A/N: Mature content warning, 18+ readers only, please! Please know that I've separated all of these chapters from the rest, so you can skip them and not miss anything, as I know this style of fanfic is not for everyone!
He wakes up in the morning with his face in her hair. It smells like lavender. He has his hand over her waist, and her butt is flush with his cock, which appears to have woken up before him.
He slides his hand down her side, picks up her shift dress, and feels her. The round, warm buttock, the mind-bendingly smooth skin between her hips, the gentle swell of her belly, slack with sleep. His fingers continue their travels to her breasts. He touches her nipples, first one, then the other. She starts to stir.
He lightly pinches one nipple between his fingers, rolling, and pulling. She moans, presses her rounded ass to his cock, which almost hurts it's so hard. He slips his other arm underneath her, and starts on the other nipple.
Effie is squirming, whispering, "Mm, Haymitch, don't stop." She sighs. "That feels so good."
He wants to roll her over and kiss her too, but knows his breath must be atrocious.
With the hand that's on top, he brings it down between her legs, beneath her silky underclothes, and feels how ready she is.
He pulls down her underwear and then his own, and enters her from behind.
"Unh," she makes the sweetest sound and says, "Oooh, you're big, Haymitch. I didn't know, ah, you'd be so big."
He's halfway there. He is big. Is he too big? Sometimes Terra had said so. There were certain positions she didn't like.
With his free hand, he starts circling her clit, and pushes all the way in. She makes a small squeak and grips his wrist, moving his hand at the pace she wants.
She's so hot and wet, like the night he went down on her. She even smells like lavender down there, but with the potent, added smell of her sex. She's wrapped around his cock so tight, and in this position, he can get in far, far, the head of his cock brushing against her cervix with every thrust, but not pummeling, or bruising.
He starts setting up a pace, pulling in and out, still circling and rubbing her clit, and resumes his touch on her breast.
Too quickly she says, breathless, quiet as she can, forgetting the rooms are soundproof, "H- Haymitch, I'm going to… come."
"Good, sweetheart. Come for me, I've got you."
She spasms, rocking back and forth on his cock in whip-like fashion, her cunt hot like fire and slick, so slick.
He pushes all the way in, gets his hand around her ass, and goes hard and fast.
She's panting, murmuring something he can't hear.
"Effie," he whispers. His balls draw up high. He pulls out at the last second. She looks at him and says, "Come on me, Haymitch, on me, please."
He wraps his fist around his cock, pumps quickly, and comes all over her smooth belly.
He lays down next to her, on his back, and she wipes herself off on a corner of his sheet before resting her head on his chest.
One of the Avox knocks on the door. Though his legs feel like jelly, he rises and puts on a robe before opening the door a crack.
It's Darius. He feels shame, like a bucket of cold water, dousing him from head to toe. He's been forgetting, while Darius is a silenced slave, sleeping in their dungeon at the bottom of the Training Center.
Then Darius surprises him. He looks at the robe, waggles his eyebrows, and breaks out in a grin.
Haymitch laughs.
"You're all right," he says. "Listen, Effie and I are busy. Will one of you tell the kids?"
Darius nods and shakes his head before turning away.
Effie is red-faced and giggling when he shuts the door, and turns around. He launches himself at the bed and her and kisses her until she says, "Go brush your teeth, and get back here."