prompt: post mj. hayffie sneak off in Four and have ***in the dunes/sea. Johanna finds them as they climax, and they couldn't care less.

Beach Activities Include…

It was reckless and stupid and they were too old for this…

And yet Effie laughed when Haymitch's lips traced a burning path from her neck to her jaw.

"We are not doing it here." she warned, her gaze lost in the starry sky above them.

It was a lovely night for a stroll and a stroll had been what they had set on when they had left Annie's house after dinner a little earlier. She wasn't sure which of them had suggested they sat down for a while on their way back but Effie could see the corner of Annie's beach deck if she strained her neck to the right. Not that she was very inclined to do that when Haymitch's mouth was roaming on her neck and his hand had sneaked under her loose white shirt.

"No?" he challenged, his voice amused and even a little taunting.

Perhaps because the straps of her bikini had just given way under his fingers and her breasts were now free under the shirt or because she had made similar claims before that had always ended up void of real intent. When it came to Haymitch and sex, she usually was happy to roll along with anything.

In the five years of peace that had followed the war, it wouldn't have been their first time having sex on Four's beach although they had never started anything so close to actual civilization. But all things considered, it wasn't the most risky public sex they would even have.

And yet…

"No." she replied firmly, stretching her arms over her head.

It gave him better access and he took every advantage of it by rolling on top of her and pushing her shirt up. His mouth found her stomach, kissed its way up…

She closed her eyes, a bit sorry to lose the sight of the stars.

They were a bit too close to Annie's house but the children had been playing a board game when they had left and they were probably still busy. Four's Victor Village was just as deserted at Twelve's was and that part of the beach was annexed to it so it would be relatively private… All in all, chances of discovery were few if they were quick.

"Doesn't sound like a real no to me, sweetheart…" he mocked, sucking her nipple in his mouth.

She arched her back, let out a moan…

"Sand gets everywhere…" she complained. "You know it does…"

Sex on the beach was supposed to be a big romantic thing in movies and books but in all practicality… She didn't mind it so much in the ocean itself but on the beach…

He sighed against her breasts, probably remembering the last time they had done it in between dunes and the hours it had taken to get the sand out of… everywhere. He hadn't enjoyed that part. She hadn't enjoyed it either.

She had never minded being adventurous but the ugly truth was that she was getting old and a comfortable bed was more appealing than outdoor sex.

Haymitch's weight rested on top of her a little more fully when he propped his chin between her breasts to look at her properly. The soft warm wind was playing on her exposed skin and it wasn't helping her to keep a clear head. A part of her wanted him to take her right there and then, maybe even a bit rough like they hardly were anymore.

"True." he granted with a boyish pout. "But I really wanna fuck you."

"We have a bed in our room." she reminded him.

His pout turned into a face.

"The room that's stuck between Finn's and the kids'?" he scoffed. "Yeah, no… Don't think I can do it knowing they're right there listening."

The smile stretched her lips without her consent and she fondly combed his too long hair with her fingers. "I do not think anyone would be listening, darling."

"The way you always end up shouting, they would." he retorted.

Years earlier, the comment might have upset her and she might have done her best to be a little more quiet but now… Now she was very confident in the fact he liked her being vocal.

"If you weren't so intent on fucking a scream out of me…" she purred.

He nipped at her breast in reproach. "Don't be vulgar, Princess, I'm already hard."

Her eyes twinkling, she folded her arms under her head. It was always funny to her how turned on it made him when she sprouted vulgarities in his ear.

"How sad…" she lamented. "And here I was about to tell you I wanted you to fuck me from behind and maybe spank me a little too…" He groaned, his eyes closing, and she went on, her voice full of laughter rather than seduction. "I would have been such a good girl for you… I might even have sucked you off if you had asked me…"

In a flash, he was fully on top of her and kissing her hard, growling against her lips. "You're mean, Effie. Very mean."

She burst out laughing, her fingers bundling the thin fabric of his shirt under his shoulder blades. "You love me for it."

The word was still tentative between them. No longer taboo but not exactly common either. And her voice faltered a little on it, like it always did.

Haymitch simply made a noise of ascent and kept on kissing her.

He really was hard and the familiar pressure against her lower belly was almost enough to make her relent on her no-sand policy.

She might have if there hadn't been a disgusted scoff somewhere to their right.

Haymitch was off her in a second, which left her slightly dazed and exposed. She was slower is sitting up and she only remembered to tug her shirt down to cover her breasts once she caught sight of Johanna's sneer in the distance.

"The fuck you're spying on us for?" Haymitch spat.

Jo's sneer only increased. "Just came out for a fucking smoke. You want to screw your bitch outside, maybe don't do it right in front of the house."

Rattled from having been discovered in a compromising position as he was, Haymitch might have done or said something ridiculously stupid if Effie hadn't placed a restrictive hand on his arm.

"We apologize, Johanna." she offered, choosing not to address the victor's preferred moniker for her. There were worse things to be called than bitch, she had discovered during the war, and Johanna said it with what might even be called affection those days.

"Like hell, we do!" Haymitch scowled. "She…"

"…is well within her rights to have a cigarette on the beach without walking on two people being indecent." Effie finished for him, a warning in her voice that he was wise enough to heed. He sulked about it but he fell silent.

"You should thank me. You're too old for that shit." Jo mocked. "You're gonna break a hip."

Haymitch opened his mouth, clearly vexed, but Effie dragged him to his feet and toward the house. He started grumbling under his breath before they even reached the wooden stairs that led up to the deck. She wasn't quite sure what he was saying but it probably wasn't nice.

"You know…" she hummed, leaning against his side. "We could still rent a hotel room."

"That's gonna mean media attention." he sighed. "Villages are off bounds but a hotel… They're gonna camp outside just to get a picture…"

"I know." she admitted. "But it also means you could have me screaming for you all night…"

They stopped right next to the back door that led to the kitchen. The curtains made of tiny sea-shells clicked in the soft wind and she leaned against the wall, waiting for him to balance the possible pros and cons. They would lose some privacy but paradoxically gain some in the process.

She could hear Peeta's, Katniss' and Annie's voices coming from inside the house. Laughter and easy conversations… The sounds were familiar and soothing.

In the end, he made a face and leaned in to press a kiss against her lips. "I can wait until we're home."

"Can you?" she challenged with a grin. She had known that was the choice he would make. They weren't twenty and desperate for sex anymore. They could be patient. Well… She could.

"Don't look so cocky, princess… Once I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk for days." he warned.

"Promises, promises…" she sing-sang and then ducked under his arm so she could slip inside.

She was greeted by her victors' happy smiles and she enquired after who won the board game, faking interest even when she felt Haymitch presence behind her. She was a little surprised when he wrapped his arms around her waist because he didn't usually do that sort affectionate things in public but she leaned her back against his chest readily.

She nodded to whatever Peeta was explaining without listening a word of it, musing that she truly loved her life.