I've changed the rating to M, just for the sake of peace...smutter stuff will come later anyway (;

Sexual Frustration

As soon as Haymitch got back to the penthouse, he made a beeline for Effie's room. The door was closed. He knocked on it but didn't wait for an answer and entered right away. Haymitch stopped in his track because Effie wasn't alone. A woman around her age was between her legs and licking her clean, he assumed, and another one was sucking on her right breast while Effie massaged her left one, playing with her pink nipple. All three of them wearing wigs and heels.

He needed a minute to adjust what he was seeing but when he finally realized what was going on, it made him uncomfortable and… slightly embarrassed. He knew Effie was sleeping with other men but with other women...?! Without doubt the Capitol was the weirdest place in Panem.

"Care to join?" Effie asked seductively when she noticed Haymitch was watching ...well, staring at them. The two other women stopped playing with Effie's body and sat up. Effie did, too. She got out of bed and walked up to him slowly, swaying her hips along the way. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a kiss on his lips. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out to the corridor.

"What the fuck, Haymitch?!" She screamed.

"Take this shit off!" He growled as he tore the wig off of her head. She yelped in pain as her pins flew everywhere. He lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

"Put me down at once! I am busy! You can't just break into my room and kidnap me!" She hit his back with her fits.

"Don't care." He marched to his room and threw his escort on his bed.

"What is wrong with you?!" Effie sat up and looked at him. She was mad, her blue eyes were sparkling with anger.

"What the fuck was that?"

"That was three women trying to have some fun."

"You- "

"You said I can't sleep with other men and I haven't. You never said I can't sleep with women." She shrugged.

"What the fuck are you? A whore? A slut? To fuck with not one but two women!" He shouted. He couldn't explain why he was mad. He didn't know why he was mad. Who cares who she was sleeping with. Effie was no one to him, just the escort he occasionally fucked. And...someone who brought him a strange, unfamiliar feeling of being safe and in peace. Even when he was asleep.

"I am a slut! Haven't you heard? I'm an escort, it's nothing but a nicer word to describe whore." She snorted, every word laced with anger and mockery. Haymitch wanted to hit her. He sat down next to Effie and gently took her sandals off. The sudden softness surprised her. He kissed her knee, her thigh, her chest then her neck.

"You aren't. You are my escort, the damn best I've ever had." He kissed her lips.

"How drunk are you?" Effie laughed and threw herself on her back. Haymitch lay down next to her.

"Dunno." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"I can't stay here. I've guests."

"You don't. You stay." He nibbled at her nape. "You are only allowed to sleep with me. Only me."

"Why?" She turned around in his arms.

"Because I said so. I don't sleep with others so you don't sleep with others either."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Why?"

"Oh, shut the fuck up! Just don't sleep with others, understand?!"

"Silly me, how haven't I noticed we are in a relationship." She rolled her eyes.

"We are definitely not." He snorted. Him? In a relationship? Never!

"Then why am I not allowed to sleep with whoever I want...? Please do enlighten me."

"Just...don't sleep with others."

"Okay." She nodded "I won't. I won't if you will respect me."

"I do."

"No, you don't."

"I do, Princess."

"Prove it."