Holidays
Being alone on an island was a dream vacation as far as Haymitch was concerned.
He had loved it from the very first step he had taken off the boat, Effie giggling in his ear as she carefully led him down the gangway blindfolded… Aside for the monstrous mansion made of concrete cubes and glass – that belonged to one of the wealthiest Capitols from what he had gathered – the rest of the island was pristine and he had to admit the mix of luxury and nature was… good. Better, however, was the fact that she had somehow convinced the Peacekeepers they didn't need an escort on land, that the air and naval patrols would be enough…
Boggs wasn't entirely happy about that aspect of things but, as Haymitch had firmly reminded him, give him a hunting knife or even a gun and he wasn't exactly the helpless puppy the Peacekeeper always made him out to be. He had killed before. He could kill again if pressed.
Not that any killing had been necessary so far…
The Peacekeepers had done a good job locking down the zone, there hadn't even been a single paparazzi alert – but that might have to do with the decoys Effie had planted at several other places in the country…
The beach was beautiful.
Fine sand, blue water, heavy vegetation at their back… The horizon line was only broken by the military boats patrolling around in the distance, far enough that they could pretend they weren't there at all. At night, if the sky was clear, they could barely guess at the lights from Four but, for the most part, it was easy to pretend the whole world had faded away.
Haymitch stopped watching the ocean's relentless coming and going, the crashing waves dying a few feet away from their toes, and glanced at the woman sunbathing next to him. Effie was lying on her stomach, her head pillowed on her arms, her top was undone to avoid tan marks, the bottom of her flimsy bikini could barely be called fabric… Not that he really minded the flimsy string of royal blue disappearing between her shapely butt cheeks… It made for a nice view…
Still, she wasn't as relaxed as the attitude suggested. Her eyes were closed but her fingers were drumming a random beat on her forearm…
He grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and squeezed a generous amount in his left hand, using his right to dab some over his own body, insisting on the big ugly scar on his right side. When he was done making sure he wouldn't burn, he straddled her without warning and squeezed another good amount on her back.
She arched her back in surprise at the cold cream hitting her skin.
He couldn't help but smirk at the images it conjured though. It had been a long time since he had surprised her with any… fluids on her body. Lately, it had been all about putting them in the right spot – and, as much as he hated to say it, it did take some fun out of it.
"Stop fretting." he ordered, massaging the sunscreen into her reddish skin. She was naturally so pale that it didn't take a lot of sun exposure to make her burn. She was very careful to tan and not get sunburned.
"Why would I be fretting?" she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. Her body was slowly relaxing under his big hands because he knew just where to knead, press and caress to make it submit. She often said he could play her like a violin and it was true. The reverse was also true, though.
He snorted. "'Cause of whatever Plutarch told you this morning."
Her shoulders briefly tensed under his palms and then relaxed entirely. "We said no work."
His lips stretched. "It's cute you think I don't know you're sneaking phone calls every morning, sweetheart."
She did open her eyes then, watching him over her shoulder with a knowing look. "It is cute you think I do not know you are hiding a burner phone in that plant pot in the living-room…"
He smirked more openly, not bothering to deny it. He suspected they had both known work couldn't entirely be banished from their holidays. They were who they were and the President couldn't entirely disappear off the surface of the Earth, the same way she needed to keep on top of any potential emergencies. She trusted Peeta to replace her only so far, the boy was still learning.
"I'm thinking I'm gonna keep it." he mused out loud. "Much easier than borrowing your phone or Boggs'… Who's gonna know?"
"Hopefully no one." she hummed, closing her eyelids right back and rolling her left shoulder twice to let him know she wanted attention there. He gladly obliged by kneading her tensed muscles… "It is a matter of national security though…"
"Not if I use it to call you, it isn't." he countered and then sighed. "You're concerned about Coin?"
Assuming Plutarch had told her the same thing he had told him, it seemed like Coin was truly preparing a comeback. There were evidence Thirteen was trying to convince Five behind the scene to openly criticize their handling of the dam situation…
"I am more concerned about what Seneca is up to…" she countered. "Did Plutarch tell you about…"
"Yeah." Haymitch scoffed. It seemed Crane had gotten tangled with disputable people. Nothing had gone public yet but Crane was on their radar since he made no secret of wanting to run in the next elections… "But that's not our business, sweetheart."
"If what Plutarch says is true, it could be dangerous…" she argued. "I tried calling him but he won't answer…"
He made a face. "Don't get involved, princess. "
"He is my friend." she argued faintly.
"Your friend's a big boy." he countered. "And the people he's sniffing around… It's not safe. I want you safe."
He bowed down to press an apologetic kiss on her shoulder.
He knew her. She was deadly loyal when it came to friendship but this… He didn't have the specifics, he hadn't read the reports obviously. Plutarch was just giving him a brief rundown of everything he deemed important in the mornings but… It sounded bad. And he wanted her as far away from bad people as he could get her.
"We have friends in common." she hesitated. "I will ask them to check on him."
"That's alright." He dropped another kiss on her sun heated skin. "You want me to do your front?"
He didn't bother hiding the note of hope in his voice.
"You just want to fondle my breasts." she accused playfully.
He smirked. "So?"
"So you didn't even do my legs." she commented.
He endeavored to repair that mistake immediately, switching position so he could sit on her ass and very thoroughly cover her legs in sunscreen… And if it meant his hands had to wander between her thighs a few times… He was just being diligent.
"I think they are good now." she remarked after a few minutes, amused.
"Better make sure." He shook his head. "Wouldn't want you to burn, now, would we?"
"I think you should take care of my front, now." she hummed.
He didn't protest much when she asked him to lift up so she could roll over. She did chuckle when he started with her legs this time around though. That bikini bottom wasn't much more descent on the front that it was on the back and it wasn't really staying in place every time he massaged one thigh or the other. The back of his hand was rubbing against her soft waxed skin, the fabric shifting aside, revealing appetizing things to his eyes…
He didn't touch her there though.
Not even when her legs parted a little in invitation.
His mouth was parched and her breathing was short when he turned around again, squeezing more sunscreen on her stomach. He spread it on her belly first, enjoying the way she kept sucking her stomach in with every breath… She was always so responsive to his touch, it was…
"Haymitch…" she breathed out, arching her back just a little.
He gathered more sunscreen and pushed his hands up her stomach to her breasts… The noise that escaped her throat when he finally cupped them… He was very thorough with the sunscreen, covering every inch of them, running his thumb around her nipple just to make sure…
"Let's go back inside…" she suggested, a bit out of breath.
"Or we could stay here." he countered, leaning down to kiss her. It made a very happy part of him press against her stomach. It also meant most of his weight was pressing down against her hips and he wasn't surprised when she started rolling hers, searching for any type of friction…
"I would rather not give Boggs a show." she argued into the kiss, biting down on his bottom lip.
"Boggs knows to look away." He kissed her harder, resting his whole weight on her when her hands traveled up his spine, her nails scratching lightly at his skin…
"Boggs may but do the other Peacekeepers who are probably watching the beach?" she challenged.
"You tan topless every day." he pointed out, drawing back to frown.
She blinked, her gaze clouded by desire. "There is a difference between not wearing a top on a beach and having sex in front of people, Haymitch."
But his mind wasn't even on the sex part anymore. "You really think they're watching us all the time?" She lifted an eyebrow, an incredulous expression on her face because of course they were watching the beach from the boats all the time. Boggs may know when it was time to advert his gaze – and so did Gale for that matter – but the Peacekeepers on those boats and hovercrafts were military and not the special force Peacekeepers from the Mansion who were used to their antics. He made a face and reached an arm to snatch his beach towel, quickly wrapping it around her torso. "No more naked tanning."
Annoyance and amusement battled on her face. Luckily for his balls, amusement won. "Does that mean no more fooling around in the water either?"
"Not if we're porn material." he scoffed. "They don't have cameras inside the mansion or anything right?"
He should really have asked that sort of things before. They had been on this island for over a week already.
"There are security cameras but only the one outside are working. I made Boggs promise he would disconnect the ones inside." she tempered, brushing her hand against his cheek. "Complete privacy is asking for too much, Mr President… And they're all professionals who know this is classified. They won't say anything."
"Don't like the idea of another man seeing you naked." he grumbled. "Really don't like the idea of another man seeing you coming."
And if he had thought this through, he wouldn't have fucked her in the ocean the other day. Although he supposed they couldn't have seen too much in the water. But still…
He would keep the fooling around for indoors from now on. With drawn curtains because fuck knew there were too many bay windows in that mansion…
"Then take me inside…" she purred, stretching her neck to whisper in his ear. "Because I would really like to come right about now…"
Things like that, she never needed to request twice.
Still, he made sure the towel was secure around her torso before he hauled her up and over his shoulder, making her scream half in protest and half in delight. It was a mercifully short walk from the beach to the mansion. She screamed again when he tossed her on their unmade bed – alone meant no staff and no staff meant the bed mostly went unmade every day and Haymitch had to cook because she was helpless a kitchen and he loved it, all of it, and if he could have frozen time at any point in his life…
The scream turned into giggling when he tore the towel off and covered her body with his, peppering her chest and throat with light kisses… He found her mouth eventually and kissed her deep, keeping it unhurried because they had all the time in the world…
That was a good feeling. Having all the time in the world…
"We really needed this…" he whispered against her lips, his hand finding hers and bringing it over her head on the pillow.
She entwined their fingers, pecking his lips. He felt her mouth stretch into a soft smile against his own. "Yes, we did."
Being together, being able to focus on their relationship more than they did on the country, not being forced to wake up before dawn to start handling problems, not obsessing over that app and the best times to have sex in order to conceive… The break had been a much needed one and he would be sorry to go back to the Capitol in a few days…
"We're getting away after New Year's Eve this year." he decided, running his hand down her sides. "You and me. Even if it's only a week-end. We really need to make more time for us."
Her blue eyes were twinkling. "You just want forty-eight hours of uninterrupted sex."
He shrugged, his smirk deepening. "I'm a healthy man who just happens to have a very sexy fiancée."
She laughed. "You are shameless."
And unapologetic about it, he mused, tracing a slow trail of kisses down her chest, her lower belly… It didn't take much work to slip those bikini bottoms off… Her legs immediately fanned out to give him better access but he teased her for a while, nuzzling her inner thighs, her pubic bone, pressing random kisses anywhere but where she wanted them…
"Haymitch…" she growled.
"Need something, sweetheart?" he taunted.
She propped herself on her elbows to glare at him. "Stop teasing."
"But it's half the fun…" He snorted. "You know I think I'm gonna make you ask for what you want. In details. How's that for…"
"I want you to suck on my clit and fuck me with your fingers." she cut him off without batting an eyelash. "Hard. And fast. Unless you cannot keep up, of course, in which case I am more than happy to take over with my own hands. Or I suppose one of those nice sailors on those boats could…"
He bit down on her inner thigh with a growl of warning. "Mine." He licked the abused patch of skin to take off the sting, pressing an open-mouthed kiss over it to finish soothing her. "You're all mine."
Her blue eyes were twinkling with a mix of deep satisfaction and arousal. It always turned her on when he put on a possessive show – even if most of the time it wasn't really a show, he was a possessive bastard… She could be very vicious too when she was jealous though so, all in all, they balanced each other out.
"Then, prove it." she challenged, lying back down. "Make it good."
He was never one to back down from a dare.
He licked her exactly the way she liked until she started making those little whimpers of pleasure… Then he got on to serious business. She wanted it hard and fast and that was exactly what he gave her, suckling and nibbling on her clit without mercy, pumping into her with his fingers to the point his wrist started cramping from the awkward angle…
Her pleasure built quickly though, he could feel her clenching around his fingers…
When he was sure she was ready, he twisted his fingers, curling them so he would hit the right spot, tugging on her clit with his teeth at the same time…
She cried out, her back arching, pushing her rocking hips into his face… He kept sucking and licking while she rode her orgasm, only slipping his fingers off once she fell flat on the bed, panting a little… She watched him with glazed eyes when he kicked off his swimming trunks, freeing his throbbing erection from its almost painful constrain.
He would have settled between her legs and had his way with her if she hadn't placed a shaky hand on his shoulder to hold him off. He paused immediately of course, even though he was a bit confused, lost to his lust and the urgent need to do something about his hard penis…
"Wait." she whispered, sitting up and then twisting to her hands and knees. She tossed him a look over her shoulder, a small teasing smile on her lips… "It's been a while since we did it this way…"
He eyed her trembling arms dubiously but didn't ask if she was sure. She wouldn't have offered unless she was sure. And it had been some time since he had gotten that sort of treat…
He pressed a kiss on her ass, another on her lower back and then grabbed her hips… It was the only warning she got before he pushed inside her. She was so wet… He groaned, bowing over her back…
"Fuck me, Haymitch." she demanded again.
He obliged.
He tightened his grip on her hips, drew back only to slam back in a few times, increasing the pace, spurred on by the noises she was making… He wasn't entirely surprised when her arms gave in and her upper body fell down on the bed but he was too far gone to care… He was in that zone now where all that counted was chasing his release…
Still, he groaned in pleasure when she lifted her upper body up, reaching for the headboard, changing the angle… He sat down on his knees, letting go of her hips to grab her breasts, leaving her in charge of fucking herself on him as he played with her body…
They were sweaty and her hands were slipping off the headboard but she always grabbed it right back, always pushed her hips down harder… He sneaked a hand between her legs, flicked her clit…
She came again with a delicious keening noise…
It pushed him over the edge.
The sound, the way she clenched around him…
They ended up in a tired tangled of limbs on the bed… He was spooning her, her legs were trapped between his, his dick still half inside her, his arms wrapped around her torso, his face in her neck… Not really the most comfortable position but his legs were numb and refused to answer when he nuzzled her neck with his nose, intending to… move away. Her fingers gripped his forearms, dug in…
"Okay, sweetheart?" he asked, because it had been intense.
She laughed a little. "Excellent service, Mr President."
He snorted in her neck. "Don't call me that in bed. It's bad enough I get hard every time you call me Sir…"
"Be careful or I will start calling you darling in public." she teased.
"Don't mind." he protested even if it was half a lie. "But that's gonna throw a wrench in the whole we ain't together sham…"
And, fuck, was that sham exhausting…
He longed for the days when it wouldn't be necessary to hide all the time anymore…
"I might do it, you know…" she hummed. "Just to see how fast Plutarch's head would pop…"
Haymitch couldn't help but chuckle. "You're a terror."
"I am." she freely admitted. "I am…"
And he wouldn't have had her any other way.
They soooo deserved that trip XD Some coconuts for you on this good Sunday. I hope you enjoyed it, they certainly seem like they did XD Hopefully something will come out of all this holiday coconuts ;) What troubles is Seneca in now do you think? Will Coin make troubles? Let me know your thoughts!