I would like to read about the 74th hunger games, haymitch and effie make lots of noise during sex and the designers of the district, peeta and katniss listen and the next day talk to them about it, I think it would be hot and funny! I love your stories, you are a great writer ! (I'm using google translate, if I have something spelled wrong, I'm sorry)

Making this vt because I don't think stylists sleep in the apartments

The Pirate's Bounty

Effie was burrowing into the source of warmth at her back before she even properly woke up, letting out a hum of contentment. Haymitch, for all his claims that he disliked sharing a bed, had a tendency to take up all the space and while that was a little annoying, there were advantages to this new habit of his to crash in her room: he tended to wrap around her like an octopus in his sleep. His leg was tossed over hers, her pillow was an arm that was curled around her head and there was a strong hand holding her breast.

She was sticky in unpleasant places and sore all over. Her thighs, her right arm… She sighed softly and glanced at the clock, not surprised to find it was later than planned. Haymitch had a nasty tendency to tinker with her alarm behind her back. She liked to be up and ready early, so that she could keep an eye on everyone and have everything under control. The Tour was bad enough without anything going amiss. But Haymitch – and Cinna and Portia – insisted she was pushing herself too hard and she would collapse well before they reached the Capitol if she went on like this, reviewing schedules and working on speeches until the early hours of morning. They were conspiring behind her back to force her to get more rest.

They weren't due in Six until the next day though and the schedule for the day was light. She had insisted on some dancing lessons for the children because she didn't want to be embarrassed at the ball at the Presidential Mansion but they weren't in any hurry. If she could get Haymitch to actually work with her on the speeches in the afternoon, she might even go to bed at a proper time that night. Why, she might even have time for a manicure before that.

She gently tried to remove the hand from her chest and Haymitch grunted in protest.

"Go back to sleep." he muttered against her hair. "Too early."

"It is well past eight." she argued in a whisper. "Everyone will be up."

There was another groan and then he lifted his leg from her thigh to push it between hers. It became obvious to her, she wasn't the only one who had been enjoying the tight quarters. She giggled despite herself when she felt him poking her and he snorted, kneading the breast she hadn't managed to get out of his grip.

"None of that." she chided, whacking his wrist. He pressed his thigh harder against her core and she couldn't help a small frustrated moan. "I am serious. I need to get out of bed."

"You need to relax." he argued, pressing long kisses on her nape. "I'm all about helping you with that."

"I need to use the bathroom." she protested when he flicked her nipple. "And I need a shower. And I honestly do not think I can take another round right now. Last night was…"

"Fucking good." he smirked, nipping at her nape. "Thought I had died for a moment there."

She chuckled and twisted to plant a kiss on his lips, feeling genuinely happier than she had in weeks. It was silly but the previous night had been rather… athletic and creative and it made her feel young and reckless. She used to feel that way all the time but nowadays…

The kisses grew deeper and they eventually shifted as he rolled on his back and took her with him.

"Not this morning." she insisted between two kisses.

He pouted but eventually shrugged. "Fine."

"You are welcome to join me in the shower though." she grinned.

It took a little more convincing but he eventually let himself get lured out of bed and into the bathroom. Inviting him into the shower or the bathtub with her was the best way to make sure he would wash that day and it was a trick she had long mastered. Even if she sometimes thought he abused it as much as she did.

They fooled around a little in the shower, both of them in an uncharacteristic good mood. She wondered briefly if that was how it could be like if there were no Games and no poisoned berries dangling over their heads. If amazing sex could be enough to make them feel good and bright about the upcoming day. If they could have been just… happy together.

He sneaked out of her room while she finished getting ready. She just hoped he would have the good sense of not getting caught.

She was in such a good mood she couldn't shake a stupid smile off her lips. She was humming a catchy popular song when she made her way to the dining-room car, the last one to join the group for once. Haymitch was already there, as his usual seat, staring at the bottom of his cup of coffee as if it held the answers to every question in the universe. His grey eyes darted up to meet hers and a hint of a smirk briefly floated on his lips.

"Good morning, everyone!" she called out cheerfully, elegantly dropping on her seat at Haymitch's right, barely listening to the greetings she got in return.

Katniss was already sulking for reasons that were her own, Peeta was trying to cheer her up, Cinna was very focused on buttering his toast and Portia had wrapped her hands around her mug of tea and was studying her with a twinkle of mischief in her dark eyes. Effie knew her friend enough to know it meant troubles. She lifted an eyebrow in the other woman's direction but the stylist simply took a long sip of her tea, clearly amused by something she wasn't willing to share yet.

Effie was sure she would learn about it before long so she let the matter drop and poured herself a cup of coffee. By the time she grabbed a toast, Haymitch had placed half of his blueberry muffin on her plate, muttering about it being the last one because Katniss couldn't be trusted around pastries. There were plenty of muffins left but, she saw, no blueberries, so she accepted it with a grateful grin.

He must have thought the night to be as incredible as she did because he also poured her some orange juice without her having to ask. It wasn't like him to be so thoughtful. She discreetly hooked her foot around his ankle, the cup paused for the smallest moment on its way to his mouth but he covered it well.

"Did you have a good night, Effie?" Portia asked, a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Why, yes, I did, thank you." she hummed. "And yourself?"

"We did not get much sleep." her friend explained.

"Really?" she frowned. "You weren't ill, I hope?"

"You didn't hear the noises?" Katniss cut in with a frown of her own.

Effie forced herself not to glance at Haymitch as she assumed an expression of fake puzzlement, too aware that everyone else had stopped talking to follow the discussion. Cinna, like Portia, seemed to have trouble not laughing. Peeta suddenly seemed fascinated with the croissants.

"The noises?" she repeated in a tone of polite interest, quickly but surely taking her foot away from Haymitch's ankle.

"Yeah." the girl confirmed, nodding her head. "It sounded like a wounded animal or something."

"Yes, I do believe that is an accurate description of those strange, strange noises." Portia agreed, obviously fighting to keep her countenance. She turned to Haymitch with a bright smile. "What did you think, Haymitch?"

Haymitch was chewing on a big piece of muffin, which afforded him a few seconds to school his features. "Can't say. I was drunk. Passed out, you know."

"Were you, now…" the stylist hummed. "How peculiar. I could have sworn I heard you call out to Effie at some point…"

"Why would Haymitch be calling out to me in the middle of the night, Portia?" Effie asked with a fake laugh. "Do not be preposterous."

"My bad." her friend teased. "I did think I heard you call back, mind you, didn't I, Cinna? We thought perhaps the two of you had gone to… investigate."

"I wanted to go look but Peeta said it was probably someone watching TV." Katniss shrugged, completely oblivious.

"How clever of you to figure it out, Peeta!" Effie exclaimed with some relief. "Yes, it must have been that. Someone must have been watching TV. I will have a word with the train attendants. Pass me the orange jam, would you, Cinna?"

Portia allowed the conversation to be stirred to safer topics but Effie knew her friend and she also knew that nobody at that table, except for Katniss, was fooled by the TV excuse. As soon as she deemed it safe to do so, she glanced at Haymitch who was resolutely staring away from her.

"Would come with me to check Peeta's outfit for tomorrow?" Portia asked after breakfast, before Effie could make the sort of grand escape Haymitch was already attempting.

"Of course." she granted, unable to refuse.

Portia linked their arms together as soon as they were a safe distance from the living-room car where the children usually spent their free time. The train's corridors were narrow and it wasn't really practical to walk like that but her friend was clearly in a teasing mood so Effie allowed her the fancy.

"Strictly between you and me, at one point I was unsure if he was trying to kill you or pleasure you." the stylist laughed.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." she denied.

Portia rolled her eyes. "Darling, only one thing does that kind of noises and there are only six people using that car. Now, it wasn't me, it wasn't Katniss… The conclusion wouldn't be that hard to reach even if you hadn't shouted his name at the top of your lungs."

She flushed crimson, battling her fake eyelashes to hide her embarrassment. "Portia…"

"It sounded really good, I was jealous." her friend pouted.

Effie cleared her throat and glanced around, but they were alone in that part of the train so she sighed. "Was I really that loud?"

Portia patted her arm in a comforting gesture but didn't part with the teasing smile on her lips. "You should probably keep in mind those compartments are not soundproof next time."

"Oh, god…" she muttered in mortification, raising her free hand to her burning cheek.

"The banging of the headboard against the wall covered most of it." Portia mocked gently. "And, of course, there was Haymitch's triumphant grunting at the end… We could not hear you anymore by that point, I really was scared he had finished you off. That last cry of yours sounded almost painful."

"So painfully good." she confessed, biting down on her bottom lip at the memory.

Portia chuckled. "What was he doing to you?"

"Ravishing me." she deadpanned with a chuckle of her own.

"That much, I gathered on my own." her friend teased as they reached the car where the outfits were stocked. They crossed the one that carried Cinna's work and moved on to Portia's.

Effie hesitated a second but then threw caution to the wind. At that point… "Two words for you: pirate's bounty."

"Oh, that is a nice one!" Portia approved with a knowing look. "You must be very flexible."

"That has never been a problem for me." she confirmed smugly. Even if her muscles were sore now. "Do we truly need to check Peeta's outfit or was it just an excuse?"

"His outfit will be fantastic as usual." Portia dismissed with a wave of her hand, leaning against the wall with a smirk. "Now, tell me everything. Does the pirate have a long sword?"

"Portia!" she rebuked, eyeing her up and down with her lips pursed. "A lady does not kiss and tell."

"A lady should share with her best friend." the stylist argued. "Besides, you forget I am his tailor. I know which side he dresses on."

"Portia!" she gasped.

"Well, I cannot help but notice what is right in front of my eyes." her friend argued. "Impressive even at rest… You are a lucky girl, no wonder you were screaming so loud."

Effie wavered between rolling her eyes and laughing and ended up leaning against the wall next to her friend, shaking her head at her stupidity today. As if her sex life was so important compared to everything that was going on.

But it was good to be silly once in a while.