Prompt from a list reblogged on the-hayffie-penthouse: "I may or may not have left some….marks."

Ruination

"This…"Effie hissed, tugging her dress back up "…was ridiculous."

Haymitch chuckled behind her and she kept her eyes firmly averted at the clicking sound of his belt being buckled. "Ain't really what I'd call it but…"

She pursed her lips tight, brushing the bottom part of her lovely red dress. It was full of dirt but, fortunately, the lights at the garden party they were attending were dim enough that nobody should notice. She secured the button at her nape that would hold the dress up but the fabric still gaped at her back.

"Anybody could have walked on us." she insisted. They hadn't gone far enough from the main part of the garden where the party was taking place, they could still hear the faint beat of music and, worse, the echo of laughter and conversations… They had done it in risky public places plenty of times before but this… This one was taking the cake. She didn't know why she had let herself be seduced. She didn't know why…

"If you didn't want me to push you into a bush, you shouldn't have been wearing that dress." he retorted with another snort. She shot him a glare but he simply shrugged, lazily tucking his shirt back in his pants. "You know it's true."

Of course, she knew it was true.

It was the very reason she had chosen the dress in the first place.

It was a short red number with a modest enough cleavage, which upper bodice looped behind her neck but left her whole back bare, secured at the very small of her back with three small nacre buttons. It was lovely, sexy in an elegant way and, obviously, the color he preferred on her so… of course, she had known the dress would arouse him.

But she hadn't expected it to arouse him that much that he wouldn't be able to wait until they were back at the penthouse – or at least in the safety of the car.

"My parents are somewhere at that party." she argued as the very real possibility that her mother might have walked in on them finally entered her head. She hadn't been in any state to think about that before. Not when he had lured her in a dark spot at the edge of the garden and not when he had started kissing her neck. Certainly not when he had turned her around and…

"Nobody saw us and nobody has a clue." he grumbled. "It's fine, sweetheart. It was good, right?"

It had been good. Obviously.

If sex with him wasn't that good, she wouldn't let him put her in those situations.

She sighed and turned her back to him. "Button me up, please."

"I like taking it off better." he taunted but, soon enough, she felt his fingers brush her spine as he did the three small buttons at her waist. Then she felt his mouth on her shoulder, slightly hesitant. "So… I've got good news and bad news, princess…"

"What are you talking about?" she huffed. She tried to turn around to face him but his hands fell on her hips, firmly keeping her in place. "Haymitch."

"Good news is… Didn't rip the dress earlier. Not even a tiny bit." he said.

"I warned you what would happen if you did." she reminded him.

"Yeah…" He was wincing, she clearly heard it in his voice. "Bad news… I might or might not have left… marks."

"Marks?" she repeated, her voice becoming shrill.

"Didn't think I was biting that hard. Honest." he panicked, brushing his fingers lightly under her collarbone where, she supposed, the marks were.

He had bitten her.

He had bitten her hard while he pounded into her and it had triggered her climax and… Oh.

"How noticeable is it?" she hissed, straining her neck to see behind her. It was fruitless, of course, there was no way she would see her own back without a mirror. All she could see was Haymitch's small wince and it was all the answer she needed. "Oh dear… Can we at least pretend it is something it isn't? Can we say I scratch myself on something or…"

He shook his head. "It looks like teeth. Trust me, nobody's gonna buy it's anything but that." He winced again, his feather-light touch brushing against the spot. "Does it hurt? Shit, sweetheart, I'm really sorry… Didn't mean to break the skin…"

"Honestly, I barely noticed at the time." She sighed. But now that he was touching it, it was a little tender. "No matter. We need to find a solution, I cannot go back to the party with a lovebite on my back… What will people say?"

When she tried to turn again, he let her but didn't let go. His hand trailed on her waist and he relocated it to the small of her back once she was facing him so they were caught in something that wasn't quite an embrace.

He looked like someone who had been up to no good in dark corners too. His hair was disheveled beyond repair, his clothes were crumpled and his face looked flushed.

"Give me your jacket." she ordered.

He frowned. "What?"

"I find I am suddenly cold. Be the gentleman you rarely are and give me your jacket." she snapped.

He rolled his eyes. "Sure. That won't be suspicious at all. You wearing my jacket."

Still, he shrugged it off and handed it over. She tossed it over her shoulder like a cape and jutted her chin high. "It is less damning than the marks of your teeth on my back."

He shrugged. "If you say so."

She tossed him an annoyed look, lips pursed, eyes narrowed… "You will be the ruin of me."

Her poor spotless reputation…

He snorted and leaned forward a little as if to kiss her before remembering himself and standing straight again.

"Not before you ruin me first, sweetheart… Not before you ruin me first…"

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