Prompt for Hads :hayffie always going at it but haymich never goes down, effie was curious why and asks Haymitch is embarrassed to tell her he never went down on a girl before and they go from there

A Special Reward

Haymitch watched the silver parachute float down on the penthouse's big screen, glancing at their tribute monitor from time to time. Once the girl had the bottle of water in hands and had gulped several mouthfuls, he finally relaxed. The fifteen year old girl had lasted two days so far. It had been a while since Twelve had still be in the competition at that point.

"We finally have a shot." Effie declared with a happy sort of sigh.

"She's been lucky so far." he tempered, watching as the feed switched to the Career group huddling around a campfire for the night. "Lucky hardly ever wins the Games."

"It does sometimes." she argued, stretching her arms high over her head. Something audibly popped in her back and he gave her a quick glance over. It had been a couple of days and they hadn't gotten many hours of sleep or proper meals. Her blue eyes were still on the screen. "One sponsor lures the next." She checked her watch and then winced. "It is too late to join any party without looking desperate but tomorrow morning I will arrange for lunch with a few people."

"Fine with me." he mumbled, muting the TV. At her small frown, he shrugged. "Don't think anything's gonna happen tonight. Caesar's tying up for the day." Gamemakers usually gave some hints and warning to the public when they set off traps at night, so nobody missed it. All was quiet for now. And both of them could use the time off. "Good job with the sponsor today."

She toed off her heels with a theatrical sigh. "The sacrifices I make for Twelve."

He snorted. "So bad?"

She had spent two hours negotiating with a famous stylist that afternoon, leaving him to stand next to her and watch as she spun her web. In the end, the woman had agreed to give them money if Effie wore her shoes for the next six months. In his opinion, it was an easy bargain but Effie had been wincing ever since he had signed the deal.

"The brand can certainly us the boost." she groaned, glancing at the boxes that had been delivered earlier. She had opened one, had inspected one of the high heels and had winced even deeper. "Those shoes are uncomfortable and ugly."

But Effie Trinket wearing them would launch a trend.

Truly, that stylist had bought them a bottle of water but would make a fortune out of it.

He placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing once. Not that he was comforting her because she would have to wear ugly shoes – she always wore ugly shoes, he didn't see the difference. "You did good."

"Of course, I did." she huffed, jutting her chin in the air. "I am the best." She covered his hand with hers and guided it higher on her leg. "Still, I do think I deserve some kind of reward. Don't you?"

That was asked with an innocent pout and batting fake eyelashes.

He smirked, inching his fingers under her dress but not doing much more than brushing his fingertips against her inner thigh. "You want sex, you could just ask for it, sweetheart."

The pout became more genuine. "How tasteless."

"Yeah?" he snorted, leaning in to press a line of kisses against the side of her neck. He let his tongue poke at her skin, rejoicing in her little gasps. He sucked her earlobe in his mouth, his tongue toying with the silver earring she had on. "You tell me or you don't get it."

"Is that so?" she challenged, a little breathless.

Before he could tell her that, yeah, it was how he felt like playing it that night, she had pushed him away and tossed a leg over his lap. His hands shot to her waist and he let his head fall against the back of the couch as she grinded herself on him with a devilish grin.

"My reward. My rules." she declared.

He ran his hands from her waist to her knees a few times, itching her dress up. It wasn't his favorite way to do this but… "Fair enough."

Her smile could have lit up the whole Capitol for a month and it was worth the brief lack of control. She propped her elbows on the back of the couch and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was dirty and the way she was rolling her hips… He felt around her back, groaning in triumph against her lips when he found the zipper. He was only happy once the dress was bundled around her waist. He fumbled with the clasp of her bra for a moment and quickly tossed the piece of fabric away once it came loose. He let his mouth travel down her jaw, her collarbone and breathed a sigh of contentment once he reached her breasts.

The noises she made…

He barely noticed she had opened his shirt but he did notice when she drew back.

"Too many clothes." she mumbled, standing up long enough to shimmy out of her dress and slide off her panties. He took the opportunity to get rid of his own clothes, kicking shoes, pants and socks in a practiced movement. He opened her arms and she sat back down on his lap.

The kisses grew more desperate. He kneaded her breasts, hips sometimes jerking up when she pressed down…

Her mouth roamed on his neck, her hands were stroking his sides…

She was holding back a little though, he could feel it. They had been having sex for so long he knew her by heart.

"What's wrong?" he asked, abandoning one breast to sneak a hand between her legs.

She moaned and rested her head against his, her nails digging in his sides. "I want you to do something to me."

He chuckled against her neck, nibbling only to lick the abused patch of skin. "Shoot."

She was never shy about asking in bed and he kind of loved that.

"Eat me out." she whispered, an edge in her voice.

He tensed. "Eat you out?"

"I know you do not like me to top. It is alright if it stems from the same problem and you do not want to…" She hurried in saying, clearly having thought hard about this before. "But you never spontaneously did and… I do love oral, Haymitch. I really, really do and…"

"Fine. Fine. Hold your horses." he grumbled, lifting her up by the waist and placing her on the couch next to him. She lied down and spread her legs without shame, hooking one knee over the back of the couch and putting her other foot on the floor. It was a very, very nice view. His throbbing erection certainly seemed to think so too. "You're sure you don't want me to fuck you?"

Her eyes shot down and she licked her lips. "Oh, I want to. After. I want my reward now."

He brushed his hands up and down her inner thighs.

Purely to waste time.

Effie watched him for a moment and then shifted awkwardly. "If you do not want to, just say so. There is no right or wrong here."

He hated it when she talked about sex like she was a great expert – even if she probably was, she might be younger but she was certainly the most experienced.

"Ain't that." he muttered, scooting down to press a few kisses against her inner thighs.

"What is it then?" she asked, closing her eyes and sucking in a breath when he nuzzled her between the legs. He relaxed a little at her reaction. She wasn't incoherent enough not to stop talking though. "Aside from the fact you clearly adore my breasts."

"Never really… Never really done that before." he admitted, giving her a tentative lick.

"Oh." she breathed out and he could almost hear the clog turning in her head. How he wouldn't have bothered for one night stands and how she had never asked him for it before… "Alright. Do you need directions?"

He rolled his eyes, biting on her inner thigh in retribution. "Don't think I need you to draw me a map, no."

Still, he followed instructions when she gave them, amused by the way she tangled her fingers in his hair and directed him to where she wanted him. Pleasuring her like that was fun but by the time she came, he was ready to explode. He barely managed two thrusts before he came.

He let her snuggle against his side. It wasn't cuddling. Not really. It was just… They were sweaty and naked and too tired to move. It was too keep warm.

"Do you think it is alright for us to sleep?" she whispered, rubbing her nose against his shoulder in a teasing way. "What if something happens?"

He glanced at the TV where a host who wasn't Caesar was busy recapping the day's events. Caesar's absence, more than anything, told him they were good for a few hours.

"Don't get too hopeful, Princess." he warned her.

He didn't believe they had a real shot.