Prompt: Too hot: a game where the two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, s/he loses. The winner gets to do whatever s/he wants to the loser. Hayffie prompt?

Don't Get Burned!

"You can't keep your hands to yourself." Haymitch accused with an amused scoff, barely glancing at her before swiping the tablet's screen to the left. "I ain't the one who's always reaching out to touch you."

Effie huffed and then huffed again because it was patently untrue.

She watched him with pursed lips, her annoyance still high even hours after the facts. Haymitch was lying in her – was it their by now? – bed, in her compartment – that she would still call a cell despite Plutarch's remarks – and he was as relaxed as you pleased, reading his reports as if nothing at all was amiss. She sat next to him, cross-legged despite the chill in the air and the fact that she would have gladly burrowed under the blankets, and fought the urge to remind him why they had gotten in trouble in the first place.

And because she was nothing if not thorough, she huffed once more. "You groped me."

Haymitch didn't even blink, didn't even look away from the screen. "I tugged on your shirt 'cause it was riding up. Which wouldn't fucking happen if you'd just wear the uniform the normal way."

She sniffed in disdain. She would not submit to Thirteen's disastrous fashion sense, no matter the dark looks she got for it.

"You tugged on my shirt, then you patted my backside twice and told me to sit down, at which point your hand ended up on my thigh." she countered. "The whole thing is your fault."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. It's my fault. You're happy now?"

"No, I am not happy." she snapped. "I am too old to get scolded like a teenager."

Granted, perhaps they shouldn't have been touching during a briefing but Coin liked to hear herself talk, they were all weary and Haymitch's hand on her leg had, for once, been innocent – possessive, perhaps, on account of the young soldiers always ogling her but not indecent. She had started toying with his fingers at some point, under the table and out of sight, out of boredom but, that too, had been quite innocent.

She hadn't appreciated being called out on it in front of everyone.

If you and your escort could keep your hands to yourselves, Abernathy…

What was this? High school? Oh, how she hated that would-be president…

"Look…" Haymitch sighed, giving up on the report and tossing the tablet to the other empty bunk bed – a hazardous move, she wouldn't have attempted it given his disastrous aim and the troubles he would get into if he broke the piece of equipment. "It happened. It's done. Whatever."

She pursed her lips harder and moved to slip her legs under the blankets, mentally cursing the freezing cold and how narrow those beds were. She missed her King Size bed. "You were not so pleased either earlier."

He had gone rigid when Coin had made her little comment. Rigid and deadly calm, which was when he was at his most furious.

"I don't have booze, I don't have my knife…" he grumbled, reaching out to switch the light off. "You're the last good thing I've got in this place. If she thinks I ain't gonna touch you when I damn please, she can kiss my ass."

She was secretly very pleased by that statement. But still… "Language."

He rolled his eyes and wriggled down to get comfortable, leaving her, as usual, to squeeze against the wall. It was a good thing she was so skinny because he took far too much space.

"Maybe we should practice restrain." he snorted.

He was joking, she knew, because restrain had never ever been something they were good at.

"You cannot keep your hands off me." she argued.

"Think you've got me confused with yourself." he retorted, far too smug and confident.

"Is that so?" she hummed. "Very well." She reached over him and switched the light back on. He groaned and pulled the blankets over his head but she tugged them away. She was thrilled by this new habit of his of sharing her bed without having sex with her first because it tended to prove he wanted her for more than convenience sake but she had a point to prove and, that night, abstinence wouldn't do. "Sit up."

"What for?" he whined, making a face. "Sweetheart, I've been up for two days… I'm beat."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Sit up."

He glared, probably because he thought she was being bossy and he hated being bossed around, but he did sit up, aware that she wouldn't rest until she had had his way and that it would be the quickest way for him to get what he wanted. "There. Now what?"

"Now, we are going to kiss." she declared. "Without touching. The first one who touches the other loses."

He stared at her for a very long moment and then licked his lips, disbelief all over his face. "We're in the middle of a war and you're keeping me up to play kid games?"

"Whoever wins gets the other to do whatever he wants." she added and because he still looked exhausted and half-asleep she amended. "Not necessarily tonight. I will take a rain check."

"So sure you're gonna win…" he scowled. "Fine. Let's do this quick so I can get some shut eyes and you can suck me awake tomorrow morning."

She lifted her eyebrows. "I do not think so. I think tomorrow morning I will be riding your face."

He was not particularly fond of that. The complete lack of control bothered him. But a bet was a bet and she deserved a treat.

His lips stretched into a smirk that was almost hidden by the unkempt beard. The beard was almost enough to make her reconsider because she had forgotten and he hadn't eaten her out with that thing on his face yet. The stubble, she liked. The beard…

For all answer, he leaned in and kissed her. It was chaste at first, just a brush of his mouth against hers, then a poke of his tongue against her bottom lip… She opened her mouth readily, sucking his tongue in, deepening the kiss so much he groaned and leaned even closer…

She grinned against his mouth when he lifted his hand, certain that she had won already but he simply rested it on the wall behind her, forcing her to move back without even touching her, caging her against the wall…

She wasn't sure how he took control of the kiss because she had been very much on top of that situation but in a matter of seconds she was out of breath and moaning and his other hand found the wall. She bundled the sheets between her own fingers to stop herself from reaching out.

The kissing turned her on.

Their mouths parted and they gasped for breath but Haymitch attacked once more before she could recover. He was determined to make her cave. She drew back, avoided his thirty lips to press a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, another one of his upper lip and, finally, once he stopped trying to get the upper hand back, she pecked him again. And again. And again. Until he was crushing her mouth under his again with a groan.

His right hand moved down but he stopped short of placing it on her hip…

She laughed. "Not so confident, are we, now?"

"Fuck you." he growled.

"That is the idea, darling." she mocked. She hadn't expected him to start kissing the length of her jaw. "That's cheating."

"You said kissing." he taunted, sounding very pleased with himself. "That's kissing."

"Yes, but… Oh…" She couldn't even finish her sentence, not when his tongue was swiping at that spot under her ear. She wanted him to bite down but he didn't. Because biting wasn't kissing. "Haymitch…"

Her voice came out husky and frustrated and she held the sheets tighter.

His mouth moved down with excruciating slowness. He nudged the grey cotton shirt aside with his nose and strained to get access to her breasts… When he didn't manage to get the shirt out of the way without his hands, he went for the most expedient option and kissed her breasts over the fabric, his tongue teasing her hard nipples through the now wet cotton.

She wanted him to suck on them but he didn't.

There was one thing Haymitch excelled at and it was frustrating her.

Refusing to surrender, she started kissing his neck, licked the spot that always made him… He groaned and jerked his head back up, almost knocking hers with it… He kissed her hard on the mouth again and, this time, her hips thrust forward without her permission… She didn't touch him but it was a close thing…

Why had she thought it was a good idea again?

"Give up." he commanded in that tone.

A shiver ran down her spine because she did enjoy their power play and she did enjoy playing submissive when he used that commanding voice. If she did what he asked, he would call her a good girl and made the sex toes-curling worthy. If she resisted, he might spank her a little and take her hard and fast.

She loved both.

It was a dilemma.

But she wouldn't lose.

"You first." she challenged, licking her lips. Their mouths were so close together, her tongue accidentally brushed against is.

He sucked in a deep breath, his fingers clawing at the wall behind her. "Truce, sweetheart. I let you ride my face now and you suck me off and we agree no one loses."

"We can agree we both win." she argued for the sake of it. It was a matter of perspectives, she liked to think in victories, not losses.

"Yes, alright. Fine." he muttered, almost tearing her shirt off her head and tossing it to the side before finally sucking her nipple in his mouth. She tossed her head back as he played with her breasts, her own hands blindly reaching for his pants… Her fingers were cramping from having clutched the sheets so hard.

He was already hard and she was more than ready for more than just kissing. She pushed him back so he would get a hint. He didn't hesitate in lying down, helping her slip the soaked panties down her hips before guiding her leg over him so she was straddling his chest with her back on him. She didn't question him, she shoved his pants down his thighs and bent down so she could suck him deep in her mouth. Her teeth accidentally grazed his length and he groaned when he pulled on her hips so he could have access to her core.

It wasn't quite riding him but it worked for her.

He matched her quick rough pace with his tongue and, soon enough, she was crying out, chocking on his cock, which triggered his release. She was glad he couldn't quite see because it was a mess and she didn't find the slobbering sexy.

She remained slumped there, her head nestled on his thigh, too exhausted to move. His big hands were gently rubbing the back of her thighs.

Suddenly, he chuckled. "We really ain't good at the not touching thing, sweetheart."

"We really are not." she muttered, dropping a soft kiss against his inner thigh.

And she didn't regret it one bit.