Prompt: I stumbled across the same line. Could you write about them having sex on a hovercraft? I'd like to prompt that. Thank you :)

Relaxing Methods

Effie was terrified.

She supposed she was doing a good job of hiding it and projecting a calm and collected appearance but she was, in truth, terrified. Not only were they flying across Panem when the country was a war zone and there were good chances they would be blown out of the sky if word came back to the enemy the rebels' President was on board of the hovercraft but they hadn't heard from the Star Squad yet.

It had been more than forty-eight hours now and she couldn't focus on the battle plans Coin and her chief advisors were discussing because she was too busy worrying about where her victors were. Was Katniss alright? Had Peeta tried to kill her again? Did Finnick have an inkling he was going to be a father or would it come as a shock to hear it? Was Finnick even alright? She wouldn't have put it past Four's victor to do something stupidly heroic and then what would become of Annie? And Katniss… Did she know Prim had been assigned to a medical field unit? Effie had protested when the girl had told her, had claimed it was too dangerous and that she better help out in Thirteen where she would be safe… And Peeta… Poor precious Peeta… She was worrying about him most because he was the foe amongst allies and she wasn't certain the rest of the Squad would protect him like he deserved to be protected…

She was still raging about the decision to send Peeta to the Capitol. Haymitch had been incensed when he had told her but nothing he had said or done had changed the President's mind. Neither of them had actually said it out loud but they both knew it was the last straw. It was too obvious a play. Coin wanted Katniss out of the chessboard and that was happening over their dead bodies… Something would need to be done but first…

"Effie." Plutarch's voice was a touch irritated and she supposed it wasn't the first time he had called her name. She took the piece of paper he handed her, checked it and quickly delivered the memo to the hovercraft's pilot as instructed.

The hovercraft was bigger than the standard ones they sent to battle and it reassured her a little because it felt like a flying fortress. It didn't do much to assuage the fear gnawing at her guts though.

She tried to get a grip because she was useless like this but she couldn't get past the fog in her mind, she couldn't ignore the overwhelming fear, the deep dread that something was about to go horribly wrong…

She caught sight of Haymitch disappearing in the restroom when she turned the corner of a twisting corridor and instead of heading back to the temporary Command center, she glanced left and right and, after assessing nobody was around, she quickly headed there and knocked on the locked door.

"One second." his familiar voice grumbled from inside.

"It's me." she answered. "Open the door."

There was a moment of silence inside and then a snort. "Wanna watch me piss now? Weren't too keen on it back in Thirteen…"

She pursed her lips and looked around once more to make sure nobody would walk on them. They had mostly shared her compartment in Thirteen even though he had officially been rooming with Plutarch. The fact that she had never been assigned a roommate, she was sure, was due to the fact it suited the Head Gamemaker perfectly to get rid of Haymitch most of the time. And, to be fair, Haymitch wasn't the easiest person to live with. He made a mess of the most organized room and he had no concept of personal space. Sharing the tiny bathroom had been a trial, mostly because he didn't see why he couldn't relieve himself while she was already in there brushing her teeth.

As if that was a sight she wanted to see first thing in the morning.

It had taken a lot of training for him to finally understand some mysteries should remain mysteries between a man and a woman.

"Please." she sighed.

She heard the telling noises of a zip and the clinking of his belt buckle before the toilet was flushed. Then the lock turned and she forced her way inside before he could come out.

"Wash your hands." she ordered while she turned the lock back on.

His eyebrows shot up but he obediently washed his hands at the small sink in the corner. "What's wrong?"

"I am scared." she confessed plainly, looking around the small room, trying to estimate how much space they had to work with. She decided they had done more with less and she cornered him against the sink, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him without giving him a choice in the matter but his response was too slow for her taste. She didn't want slow comforting kisses or gentle hands running up and down her back. She wanted bruising mouths devouring each other and fingers digging into flesh. "Haymitch." she begged "I need you. Please."

He hesitated but only for a second. Next moment he had her pinned to the door and he was kissing her exactly like she wanted him too. With the passion that had made them crash and burn for years. With the reckless abandon that had often pushed them to risk it all and have sex in crowded mansions. With the impatience that had made it impossible for them to reach a bed for close to a decade.

The uniforms weren't practical at all and they struggled to free the important parts all the while groping a feel over the fabric. He didn't try to free her breasts and she didn't try to take off her pants all the way. She got rid of one leg and wrap it around his waist, waiting for him to push his pants down to his ankles.

It wasn't the most romantic and it wasn't the best sex they would ever have but they had never been really romantic anyway and they had become very adept at making the most of rushed sex.

He worked her up like only he could and, by the time she came with his name muffled against his neck, she had forgotten she was scared. She wasn't sure how long it would last but she clung to him hard as his hips rocked against hers, seeking his own release.

He came with a grunt and pressed his forehead against the metal door at her back, his hands clenching under her thighs. He didn't help her down at once and she was happy to let the moment go on a little while longer.

Eventually, she felt his lips brush against the side of her neck in a soft kiss and she knew the moment was at an end. Outside, the war was raging on and the stolen minutes in that restroom could mean one of their friends' death.

"Can't promise everything will turn out alright, sweetheart…" he whispered under her jaw. "But I can promise… Whatever happens next… We face it together, yeah?"

It was a bit uncertain and she almost scoffed at him because, really, was there even any doubt left of that? But she saw the tentative offer for what it was: a rare show of vulnerability, of feelings, of his own fears, and so she simply tightened her embrace.

"Of course." she swore right back. "We are a team."

"That we are, Princess." He smirked, pressing one last kiss against her neck. "Come on, let's get clean up."

It took them a couple of minutes to be ready to go. She gave him a five minutes head start but when she walked back into Command, Coin's eyes tracked her progress and she had the sinking feeling the woman knew perfectly well what they had been up to. She hated the calculating gaze the President had been tossing her lately.

She was a little too sure of what that meant. At some point soon, Coin would try to use her to manipulate Haymitch, either as a bargaining chip or as a pressure point. And it would kill Haymitch because he had opened up during the last couple of months, safe from the Capitol's particular brand of controlling methods… They would be right back where they had started. With his loved ones in danger and her amongst them.

But one day at a time, she reminded herself.

First, they would find a way to save the children and then they would deal with the rebels President.