Prompt : Peeta walks in on Effie in her underwear. Kinda like a son walks in on mom getting dressed moment. By the way I love you

Surprise!

Effie stood in front of the full length mirror screwed on the wall of Haymitch's compartment's, the familiar and almost comforting hum of the train engine was a welcomed soundtrack. As long as the train was moving, they didn't have to face whatever was happening in the Districts. She was sick and tired of this Tour. It was supposed to be her great moment of glory but she couldn't wait for the whole thing to end.

As it was, she and Haymitch had been going to bed at impossible hours since the whole thing had started because they had to talk about strategies, review speeches or go over schedules that kept evolving. She was sick and tired of being too exhausted to plainly take advantage of having a man nearby she might or might not have been in an exclusive relationship with.

Hence, the evil plan.

She gave herself another once over and decided it would do more than fine. She was wearing a crimson see-through negligee, that he would simply love, and matching panties with holes in strategic places. Her blond natural curls were tousled in a wild way that made her cringe but that would please him and she had kept the make-up to a bare minimum that made her look good but that wouldn't put him off. She had accentuated the lips though, the dark red lipstick she had used was perfect. She looked absolutely vulgar, completely slutty, and she didn't give it two minutes before he would be on her.

Now, for the rest…

She looked around the room, frowning a little at the mess he always left everywhere, and eventually settled on the bed because it was the most logical option. She pushed the sheets and covers to the foot of the bed and climbed on, trying out a few different seductive poses, before settling on her side, with one hand supporting her head, one leg bent so he would have a very good view of the slit in her panties – and what it wasn't covering – on his way in. The horny pout wasn't a difficult one to force on her lips.

And she waited, hoping he wouldn't be too long, although she had given specific instructions to the train attendant to give him her note ten minutes earlier. Taking into account the fact that he would grumble at least five good minutes at being bossed around by her, he should have been there soon.

And, sure enough, she heard footsteps coming closer and stopping in front of his compartment. It was hard to keep her face set into a casual lustful pout instead of beaming like she really wanted to do – because she knew he would love this and she liked to know he was still attracted to her and unable to resist her charm even though they had been doing this for years.

The knock was odd but she barely had time to frown before the door was pushed open.

There was a second of absolute stillness on both part.

Then two matching cries of horror.

Peeta was all wide eyes and he immediately turned around, his face a deep red that could have rivaled her lipstick. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Effie! I'm so sorry!"

She scrambled to cover herself with the blankets, so embarrassed she didn't even have any reassuring words to offer. Her outfit hid nothing, she wasn't wearing a wig or make-up and… That was beyond embarrassing. So, naturally, she grew angry.

"Really!" she scoffed. "I thought you had more manners than that, Peeta! Couldn't you wait to be granted entrance before coming in. Knocking isn't enough! Truly!"

"It's Haymitch's room!" he protested. "You think he… Oh my god, it's Haymitch's room!" The boy sounded both shocked and horrified and a thousand things in between. "What… You… I'm going to be sick."

The last part was muttered but she heard it all the same.

"Leave the theatrics to Katniss, would you." she chided him, wrapping the covers around her neck so well that she was nothing but a heap of blankets with a head. "You can turn around now."

He didn't.

"Don't take this the wrong way but I never want to look at you ever again." Peeta winced. "You… Oh, god."

"Well, thank you." she huffed. "I know I am a lot older than you but I like to think I am not that horrible to look at."

"You're not, that's the thing." Peeta snapped. "What do you wear that sort of stuff for?! I'm traumatized."

"You shouldn't have come in!" she argued.

"How was I supposed to know you would be here half naked and… I don't want to think about this anymore." he whined. "You're like a mom. This… This is…"

And to complete the awkward moment, that was the moment Haymitch chose to appear in front of Peeta. His grey eyes darted from the boy to Effie and back and he frowned. "What the fuck is going on, here?"

"Don't use that word." Peeta begged, still red as a tomato, before fleeing their presence.

Haymitch watched him go, obviously puzzled, and then came in, firmly closing the door behind him. Effie groaned and flopped down on her back, bringing the blankets over her head and keeping them there even when she felt powerful hands trying to tug them away.

"Care to explain?" Haymitch asked, giving up on attempting to get her out from under the covers.

"I wanted to surprise you." she pouted – for real this time.

It probably came out muffled but he snorted all the same. "And?"

"And Peeta opened the door and he saw…" Her sentence trailed off and she groaned again, now not only feeling embarrassed but guilty. She was responsible for those children. They weren't supposed to know what she liked to do behind closed doors. And as if it wasn't enough that the boy had to see her in her underwear, he had to see her with that set of lingerie. "It is all your fault." she decided.

She didn't need to see to know he was rolling his eyes.

"Sure is." he humored her. A finger poked her in the side and she wriggled under her nest of blanket, trying to escape his attack. "You're naked under there?"

"Worse." she admitted. Naked wouldn't have been as bad. Naked wasn't kinky see-through lingerie with a hole that could only have one purpose. Naked wasn't slutty. Naked didn't imply dirty sex was about to occur. She could also have been naked and not… exposed. No… That was the worst that could have happened.

She was never walking out of that compartment and she was never coming out from under her heap of blankets. She would remain there for the rest of her life.

She was certainly never facing Peeta again.

"Worse than naked?" he insisted and she couldn't help but detect the touch of interest in his voice.

"I was waiting for you." she snapped. "I was putting on a show. He… He saw everything."

She was expecting a lot of different reactions but not laughter. She hit him as well as she could from under her blankets but he didn't stop.

"Come on…" he chuckled. "First time the kid sees a naked woman and it's you? Now you don't have to worry about him and Katniss sleeping together ever again…"

She pursed her lips in annoyance. "Thank you. I am glad to know you find me repulsive."

"I don't. He does." he countered, still chuckling. "He looks up to you. Fuck, sweetheart, it's like me walking in on a naked Mags or something…" He stopped laughing at once and groaned. "Now, I'm never thinking about that ever again."

"I am not naked. And I wasn't just…" she mumbled. "I was waiting for you."

There was a pause and then he tried to tug the blankets off again. She held on fast to them. She wasn't facing anyone right then.

"Were you touching yourself?" he asked.

"No!" she protested immediately, irritation slipping in her voice. "Of course not!"

"Then it ain't as bad as it could have been, right?" he pointed out.

She considered that for a moment but it didn't bring her much comfort. "I suppose."

"Come on, let me see." he coaxed. "You gotta come out from under there at some point, Princess."

She sighed but poked her head out from under the blankets. He was sitting on the bed next to her and he still looked far too amused. She deeply resented the smirk on his lips.

"I just wanted to surprise you." she lamented. "I am never doing anything nice for you."

He grabbed the blankets and she let him push them back to the foot of the bed. He took in what she was wearing and licked his lips, his eyes darkening with sudden lust.

"It's not that bad." he commented, trailing his hand up her stomach and to her breast to tease an already erected nipple. "Sure, it's see-through but…"

"Haymitch." she cut him off tersely. She spread her legs because showing him would be easier than explaining. She promptly tried to close them again but he grabbed her knee, his gaze riveted on her panties, his breath catching in his throat.

"Kinky." His voice was barely louder than a growl.

"Take your mind out of the gutter." she hissed. "Nothing is happening now. The night is spoiled." And she was disappointed because she had been looking forward to spending some quality time with him. She could have used blowing some steam out of her system. "If you had seen his face…"

"Saw his face from the corridor." he snorted, pressing a kiss against the inside of her knee.

"Haymitch." she warned.

"Stop thinking about it." he grumbled. "Accidents happen. It's fine. He's gonna forget. Will only take ten years or so."

"You are being very calm about this." she declared, wriggling a little because his mouth was running on her inner thigh and she had a very good idea of where it was headed. "You are usually a lot more possessive."

"I'm not." he scoffed because god forbids he actually admitted he didn't like other men looking at her or lusting after her. "But the kid isn't going to jerk off thinking about you anyway. He's probably off somewhere trying to forget right now, so… Ain't going to worry about it." His nose nuzzled the red lace of her panties, blowing his hot breath on parts of her that were so sensitive she arched her neck a little. "I like the surprise."

It was a quiet admission.

And it made her smile.