasting resources. She skimmed through an article about the new fashionable fabric in her magazine, trying not to mind that the girl was still fidgeting.

"Effie?" Her victor cleared her throat with obvious embarrassment so she looked up at her, eyebrows lifted in a silent question that she hoped didn't carry her slight irritation at being constantly interrupted. Katniss wasn't looking at her, she was still fidgeting nervously, a little red in the face, twisting her bangles this way and that… "I wasn't snooping but earlier when we were looking for stuff in your room..."

The girl stopped at that and Effie pursed her lips a little. It wasn't a great start to a conversation… I wasn't snooping. But she had told her to look around her wardrobe and pick out whatever struck her fancy so… What could have Katniss found anyway? She hadn't been looking through her nightstand drawer, that much she was certain of, and that was where she kept the things she really didn't want anyone to find. Well, she supposed Haymitch knew the sex toys were there but he had never really addressed the subject, the same she tactfully pretended not to know about the magazines hidden at the bottom of his wardrobe.

Katniss shifted her weight from one foot to the next. "The drawer full of weird underwear…"

"Oh, my lingerie drawer!" she exclaimed, almost with relief. Lingerie, she was happy to discuss. "Did you want to borrow some as well?" She wrinkled her nose. "I won't lie I do not like lending lingerie, it is a bit… intimate. But I would be happy to help you order some, if you wish."

There were no lingerie shop in Twelve yet and it was a crime in her opinion.

"I don't know." Katniss hesitated. "It looked weird."

She lifted an offended eyebrow. "Weird?"

"Not comfortable." the girl explicated.

"Well… Some pieces are not really. That is not exactly the point." she admitted. "But some are actually really comfortable."

She loved wearing pretty lingerie. She didn't know how the girl could be content with the plain cotton panties and bras you found in Twelve. Effie loved her colorful lacy underwear, it made her feel sexy even when nobody was supposed to see it. It made her feel powerful.

"And a lot of it is see-through." Katniss insisted, relaxing a little, probably because Effie was so at ease with talking about that sort of things. She didn't understand the stupid taboo some District people seemed to have about sex and all things related.

"A personal preference." she dismissed. "You can find adorable pieces that are not if you are more comfortable this way. I have the latest issue of Capitol Lingerie somewhere…"

Although she might have to ask Haymitch where he had put it – and not just because of the half-naked women in it, she was sure there would be some dog-eared pages hinting at what kind of stuff he would like to see on her.

"Boys like that?" the girl asked, turning red again. "See-through stuff?"

Effie didn't even blink. "Oh, yes."

Katniss bit down on her bottom lip, clearly hesitant but also a bit interested. "Maybe I will take a look."

"I will find that magazine for you." she promised.

The front door slammed shut and Effie rolled her eyes at Haymitch's inability to close a door properly.

"Are you done playing dress-up?" he grumbled as he came into the kitchen only to do a double take when he saw Katniss. He grew red in the face – even redder than Katniss had gone while talking about lingerie. "Hell, no. What the fuck? You ain't going out wearing this… this…"

"Dress?" Effie suggested when it was clear he would do nothing but sputter.

Katniss' face had close with understandable anger. "Effie says I look pretty."

"You don't look pretty." Haymitch snapped. "You look… You look…"

"Attractive." Effie finished tactfully again and was treated to a glare. "She is a woman now, Haymitch. It should not come as such a surprise to you."

"That's any reason to dress her up like you?" he growled. "The fuck were you thinking? She's not…"

She glared at him, slowly standing up to plant her hands on her hips. "What does that mean dress her up like me? And I suggest you think long and hard before you answer…"

"You know." he accused.

"I most definitely do not." she hissed.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, anger and frustration battling in his eyes. A little over a year ago, he wouldn't have hesitated twice before tossing words at her head but things were different now and there was a line in the sand he knew better than to cross if he didn't want to end up spending the night alone.

"She's a baby!" he exploded eventually. "You can't dress her up like that!" He turned to Katniss. "You ain't going out like that. Hear me, girl?"

"I will wear whatever the hell I want to wear!" Katniss retorted, clearly furious. "Even see-through lingerie!"

Effie's anger turned to worry when Haymitch started coughing hard, all whizzing breath and teary eyes. She winced. "That might have been information better left between you and me."

"This is your fault." Haymitch hissed, glaring at Effie.

"My apologies but I do believe it is your own fault for thinking of her as a baby." she scoffed. "She is eighteen…"

"Barely." he spat.

"And she is already living with a boy with whom she is in a steady relationship with." Effie continued as if she hadn't been interrupted. "Do I need to tell you what I was up to at eighteen?"

"That was you." he growled.

"Very well." she huffed. "What were you up to?"

One-night-stand after one-night-stand, that was what he had been up to and she knew that perfectly well.

"That was me." he scowled. "Seriously, Effie, look at her. She looks like she's ready to…"

She planted a hand over his mouth before he could say words he would definitely regret. He glared at her but was wise enough not to try and finish that sentence.

"She looks like a lovely young woman going out on a date with her boyfriend." she declared firmly. "She looks perfectly decent and that overprotective fatherly act you are pulling is much less cute than you think it is, so you are going to apologize to her and tell her she looks beautiful."

"She doesn't look beautiful." he grumbled against her hand. "You know how she looks."

Effie rolled her eyes and dropped her arm, turning to Katniss. "If you needed any proof Peeta is going to love your outfit, this is it. Congratulations, you are so stunning Haymitch is uncomfortable."

"Haymitch's an ass." Katniss muttered, arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Language." She clucked her tongue. "He has just realized you are a grown-up attractive woman now. It will pass, I assure you."

The expression on Haymitch's face was stuck between a sulk and a scowl. He dropped on the chair Effie had vacated and refused to look at either of them.

It was probably lucky that the backdoor opened at that moment and Peeta walked in, carrying a bunch of dandelions – which wasn't the most romantic flowers in Effie's book but it must have been a private thing between the children because Katniss beamed as if he had offered her an armful of roses. The look on the boy's face when he saw the girl… It was priceless…

Effie quietly walked behind Haymitch's chair and loosely wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He was glaring at the table and stubbornly refusing to look up at what was going on.

"You look… Wow…" Peeta stammered. "You're… Wow…"

"See?" Effie whispered in Haymitch's ear. "This is how it is done."

Katniss chuckled, a pleased pink glow on her cheeks, and soon the two of them were off into the night, leaving her to deal with a very grumpy Haymitch.

"You didn't have to dress her up like that." he insisted.

"You never had any objection to me wearing that dress." she pointed out.

"It's you." he shrugged.

"Meaning?" she huffed.

"Meaning you're sexy. That's who you are. That's fine with me." he muttered. "Katniss…"

"Katniss is not a baby anymore, darling." she sighed, briefly tightening her embrace to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Let it go."

"It's all your fault." he persisted.

She rolled her eyes and straightened up, gathering her mostly empty mug and Katniss' untouched one to place them in the sink.

"So." she said firmly, desperate to change the topic. "What shall we do with our night?"

"If it were you and me we'd never have made it to the restaurant." he spat. "I'd have had you against the wall of the house."

He actually blanched at that and glanced at the window over the sink. Effie quickly drew the curtains close. Just in case.

"Yes, but, unlike you, Peeta is a gentleman." she retorted. "Now…" He was looking a bit green and she rolled her eyes. "Stop thinking about it!"

He rubbed his face and then glared at her. "Why that dress, Effie?"

"Because she liked it and I cannot even remember the last time I wore it." she dismissed. She didn't wear a lot of black and that one she was pretty sure she had bought for a wear-black-only party.

"Yeah?" he scoffed. "I do. The study at that asshole's mansion? The desk? Rings any bell?"

And now that he was saying it…

"Oh." she said. "Oh. Well. I can hardly be blamed for forgetting all the times we had fun at parties over the years, Haymitch."

"Didn't think that dress had survived the night." he mumbled. "And now she's on my girl's back. I've done things to you in that dress, Effie. Unspeakable things."

"They were not that unspeakable." she mocked.

"That's 'cause you don't remember them clearly." he snorted.

"There is a desk in the study…" she hummed. "You could potentially refresh my memories…"

That would distract him, she thought.

And it did.