Prompt: Woody has a great ass, don't you think? :') Maybe you could do a hayffie one-shot where Effie pays Haymitch a compliment, like: "Your ass is a masterpiece too" And he's like:"WHAT!?"
Yes. The title is a pun. My jokes suck. Deal with it.
Goodnight Moon
He groaned when the communicuff started to buzz, automatically untangling himself from the woman draped over his chest to swing his legs off the bunk bed and rubbing the sleep off his face. It had become something of a reflex at this point: his communicuff going off in the dead of night meant an emergency which meant his presence was required in Command.
Effie grumbled at the sudden cold when he left the bed and buried herself further under the blankets. He could feel her eyes trailing on his naked body in the darkness as he rummaged around for some – mostly – clean clothes. He wished she wasn't. It was cold. Some parts of him weren't at their best when cold.
"Quit staring at my ass, Princess." he muttered, bending down to pick up some underwear.
"How can I help myself?" she purred. "It is a masterpiece."
She was teasing and he glanced over his shoulder while he pulled on boxers and pants, smirking at her. "You're lucky I've got no time."
He could see her pout even in the semi-darkness. "How is that lucky? My bed is cold without you."
"So that's why you sleep with me." he snorted, slipping on his undershirt and his shirt. "So you'll be warm."
"I am unmasked." she grinned. "You have found me out. I am only using you as a hot bottle."
He shook his head at their silliness, put on socks and forced his boots on, barely bothering to tighten the laces. He grabbed his woolen sweater and neared the bed long enough to press an almost violent peck on her lips. "'Night, sweetheart."
"Goodnight." she whispered.
He was sure she was back asleep before he even left the compartment.