Prompt: Are you ellana-san on fan fiction net? I have a prompt 👑😛 Effie shaved for Haymitch and Haymitch got sexually excited 😂 (smut smut smut) thank you

Coconut & Red Shorts

The novel had Haymitch riveted. He read as fast as he could, eager to turn the next page, letting out a non-committal grunt every time Effie's voice rose in question. She had been soaking in the bathtub since before he had hauled his ass up to bed – and that had been more than half an hour earlier – and ever since she had heard him settling down in the bedroom – asking if it was him, as if random strangers were in the habit of sleeping in their bed – she had been chatting about everything and nothing.

It didn't really disturb his reading. He had long developed the gift of tuning her voice out if he needed to. He simply let out a grunt when it looked like she was expecting an answer. He didn't think he had her fooled into thinking he was following whatever conversation she was having but he also didn't think she minded too much – if she had, she would have ranted about it and made sure he was aware of it.

The rumble of the bathtub emptying itself made him glance at the half-opened bathroom's door but she didn't appear just yet so he went back to his book. It was a thriller and, for once, he had no clue who the murderer was. And he wanted to know. There was nothing he didn't like more than a good puzzle.

He had swallowed two more chapters when she finally walked into the bedroom, hair pinned high on the top of her head in a neat bun. She was wearing her red silky shorts and one of his flannel shirts. The view was good but not enough to distract him from the fictive murders.

"I knew you were not listening." she accused, more amused than angry, as she disappeared in the corridor.

He had already locked the doors and made sure all the windows were secured everywhere – it wasn't really cold for late fall in Twelve but the wind tended to pick up violently now and then, other houses had suffered damages, plus they both tended to be a little paranoid about possible intruders – but he let her go anyway, engrossed in his novel.

She came back eventually, struggling to switch the lights off in the corridor with the two steaming mugs in her hands, forced to push the bedroom's door closed with her hip because he didn't get up to help. He saw her briefly pursing her lips in the corner of his eyes but it didn't quite register, it was gone by the time she placed one of the mugs on his nightstand.

"It must be very good." she hummed.

He let out another distracted grunt, catching a drift of coconut. He wasn't certain at first. It wasn't until she crawled over him to get to her side of the bed that he was really sure.

"You shaved." he commented, grabbing her ankle before she could get away from him. He ran his palm up her calf and to the back of her thigh… The smell of coconut was almost overwhelming and he tossed the book on the floor without even bothering to mark the page.

She stretched to place her own mug on her nightstand without spilling any and then looked at him over her shoulder.

It really wasn't a bad view from where he was standing. He loved her ass. And in those red shimmering shorts…

"How can you possibly know that?" she asked, amusement dancing in her eyes.

He grabbed her thighs and tugged, kicking the covers and blankets off with his foot, maneuvering to get her on her back. She laughed when he pulled the shorts off.

"You put coconut cream." he answered, licking his lips. "That's for when you shave."

Truth be told, he didn't really care about the shaving part. He had told her times and times again he didn't care. She tended to obsess over it since the war and her capture. She kept herself groomed with something that bordered on fixation. Hairs, no hairs… He didn't mind.

But he loved it when she smelt and tasted like coconut.

He nudged her legs apart and she let him do what he wanted willingly, tossing her head back when he started dropping kisses from her ankle to her inner thigh. He took his sweet time… He kissed, he licked and he nipped at the tender skin…

She was already panting when he finally buried his head between her legs. He loved the combined taste of coconut and of her even more. He also loved it when she climaxed on his tongue.

"I just took an hour long bath…" she lamented when she came down from her high. "I was all clean and ready for bed, Haymitch…"

"Shouldn't take the coconut stuff out if you don't want me to fuck you, sweetheart." he snorted, crawling up the bed to cover her body, seeking her lips for a burning kiss.

Tasting herself was always a turn-on to her and she moaned in his mouth. Her kissing turned aggressive. She propped herself on her elbow when he drew back for air, refusing to let him go. They ended up with him kneeling between her spread legs, she sit up to chase after him. Her teeth bit down on his bottom lip and tugged. He groaned and she chuckled, sneaking a hand in his sweatpants. Between her deft fingers and the dirty kissing, it didn't take her long to coax him into full hardness.

He shoved his sweatpants down to free himself and she flashed him one of her sassiest grins before turning around, on all four.

The sight drove him mad with lust.

It always did.

Particularly when she was wearing his shirt.

He kneaded her ass just because he could, dropping a few kisses on the small of her back…

"Enough foreplay, Haymitch." she growled, jutting her hips back in an explicit demand.

He bit down on her right cheek as a rebuke but that plan backfired because it made her moan. And that made him awfully horny.

He grabbed her hip with his left hand, using his free one to guide himself to her entrance… He slammed home in one powerful thrust. She arched her back and whimpered in bliss, which only urged him on. It was wild and rough and it didn't really take long for her to climax again or for him to follow right after.

They laid on their back afterwards, trying to catch their breath. He entwined their fingers and brought her hand to his lips. It made her chuckle and she turned her head to press a kiss of her own on his shoulder.

"I had no idea you loved coconut that much." she hummed. "I shall remember."

"Coconut and red shorts are a sure way for you to get laid, Princess." he snorted, wriggling out of his sweatpants. He liked sleeping naked better anyway. He only humored her with pants because she claimed he would catch a cold in that weather – she also forced him to wear a shirt to bed in winter, which he hated, and he felt it was unfair because she could never be convinced to sleep in pants, it was either a nightgown or shorts but never clothes with actual legs. He pulled the covers and blankets back up because there was a chill in the air. The bed was utterly destroyed but he wasn't going to make it again so they would have to make do.

She patted her pillow and settled down before reaching for the mug of tea that wasn't steaming anymore.

"It is not even cold." she chuckled.

"You're complaining it was too quick?" he challenged, eyebrows lifted as he grabbed his own mug. A sip revealed it was lukewarm and not spiked, two things he didn't like with tea, but it was green when hers was strawberries and the fact that she had made an effort to bring him his favorite prompted him to drink it anyway.

"Perhaps." she teased. He knew she was joking, her eyes were sparkling and she nudged him with her foot to soften the blow. "I think you should try again later and see if you can make it last longer."

"Oh, sweetheart… I can make it last the night." he bragged.

The entire night was ambitious but he could give her a few more orgasms. Their record was five in a row but the fifth one had really been pushing it and she had been on the verge of sobbing by that time. She had loved it – or so she had claimed – but it had been too much and definitely not something she wanted on an everyday basis.

"I thought your book was mesmerizing." she observed, taking a sip of her tea. "Don't you want to go back to your reading?"

"You're chickening out?" he mocked, suspecting she had known all along coconut cream and red shorts would catch his attention. He was ready to bet everything he owned that she had simply wanted to check that he was more attracted to her than to his novel. The satisfied grin on her lips was clue enough.

"Finish your book." she granted, magnanimous. "If I am not asleep by then, we will see."

She hooked her leg over his, once he had settled back with his novel, propping a fashion magazine against her other thigh to read while sipping her tea.

She switched off the lamp on her nightstand and snuggled against his side long before he was done. He automatically wrapped an arm around her, coiling his hand around her nape in a possessive manner he had never outgrown.

"'Night, sweetheart." he mumbled.

"Goodnight, darling." she whispered back, dropping a light kiss against his skin.

It made him smirk.

He used to hate going to bed so much before she moved in…

But now…

Now it might just be the best part of his day.