Prompt : Can you write hallway sex for Hayffie please? 😊

What Rants Are Made Of

Her voice was grating on his nerves.

It had started before they had gone to that party, it had gone on during the part and the car drive and the elevator ride… Haymitch walked in the penthouse, clenching his teeth, a headache quickly developing behind his eyes…

"Shut up!" he snarled at last, putting an end to her hours long rant. "Why can't you just shut up?"

She actually stopped mid-word, her mouth open in comical shock. Then she snapped her jaw closed and narrowed his eyes at him, lips pursed and head tilted to the side.

"Rude." she huffed. "Always so, so rude. Really, it is…"

And off she was again, her voice way to high-pitched, talking louder than usual even… Just to annoy him, he was sure.

He had planned on going straight for the liquor cart in the living-room, he changed his mind and pushed her against the wall instead, his hand loosely wrapped around her throat. She had been criticizing him and nagging and pushing for hours. He was done listening to her.

"Shut the fuck up." he warned.

She didn't even have the decency to look afraid. She almost looked bored with the whole thing. Ten years of that game had made it well oiled. They knew what would be coming next. Fighting was just an excuse – although she was truly annoying him. She coiled her fingers around his wrist and tugged once but he didn't release her throat like he would usually have done. He didn't squeeze but he didn't grant her the comfort she requested either.

He was tired of hearing her rant.

"Shut the fuck up…" he repeated, lower. It was almost a growl.

Of course, she didn't just nod and give him the quiet he demanded.

She leaned in a little, fighting against his grip, until her lips were inches away from his. He could feel her breath rolling on his face, he could smell the sweet scent of mint that told him she had been smoking at some point that night and had been trying to cover it with peppermints.

"Make me." she challenged.

That was a request he was only too happy to grant.

She was expecting a kiss, he could tell, so he pushed her down on her knees.

Irritation flashed in her eyes but she didn't try to escape when he unbuckled his belt and shoved pants and underwear down just enough that she could have access. She had plenty of time to bolt away but she didn't. She stared at him instead, defiant to the last.

"Suck me off." he ordered.

He wasn't sure she would go for it. Chances were fifty-fifty. Sometimes she just surrendered control and sometimes she liked him to pry it off her.

She didn't seem to know where she stood either that night. She licked her red painted lips and if she chose to comply, he knew there would be lipstick all over his private parts. She delighted in marking him in every way she could as long as it was out of sight.

He felt a thrill when she reached out with one hand, slowly stroking him a few times before closing her lips on him, never averting her eyes from his. She was a tease and a minx and a fucking sex goddess.

After ten minutes, he was leaning heavily against the wall, his fingers buried deep in the synthetic hair of her wig, letting out a steady stream of curses as she scraped her teeth along a throbbing vein.

He pulled her up and twisted them around so she was the one with her back against the wall. She hopped and wrapped her legs around his waist without prompting, in a practiced move. He clumsily fumbled under her dress for a minute, pushing her underwear aside and trying to find the right angle. Her head fell back at the first frantic thrust, her heels dug painfully in the small of his back…

The sounds she was making…

He loved those sounds.

He could have gotten drunk on those sounds.

He came first, panting hard against her shoulder. Once he had recovered a bit, he slipped his hand between their bodies and lazily stroke her until she cried out. She was limp in his arms, trapped between him and the wall. Silent at last.

"See?" he chuckled in her ear. "It's way better when you're not jabbering, sweetheart."

"I am not done lecturing you." she grumbled, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck to, carefully, place her feet back down.

"Then I guess I'm not done fucking you." he snorted.

She rolled his eyes but her lips twitched in amusement.

He wondered if they would reach the couch or the bed for next round.