Prompt: inspired by an old episode of friends where Joey discovers Rachel's novel that she's been working out, an erotic, smutty novel between a girl and a bishop i think? Anyway Joey starts teasing Rachel about it, quoting from the book and using it to teasingly seduce her. I was hoping you could do something like that where Haymitch finds Effie's erotic book (probably set during the victory tour?). And Effie gets all flustered and tries to snatch the book away and then Haymitch uses it to try (and successfully?) seduce her into his bed. I dunno. just a though.

Ok, I have to say I had a lot of fun with this one. ;) And yeah it's smut again. I know. I don't know how it happened.

Of Books And Fantasies

Victory Tour had changed some dynamics inside the team – it had to when they were all living in so close quarters for so long – but Effie still paused when she stepped inside her room one night on their way to Three, to discover Haymitch sprawled on his stomach sideways on her bed, propped on his elbows. He was wearing the shirt and sweatpants he wore to sleep and his butt was the first thing that greeted her – not such a bad sight though. It took her a second to realize he was reading.

She blinked but the sight didn't change.

It wasn't that she was a stranger to Haymitch's coming and going in her room uninvited but he tended to do that more often since the Tour had started. He also tended to fall asleep in her bed and to spend the night there – something that had happened once in a blue moon before. In any case, he had certainly never showed up there to read. It felt strangely domestic and odd.

He didn't move or say anything when she closed the door and wandered around her room, throwing him curious glances. He was still reading in silence when she stepped into the bathroom to remove her make-up.

She felt his presence just as she was applying a hydrating cream to her skin. He was leaning against the doorframe, the book still in his hand, a noticeable bulge in his pants…

"Say, sweetheart…" he smirked. "I'm curious… Is Flin Delmort the fantasy or am I?"

The name made her freeze and her eyes shot straight to the book. The cover was painfully familiar.

"Did you snoop in my drawers?" she squealed. "Why did you… How… Oh!" It was such bad manners, she had no words.

"I wanted a condom." he shrugged. "The book jumped at me. Wasn't snooping." He looked at her up and down, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Who knew Miss Prim and Proper kept porn in her drawer…"

"It is not porn it is literature." she protested. "And why were you looking for condoms anyway?"

They hardly ever used any. She kept some out of habit rather than for any practical purpose. She narrowed her eyes at him. She had seen the winks and the smiles Octavia was always flashing him when their paths crossed.

"Don't look at me like that. Cinna asked if I had any." He rolled his eyes. "And it is porn." He flipped through a few pages and wriggled his eyebrows at her. "Pamela looked up at Two's victor's cock with amazement. Her hands trapped behind her she could do nothing but lick her lips as…"

"Yes, thank you." she cut him off. "I am familiar with the book."

"Why, sweetheart, you don't want me to read you the part where he stuffs it in her mouth? I love that part." he taunted.

"You missed the point." She cleared her throat. "This is a love story."

He shook his head, opening the book toward the end. "The moment his tongue touched her core, she screamed. Never before had she…"

"Well." she huffed. "It is a love story with sex. It is only natural."

"It's not a love story. It's a silly Capitol girl who wants to get wild getting fucked by her favorite bad boy victor." he snorted, tossing the book in the clothes hamper. She opened her mouth to protest but he was in her space before she could say anything. "Sounds very familiar. Kind of get what you like in this story. Do you imagine us, Princess?" He lowered his lips to her nape and she closed her eyes. "When you read this… Do you imagine me doing these things to you?" He placed his hands on her hips, running them up and down her sides slowly. "Did you like the scene he fucked her against the sink?"

"Did you read the whole book?" she frowned.

"Wasn't exactly long or hard to read." he chuckled, using the grip on her hips to draw her a little more into him. "Something else got hard though…" His lips brushed her nape. "So? Favorite scene?"

She licked her lips, wondering if he was having her on or not. Both were equally possible with him. If he was horny enough…

"I like the scene in the bedroom." she confessed. "Even if you are not really into bondage… I… I did think about you while reading the book."

His smirk became smug and he rewarded that with a proper kiss on the back of her neck. "Did it make you wet? Thinking about me bending you over the sink, pounding into you from behind?"

She closed her eyes, leaning into his chest, but he forced her to stand still. "Answer."

"Yes." she breathed out.

His hands trailed up her sides all the way to her wig. She felt him removing pin after pin and didn't protest when he took her off, tossing it in the hamper. She wanted to protest about that but then his fingers ran through her hair, tousling the wild curls and she forgot to be angry about it.

"Did you touch yourself?" he hummed.

"Haymitch!" she gasped. "How improper!"

He swatted her ass – not hard enough to hurt, but enough that she felt a tinge of arousal. "Answer me."

They weren't much into power play, into submission and dominance. Not like that anyway. But she trusted him and so she surrendered. This was just a fantasy. He was giving it to her and she would take it.

"Yes." she whispered.

He smirked at her in the mirror before taking his hands off her and retreating to the bedroom. She followed. What else could she have done?

He sat on the edge of the mattress. "Strip."

She could have make a show – he liked that when she was wearing kinky lingerie – but she didn't think that was what he wanted and they had a script to follow so she simply unzipped her silver dress and let it fall at her feet, suppressing the urge to pick it and fold it properly because it was haute-couture, never averting her eyes away from his. He didn't look down either which was either impressive or insulting.

"Everything." he ordered, his voice rough.

She bristled a little at the tone but it was the aim, she figured. And it was just a game. She unclasped her bra and let it fall before pushing her panties down. Only then did he stand up. He brushed a hand against her front, almost dismissive, briefly cupped her breast, and stepped behind her. She felt him taking off his shirt, one of his hand coiled around her wrist…

It was the part of the scene where Flin tied Pamela's hands behind her back with his shirt but…

Haymitch didn't want her completely at his mercy. She wouldn't have minded much, she trusted him and, truth be told, there would have been something thrilling to putting herself completely in his hands but he didn't trust himself and she could not only understand but respect that. It wasn't his thing and this should have been fun for both of them or there was no point.

She turned her head, nuzzling his neck with her nose. "We don't have to do that." she whispered. "It is fine. I will just keep my hands to myself. Well… Figure of speech. I will keep them off myself and off you."

He snorted but captured her lips in a dirty kiss. "You want to go on with this?"

She licked her lips, knowing he would have been perfectly happy to call the game off and immediately go down to business. But it was fun.

"Yes…" she murmured. "Yes, if you want to."

He shrugged and then swatted her ass again. The sound was more impressive than the actual slap. He didn't hit hard enough for the skin to even tingle, probably weary of causing pain – occasional bruises and bites during sex often happened but neither of them actually purposefully hurt the other, that wasn't something they were into either.

"Should have said please, sweetheart." he reminded her. "Where are your manners?"

He kicked off the sweatpants and went back to sit on the edge of the mattress, legs slightly parted. He was almost completely hard already.

"Come here." he instructed. "I want your mouth."

She kneeled between his legs, a part of her bristling hard at the way he was talking to her. Perhaps this fantasy wasn't as pleasurable as she had thought when she had first read the book. Haymitch often talked to her harshly and he never hesitated to say what he wanted from her but he never quite… expected her to follow his orders like a good little slave – not without some sort of talking back from her in any case. That was degrading and it was only the thought that it was a simple role play that kept her on track.

Remembering to keep her hands off him was the hardest part. They had been sleeping together for long enough that she knew how best to please him when she was blowing him off and that involved clever fingers. She had to be creative, using only her tongue and her mouth and following the slight tugs of his hands tangled in her hair. She coiled her fingers around the back of his ankles to ground herself.

He was close, she could tell, when he pulled her off him. Her lips made an obscene wet popping sound that made her blush a little.

"Good girl." he groaned, letting go of her hair to get a grip on her arms and tugging her on the bed. "Hands over your head. Legs spread."

"I feel like a prostitute." she complained.

He lifted an eyebrow. "Want to stop?"

Knowing what was coming next, she simply rolled her eyes. "Fair is fair. Your turn."

"You're talking back to me, I don't know if you deserve a treat." he countered with a smirk.

She pouted like she so well knew how to do, batting her eyelashes in that way that had most men at her feet, sounding as sincere as she could. "I do apologize… Please, Haymitch…"

He chuckled and shook his head at her. "Don't know how so many guys fall for that trick, Princess."

Still, he pressed a kiss in the inside of her ankle and slowly traced his way up her leg. She closed her eyes and pressed the back of her head in the pillow as his stubble started rubbing against her inner thigh however he kept dropping kisses everywhere but where she wanted him most. He covered her body with kisses, sometimes nipping and sometimes sucking the skin to leave a mark – although he was careful to keep those where it would be hidden by clothes.

"Haymitch…" she whined in frustration.

"Problem?" he mocked.

"Please." she begged. She was at that point where she didn't care about anything but finding release. "Please, please, please…"

He chuckled again but this time he relented, finally bringing his mouth between her legs. She could have sworn she was close but he had a gift for bringing her to the edge and then leaving her hanging. He tortured her for a while with his tongue, fingers and teeth until she just couldn't take it anymore and she brought her own hand down between her legs.

He slapped it away. "No."

"But I need…" she argued, half sobbing because it was too much. "I need to come, Haymitch."

"Why, sweetheart…" he taunted. "You should have said. Turn around."

She did what he asked without a thought, letting him position her like in the book. On her knees, her head down on the bed, one of his hand gripping her neck and the other holding her hip… He slammed into her hard. She was more than ready for him and it didn't last long.

She came with a cry that she barely had the presence of mind to muffle in the mattress. One minute later he was slumping on her. Her knees couldn't take it and they ended up in a heap on the bed. She could feel his panting on her neck. Her whole body was humming.

Eventually, he caught his breath back and he brushed her hair aside to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. "You're okay?"

"Yes." she offered and then she wrinkled her nose. "You are crushing me a little."

He rolled off her and she turned around to snuggle against his side. He didn't always allow that but that night he seemed happy to let her. He wrapped his arm around her, his hand automatically coming to rest on her hip.

"Had fun?" he asked.

She thought it over for a second. "I think fantasies should remain fantasies. Don't get me wrong, it was good but… I don't like being treated like that." She pressed a kiss on his shoulder. "Did you enjoy it?"

"No." he said honestly. "I like you fiery not submissive. I like the struggle…"

"Yes." she grinned. "Yes, exactly. I don't mind you being dominant when you fight for it, I don't like simply…"

She let her sentence trail, unsure of how to finish it.

"Taking it?" he suggested, his thumb drawing mindless patterns on her hip. "That book was crap anyway."

"I like the romance." she argued softly. "He loves her by the end…"

"He loves her ass." he snorted. "And you got Flin is supposed to be Brutus, right? You've been having dirty thoughts about Brutus."

"Absolutely not!" she gasped. "He is simply a character. There are not…"

"Trust me." he cut her off. "Description matches. It's Brutus."

She sat up, watching him with a frown. "When did you see Brutus naked?"

He rolled his eyes. "What do you think happens when guys pee together, sweetheart? Do you think we don't look?"

Her frown deepened. "And do you look in an appreciative way or do you look to compare? Because when I look at a woman's chest I don't look just to compare…"

"Don't look at women's chests." he grumbled with annoyance, shooting her a dark glare. "Don't look at other guys' junks either."

"I am not the one looking at other men's equipment, apparently." she retorted. "I am not pleased with that."

"Stop it." he snapped. "You know I don't roll that way. You look to know who is bigger. Everyone does it."

"Truly?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Well… According to the book's description, I may have chosen the wrong victor…"

"I'm bigger." he growled.

"But he is thicker…" she hummed, a teasing smile on her lips.

He glared at her, sneaking an arm around her waist to bring her down. He rolled on her, pinning her down to the mattress. "Short and thick will never get you off."

"Still according to the book, he is hardly short." she pointed out.

"I'm still bigger." he grumbled. "And you love it so shut up about this already."

"So sensitive…" she mocked.

"You know, there's a spanking scene in that book, right?" he scowled. "We could reenact that."

"You will never raise a hand on me." she countered with fondness, cupping his cheek. "Even to play."

His face softened briefly and he leaned in to kiss her.

It was demanding and almost violent, it was a fight for dominance.

It was them and not a fantasy.

She liked it better that way.