A/N: hey guys, I know I've disappeared I'm sorry - I was extremely busy (I still am, as the matter of fact; life and university keep me busy). Thanks for the reviews-promts I'm working on it but you probably have to wait for it at least two weeks because I will be out of my country.

Here's a little smuth-ish stuff, enjoy! ;)

Who gets the job done?

Effie moaned. She was close, so, so close. She clung to Haymitch's shoulders. He had already came but he was still inside of her, moving lazily. She wished he would fasten up a little. Just a little! So she could reach her release too. It would be so good! She moaned louder and hoped Haymitch would get her hint. But instead of speeding up, he stopped. Completely. He pulled himself out and knelt up.

'You were good.' He said, patted her knee and got off the bed. Effie whimpered in frustration when she saw he was already flaccid. He put his sweatpants on and walked to the door. 'See ya later!' He opened it. Effie sat up.

'Haven't you forgotten something?!' She hissed. She was unsatisfied and it made her sensitive, frustrated and mad. He had been doing it lately. After his orgasm, he didn't wait until she came, he just got off her and left. But, of course, he would show up again the next night to be with her. And she was stupid enough for not sending him away…

'Me?' Haymitch stopped in his track. He looked around the room, spotted something and nodded in agreement. 'You're right.' He strode to the backof the room, bent down and picked up a half-empty bottle of whiskey. 'I did forget something.' He was about to leave when a pillow hit his head.

'What the fuck, Trinket?!' He turned back to her. She was kneeling on the bed, still naked, not even bothering to cover herself. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. She was angry. Haymitch smirked. He knew very well what Effie meant but he chose to be oblivious.

'You heard me! You forgot something.'

'Yeah, my booze.' He lifted up the bottle. The golden liquor splashed to the side of the glass. Haymitch looked down at it and after some thought, he shrugged, opened the bottle, lifted it to his lips and took a long sip. "Dunno what I woulda done without it. Thanks, sweetheart!" He winked at Effie. She screamed and threw another pillow at him. Haymitch had expected it and caught the flying pillow easily. He put it on the ground and kicked it away.

'I have not finished, you fucking idiot!' Effie yelled and grabbed another pillow. 'In the past few days you never satisfied me! You fucked me five nights in a row and never waited until I had an orgasm! What the fuck is wrong with you?!'

'With me? Absolutely nothing, I've came all week, have had mind blowing orgasms. I can't complain. Most of the times were quite enjoyable, thank you very much.' he winked and took another sip.

'I hate you!' Effie threw the pillow but it missed Haymitch and hit a painting on her wall. 'I have no idea why I still let you in my room.'

'Because I am the best fuck you ever had. I rock your world.'

'Not this week…maybe you are too old. Maybe I should look for a new cock…' Effie sat back, leaned against the pile of pillows on her bed.

'Or maybe you shouldn't tell a man he never finishes anything. 'Cause, guess what, princess, he might really stop finishing some things…'

'What?' Effie froze. She indeed had told Haymitch few days ago he had never finished anything but she was talking about a sponsor's gift. Her mentor was supposed to sign it but, of course, it had never happened. Effie got mad, which resulted in Haymitch getting mad too, and they fought – as usual. Effie's last sentence to Haymitch was that he had never finished anything, and he was impossible to work with. Then she left the room.

'You…'

'I what, princess?'

'You are a rude, pathetic, alcoholic…'

'Am I? No, Trinket, I'm not. I showed you what would happen if I didn't finish what I started…' he smirked and Effie felt like she could kill him with her two, bare hands. How dared he! He had no right to give her a lesson! Work and sex went on two separated ways and one should never interfere the other.

'Then you can look for someone new to have fun with tomorrow, because you will never enter this room again, and you definitely won't touch me again. I am not a common whore to be used.'

''Kay.' he shrugged and took another sip ''Night.'

''Kay? That's all you have to say?!' she hissed.

'What else? Wouldn't be too hard to find another bitch, everyone wanna fuck a victor – women and men.'

'I'm not a bitch.' another pillow flew.

'Then stop behaving like one. 'Night, princess!' he opened the door and was about to leave when Effie appeared by his side and grabbed his hand.

'You really would leave without finishing me first…?' she tried to sound as sweet as she could.

'Without a doubt.' he looked at Effie and the dismay on her face made him smirk 'You attacked me with pillows – I assumed you want me outta here, so…yeah. See ya in the morning.' Haymitch nodded and left the room.

'Asshole.' Effie murmured. She let out a frustrated sigh and walked over to her dresser. Effie opened a drawer and picked out a bright pink vibrator 'I don't need your overrated dick, Haymitch. I have a friend to play with.' she whispered to herself and walked back to her bed and made herself comfortable – she had to finish what her mentor had started.