Prompt: Effie forgets to shave and haymitch finds out shes a natural blond and effie is a bit embarrassed

Of Wake-up Calls, Razors & Yoghurt

There were a lot of ways Haymitch hated to wake up in the mornings.

He hated being woken up by the sun flowing through the windows. He hated being woken up by his escort's shrill voice shouting from somewhere in the penthouse that he was late – which usually came right before the curtains were drawn and the sunlight poured in. He hated being woken up by the alarm clock.

In general, he hated being woken up full point because he didn't sleep a lot at night and most of the rest he managed to get happened in the early morning when it wasn't so dark he couldn't breathe.

One way he really didn't mind being woken up though, was to his escort's mouth around his dick.

There was no sun and no alarm clock in Thirteen, just a piercing siren at six a.m. to alert the District to a brand new day. He wasn't sure that was a much better way to start the morning.

But Effie's lips around his head, her tongue licking the throbbing vein on his length…

He woke up to bliss and tangled his fingers in her messy blond hair with a groan of pleasure. That was why he preferred crashing in her compartment rather than go back to the one he shared with Plutarch. Effie was better company.

"Fuck…" he breathed out. "So good, sweetheart…"

He could feel her grin against his inner thigh when she let him bob out of her mouth, her tongue inventing new tortures to keep him on his toes.

The six a.m. siren rang but Haymitch couldn't be bothered to care.

The rebels had taken all his coping mechanisms away from him: his booze, his knife… But this, they couldn't take away. Effie was his last rampart against the darkness lurking at the corners of his mind and he would cling to her as long as possible – or, rather, he would let her cling to him because she was doing an exceptional job of that.

He let out another groan when her teeth scraped his length and he finally opened his eyes to look at her, understanding the rebuke for what it was. She wanted him to watch. She liked when he watched while she blew him. It made her feel hot and it was part of the fun.

And she was hot.

So fucking hot it shouldn't have been allowed and it made him wonder what he had done to deserve her.

His grip tightened on her hair and she hummed around him in warning, her nails digging hard in the flesh of his thighs. Reluctantly, he let go of her to bundle the sheets in his fists. The message was clear to him. She was in charge.

Only her, he thought feverishly. She was the only one he would have allowed that much control over him. It frightened him sometimes how much control he was willing to give her. It had been gradual and he hadn't seen it coming but now… Now he would have let her do anything she wanted with him.

She sucked him harder suddenly, taking him deeper, and he couldn't stop his hips from jerking, closing his eyes tight. What escaped his lips next was between a curse and a moan. He felt her chuckling around him, knew she was on a quest to tear a vocal response out of him… The vibration of her laughter added to the thing she was doing though…

"Effie…" he warned, out of breath.

She squeezed his thighs once to let him know it was fine and kept on torturing him… He let out a long groan when he came, unable to stop his hips from violently rocking even though he hit the back of her throat hard. She didn't stop sucking him until he was completely spent. When he sunk against the battered pillow with a content sigh, she planted an insolent kiss on his limp penis and moved up to settle between his legs, her hard nipples pressed against his chest. The next kiss was on his lips and he responded to it eagerly, pushing his tongue in her mouth. He used to be disturbed by his own taste but he had long grown used to it by now.

"Good morning." she grinned.

"Far too cocky." he grumbled, stealing a long peck before rolling on her, making her shriek in surprise. "My turn."

He could hear his beard scrap against her delicate skin and he knew she would most likely have stubble burns later. The thought was a nice one. He liked marking her body when he could get away with it. Hickeys, finger-shaped bruises on her hip, teeth marks… It matched the scratches and bruises she left on him.

He started by nipping at that spot under her jaw that immediately had her arching her back, pushing her breast in his open hand. Unlike him, she was never shy about noises and, before long, he had her panting and moaning. He took his mouth and hands away from her breasts and moved down her stomach, grabbing her under the thighs and spreading them in a quick move that had her making a small sound of surprise again.

"Up." he ordered, snatching the pillow to wedge it under her ass. She obediently lifted her hips, watching him attentively, her white teeth digging hard in her bottom lip. He held her gaze when he pressed his mouth to the inside of her knee. "Play with your breasts."

He didn't need to tell her twice, she immediately started toying with herself. It was such a nice view he forgot his intended target for a moment but her pout and a little bump of her knee against his shoulder were a fast reminder. He moved his mouth down, his grey eyes riveted to her hands, smirking when he saw her fingers accidentally clenching her breasts when he finally kissed her where she was aching for him.

It took him a few seconds to register the small change and at least a good minute to figure out why it felt different. He brushed his hand against her mound to confirm his theory, prompting her to arch her back and wriggle hard on the bed. Curious, he drew back a little, slipping his fingers inside her to keep her distracted. He stroke her with his thumb, pressing his lips against the usually smooth skin. It was rougher than usual against his lips, slightly scratchy. He poked at it with his tongue, fascinated by the new sensation.

He had mostly been with Capitol women and Capitol women were always completely bare down there. Effie kept herself religiously groomed. He'd never seen a hair on her body before.

Thirteen didn't exactly have beauty salons though.

She came with a sharp cry that could probably be heard two compartments down and would warrant them dark looks and muttered embarrassed remarks later. He didn't stop rubbing his mouth against her though, once he was sure she had had her pleasure, he slipped his fingers out of her to brush his fingertips against her skin. It wasn't exactly stubble, it was lighter than that, not even peach fuzz. Although it would be really soon and he wondered what she would look like with hair down there, wondered if he would like it… He ran his other hand over her calf, found the same less smooth quality than usual…

He decided he didn't mind much as long as he was allowed to play with her.

Hair, no hair… District women hardly ever shaved, there was no time for those sorts of considerations and, as barbaric as it could seem, hair kept you warmer in winter.

"What has you so mesmerized down there?" she hummed, still a bit foggy from her orgasm.

He looked up at her, smiling despite himself because she looked so good he could have eaten her if he hadn't already done so. Her blond hair was all over the place, there was a dazed expression on her face and her blue eyes were bright. She looked thoroughly fucked and impossibly attractive.

He pulled the pillow from under her, gave it a glance and then tossed it on the floor because it would need to be washed before they could use it again. He covered her with his body, seeking her mouth. Her thighs bracketed his hips even as he propped himself on his elbow not to crush her too much, his free hand brushing her hair back a little. He toyed with the strands, coiling a curl around his finger only to let it bounce free.

"Just wondering if you've got red hair everywhere." he teased. And just picturing it was enough to make his mouth water. No, he mused, he wouldn't mind her unshaved at all. Maybe not all the time because he did like her smooth and bare for him but sometimes… He wouldn't mind.

"I do not have red hair." she rebuked, pushing against his chest as a punishment. Rather useless. It didn't make him move one inch. "I told you time and time again, this particular color is called…"

"Strawberry blonde." he finished for her because he had heard that tune a thousand times and he mostly kept on calling her hair red to annoy her. It was blond but it also had red hues.

"Exactly." she huffed. "Why do you insist on… What do you mean everywhere?" Her face was stricken suddenly and he felt her hand leave his shoulder blade to run on her own thigh. "Oh dear…" She turned crimson and there was nothing playful to the way she tried to push him off this time. "Get off me."

"Calm down." he grumbled, refusing to be shrugged off. "It's fine."

"Fine?" she repeated in a mortified whisper. "It is anything but fine! I am all… I am all… I am hairy!"

He snorted at that because trust her to be overdramatic about something that wasn't even real fuzz. "You really think I mind?"

He abandoned her hair to run his hand down her side and up her thigh before bowing to nuzzle her breasts. He barely bothered washing up when she wasn't around to berate him about his hygiene – but when she was around he made an effort if only because he knew he wouldn't allowed to touch her until she was sure he was safe to play with.

"I suppose not." she admitted after a moment. He felt her relax underneath him. "I suppose I am lucky your upbringing makes you more indulgent than Capitols would be in that regard. Still…" She sighed and brushed her fingertips up and down his nape. "It is not very glamorous. It is all this District's fault! Cavemen. Personal grooming is far on their list of priorities. Where am I supposed to get a wax job?" She pouted. "I want to be sexy for you."

"You're always sexy." he shrugged, tugging her leg higher over his hip and drawing back to look at her. Their bodies were perfectly aligned now and the sensation of her core against him… "I'd show you just how sexy I find you but Plutarch's probably gonna hunt me down right down to your bed to drag me to Command before I can get it up again." He reluctantly angled his hips away from her before his treacherous twitching penis could convince him to try. She still looked embarrassed so he pressed a kiss against her lips. "Don't go and twist your brain worrying about it, yeah? I really don't mind, Princess. Promise."

All the more so after that kind of wake up call.

"May I borrow your razor?" she asked in that sweet tone that meant she was only asking for politeness sake and that she would do whatever she pleased regardless of his answer.

It wasn't like he was using the cheap razor they had given him in the welcoming pack anyway.

"Sure." he granted easily. "Shower?"

Showering together was tricky in the small bathroom but that meant they could have ten continuous minutes of hot water instead of their respective five each.

"Shower." she confirmed. "And then breakfast. You are giving me your yoghurt."

He rolled his eyes and got off her because that went without saying. He didn't think he had even tasted a yoghurt since they had put a foot in this District – not that he minded much because he wasn't a fan – if she was around him and there was a yoghurt on his tray, she would steal it.

But, hey, she woke him with blow jobs, he was happy to trade that for his yoghurt any day.

If it kept her happy, he counted that as a win.