Prompt: Please could you do something where one year during the games Effie and ealizes are about to sleep together and when he undresses her he ealizes she's gotten some awful Capitol trend like tigris had or something on her body (although it's Effie, so I imagine it would be a little prettier than that hahah)

Steaaaaam alert

The Butterfly Effect

Haymitch was eager.

Then again, he figured ten months of making do with one's hand would do that to any man. He pushed her against the dinner table, silencing her protests with his mouth. The tributes had gone to bed, the table had been cleared and there were no reasons for attendants to come back to that car… She should have known better than wandering back in there to check for a lost earring.

He hadn't even tried to keep up appearances this time. He hadn't even tried to start a fight just so he had an excuse to shut her up by kissing her.

His hands roamed everywhere on her body, clutching at the fabric of her dress only to cope a feel here and there…

She was just as aggressive, already breathless, already tearing at his clothes…

"I didn't miss you." she spat between two violent kisses.

He wondered who she was trying to fool.

"'Cause you think I did?" he scoffed, lifting her up by the waist and sitting her down on the table before stepping between the legs she immediately spread for him.

The zipper resisted him so he simply grabbed what he could and tugged.

"Don't…" she warned. Too late though. There was the ripping sound of fabric and then the dress pooled around her waist. She glared at him and tried to punch his shoulder. He deflected that blow easily enough. "Animal."

"I'll show you animal." he growled.

He was violent when he pulled her back to her feet and tore the corset and panties away from her, barely stopping long enough for her to push the shirt from his shoulders. He intended to turn her around and push her stomach against the mahogany table but his eyes caught a flash of gold and he froze, frowning.

She didn't seem to notice, lost in her own lust, she was chewing on his collarbone, leaving deep reddish marks. He groaned and pushed her back to get a better look.

"What the fuck is that?" He wrinkled his nose faced with the pink rhinestones shaped like an intricate butterfly dangling from her navel.

"A piercing." she said, her tone short and heavy with frustration. "It is the latest fashion."

She tried to reach for him again but he had her in a firm hold and he sat her back down on the table to get a better look. He didn't know if he liked it or not. "Is it forever?"

Effie had never been one for crazy alterations. She followed fashioned to the letter but when it came to undoable things like getting fucking whiskers or multicolor tattoos on her face, she always backed down, arguing fashion was a cruel unfaithful mistress and that one should always think further than the next hour.

And now, there she was, with a butterfly in the navel.

"It is removable." she sighed. "I will remove it right now if you would only move."

She was impatient and it made him smirk. He pinned her down on the table, keeping her there with a hand on her chest.

"Now, now, sweetheart…" he taunted. "There's no rush."

If glares could kill…

"You are a despicable man. Despicable." she hissed, trying to get up but he had her trapped – he had no doubt that if he had freed her, he would have found himself pushed on a chair while she straddled his lap and took what she wanted from him.

"Does it make you wet?" he snorted, lowering his mouth to her stomach. His tongue poked her skin and she moaned. He glanced up with amusement. Her cheeks were flushed and she was obviously very annoyed with herself for having reacted that way. He trailed his lips down to her navel and hesitated. "Can I…"

"It is no more painful than when you suck on my earlobe when I am wearing an earring, Haymitch." she explained impatiently.

He sucked the butterfly in his mouth, his tongue finding the golden nail pinning it to her flesh. She moaned again and he toyed with the piece of jewelry for a while, gently tugging on it.

When he grew bored with that game, he continued on his path downward. He didn't need to tell her to open her legs wide for him.

The butterfly kept jolting every time her hips buckled. He eyed it as he worked her up, deciding that, maybe, it was a fashion trend he could grow to be okay with.