Prompt, if you had the time I would love it. 5 times that Haymitch fuck eyed Effie and one time she did (i would love that the time she did it was the day after they make love for the first time, not just sex or fucking).
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5 Times Haymitch Watched Effie and 1 Time She Did
1
Haymitch was less drunk now that he had been when Undersee had introduced him to the new escort. He had lived through the Reaping in a blissfully drunk daze but now that they were on the train, in the living-room car, the buzz was fading and he was slowly but surely becoming more aware of his surroundings. And of the people surrounding him.
He tried not to look at the two kids who, he could already tell, wouldn't last long.
He also tried not to listen to the cheerful high-pitched prattle of the last doll they had stranded him with.
He hadn't really paid much attention to her before but now… Now she was pacing the length of the car, excitedly babbling about how wonderful it would be for the kids once they would win, and it was really hard to ignore both how irritating she was and how fine a figure she possessed.
She did look good. The short skirt she was wearing showed off her legs and those were very fine legs indeed. Her waist was small and so were her breasts but both might be attributed to the corset he was sure she was wearing. Her neck was slender though and elegant. The wig and the make-up were atrocious of course but that was something you learned to ignore when you wanted to fuck a Capitol.
Her eyes, he realized when her gaze caught his, were very blue.
She wouldn't have been the first escort he slept with, far from it. He and Chaff had a bet going on about that… But she might have been the first one in a long time he actually wanted.
It must have been plain on his face because she actually blushed a little, cleared her throat, patted her wig and then turned around to pace some more, actively avoiding his eyes.
Oh, he mused, this was going to be fun…
2
It was their fifth fight.
In two days.
She had been his escort for one year only and sometimes it seemed like all they did was fight. She was in his space, her chin stubbornly tilted up because she wasn't as tall as he was even with her heels, her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed at him with fury…
He wasn't sure at which point his anger had turned to lust – and he would probably have denied it – but suddenly he was staring at her in a way that was less wrath and more… He refused to call it passion. Passion was a term better left to those ridiculous paperbacks with shirtless men and pink covers she thought he didn't know about.
Her breathing sped up and she licked her lips…
He stormed off before they could do something they would both regret.
3
The room was crowded with Gamemakers, escorts and victors. Haymitch hated the red carpet ceremony before the Parade. It was a waste of time and it was boring.
Still, there was champagne and that was better than nothing.
Chaff was telling him all about his latest attempt at making some sort of moonshine but Haymitch's attention was caught by a short white lacy dress that left very little to the imagination. He was so busy staring at what the dress didn't quite hide that he didn't immediately realize the woman was glaring at him.
Of course, he wasn't entirely surprised to find out the owner of the dress was his own escort.
She glared and he lifted an eyebrow, making sure his own gaze left no room to speculate about what he was thinking about at that moment. Her glare hardened, she huffed and turned away.
Next to him, Chaff rolled his eyes and bumped his arm with his stump. "Just fuck her already, buddy. That dance's getting old."
4
Haymitch was annoyed and not just because of the woman who was practically hanging from his neck.
He usually knew better than accepting to dance with sponsors but that one had looked good enough to eat – wig and make-up notwithstanding – and Chaff had needed a wing man to score her friend. He would sleep with her, he had decided, and he would probably really enjoy himself even.
The problem was that he was dancing with an attractive woman in plain sight and his escort, whose eyes he had absolutely not been trying to catch, wasn't even looking in his direction.
She was laughing with Seneca Crane, touching his arm every two seconds, and looking extremely pleased when he passed an arm around her shoulders to bring her close to his side while they talked with other Capitols who seemed around their age. Friends maybe.
The way the Gamemaker was holding her seemed too friendly and he wondered…
Finally, her blue eyes caught his.
He smirked and let his hands wander south on the woman's body, picturing her instead of that sponsor. Did she know? She averted her eyes and took an aggressive sip of champagne before whispering something in Crane's ear.
The next minute, the Gamemaker was steering her away. He lost sight of her in the crowd.
He hated her.
5
Haymitch was panting from anger and the penthouse's living-room was deadly silent now that his glass had crashed against the wall and exploded in a hundred fragments.
"You're going too far." he warned.
Mentioning his Games was out of bounds and she should have known better. She really should have. She had been with Twelve three years now. She should have…
"Why? Because I tell the truth?" she scoffed, lifting her chin in challenge. "You are a coward, a jerk who does not remember what it feels like to act like a man."
He could have killed her right then. He could have. It was either kill her or…
He licked his lips, eyeing her from toes to head. "Sweetheart, keep pushing and you're gonna see me act like a man…"
She sneered and glared. "You are disgusting."
And yet she didn't try to stop him when he grabbed her neck and kissed her.
6
He was slouched on a chair at the table Chaff had grabbed earlier, in the corner of the room, where people would mostly leave them alone. There were younger and more popular victors to chase after all. The glass of whiskey was tepid in his hand but he was in no rush to down it. His body felt relaxed in a way that had to do with a really good fuck and he felt…
Well…
Sleeping with Trinket had been a mistake. But it had also been a long time in coming and he was sort of hoping that now that it was out of their system they would never feel the urge to do it again.
Which was probably an empty wish as Trinket demonstrated right then by meeting his eyes over the crowded room. The intensity in her blue eyes… The fact that he knew she was wearing a long dress to hide the bruises his fingers had left on her thighs… He could still feel the faint sting of the scratches she had opened on his back…
That look she gave him…
It was enough to get him hard.
He crossed his legs and hoped Chaff wouldn't notice.
That wasn't happening again.
Not if he could help it.
He had a feeling she would ruin him.