Prompt : What about a moment where Haymitch touches Effie under the table like in the gif you reblogged and he get caught? Could that work for a prompt?

Animal

Haymitch enjoyed Portia's and Cinna's company and, obviously, he also liked the kids' but after weeks on the road in that train, he was bored with the discussions they all always had at dinner. It was always small talks because nothing serious could be said in front of Katniss and Peeta and they always ended up talking about the same things.

Effie was good at being the perfect hostess and she could talk even though she had nothing to say. It was a gift of hers.

He had long learned to tune the sound of her voice out. That was a gift of his.

Being bored though… It wasn't something he enjoyed.

He amused himself by watching Effie for a while. He liked the dress she was wearing – he liked her outfits more now that Portia was in charge of her wardrobe – it suited her figure. His eyes lingered on her throat for a while, trying to guess at the shape of the love bite he knew was hidden underneath a good dose of white powder. She had been so furious that morning…

That spark of madness in her eyes…

He loved it when she was like that. All bright eyes and cheeks reddened in anger.

She was regaling her audience with tales from her modeling days, her left hand waving in the air to illustrate her point, her right one holding her glass of wine. He was staring and she didn't like that, he could tell. Well… She pretended she didn't like it. The way she tilted her head to the side, exposing her throat a little more to his hungry gaze, told him more than the short glare she shot him when Cinna took his turn sharing anecdotes about models.

He slumped a little more in his chair. Nobody paid him any attention, they were used to his peculiar behavior.

When he placed his hand on her thigh, Effie tossed him a warning look.

He ignored it.

He let his fingers travel along the hem of her dress, back and forth, and then slowly pushed the light fabric up. His palm slid to her inner thigh and she clenched her legs tight together. He simply waited, brushing the tips of his fingers against her skin. After a few seconds, she surrendered and opened her legs.

"Effie?" Cinna called and Haymitch smirked when she blinked several times.

"My apologies." she said. "What did you say?"

She was good at keeping her composure. It was almost maddening, how good. She managed to keep up her end of the conversation while he teased her, sometimes touching the lacy fabric of her underwear only to come back to her thigh when her breath started to catch in her throat.

She would kill him later. And it would probably be long and painful. The mere thought of the tortures she would invent made him feel a little tight in his pants.

At long last, he slipped his fingers under the lace of her panties and he thought she would choke on her mouthful of cake.

"Are you alright, dear?" Portia hummed, her twinkling eyes darting from Effie to Haymitch with a knowing smile. "You look a bit… flustered."

"Flustered?" Effie repeated without missing a beat. "Not at all. It is a bit hot in here though, don't you think?"

"Hot?" Katniss snorted. "It's winter."

"Maybe we should retreat to the living-room." Portia suggested. "Didn't you have something to discuss with Haymitch, Effie? You can join us when you are done."

Effie opened her mouth to protest but Cinna was already talking about starting a card game and soon enough they were left alone with a departing wink on Portia's part.

"Why so flushed, sweetheart?" Haymitch mocked, taking his hand off her leg to take a sip of his wine. "You look like you've been up to… improper things. Not really ladylike, that…"

She pursed her mouth, narrowed her eyes at him and tilted her head to the side. She looked murderous and it didn't help his boner at all.

"You are an animal." she accused him slowly. It was almost a growl and it shot straight to his groin. He tugged on her chair so she would face him and dropped to his knees in front of her, lifting up her dress and burrowing his face between her thighs. She gasped. "Haymitch!"

Animal, she liked to call him.

Well.

He certainly liked to act like one when she was concerned.