Prompt: I'm rereading the HADS fanfics(FABULOUS) and I came across one that said how the first time after the war when Haymitch and Effie tried to have rough sex again she freaked out... so I was wondering if you could right about that time with a little hayffie comfort at the end?

Of Spoiled Milk, White Wine & Tastes

It started with spoiled milk, culminated with shouts that could be heard three houses over and ended up with Effie pinned to the fridge, kissing the hell out of Haymitch.

It wasn't a nice kiss.

It was dirty and hard and no matter how many times she licked his bottom lip he refused to open his mouth for her because he was furious. So she bit it instead. And it worked. Of course, it worked. He groaned in pain and parted his lips and she slipped her tongue between them and took control of the kiss, of the situation…

She took control for at least five seconds.

Then Haymitch's hands were fumbling with the glittery row of buttons on the front of her dress. He quickly got frustrated and simply grabbed the fabric and pulled…

She heard the familiar tearing sound, the ping of the small buttons hitting the floor everywhere, briefly felt the cool air on her exposed skin before Haymitch's palms roamed all over it…

She dug her teeth in his neck in retribution because she loved that dress. She had made it herself. It had taken days. So she bit. Hard.

He hissed and pulled her bra over her head without bothering to unclasp it. It tangled in the fabric of her dress and he struggled with the mess…

"You're so fucking annoying!" he spat, fury in his eyes. "Even your clothes are fucking annoying!"

"Oh, yes…" she snapped, slipping her hands under his shirt, not even caring about the scratches she was leaving on his back. "I am the annoying one. Of course."

"Well, at least we're on the same page." he deadpanned with that heavy layer of sarcasm she absolutely hated when turned into a weapon against her.

He wasn't happy until she was standing there in nothing but her see-through lavender panties.

She wasn't happy until she had left enough chew marks on his neck to make him pay for whatever comment he had made when she had started telling him off about the milk he had forgotten to put back in the fridge the previous night. Again.

She was aroused and furious and she kept pushing even when she felt him trying to calm things down a little, even when his hands became a little less brutal as they roamed over her… It wouldn't take long before he was treating her like fragile glass that would break if he squeezed too tight again.

"I hate you." she growled when he rolled her nipple between his fingers instead of pinching it.

The growl that started low in his throat was familiar. A particular mix of frustration, aggravation and desire she was very well acquainted with.

She wasn't exactly surprised when he stopped trying to reel himself in and gave up. Squeezing her breasts hard, pushing his leg between hers, licking the length of her neck before biting down… She wasn't sure how she ended up rubbing herself on his thigh but she could feel her pleasure growing…

He was dressed and she wanted him naked.

She reached for his shirt again but he grabbed her wrists pinned them high over her head on the fridge first and then, as if he had changed his mind, shoved her toward the kitchen table…

It was a thrill when she felt the big hand between her shoulder blades, bent willingly when he pinned her down on the wood…

It had been so long since sex had been like that… Rough and wild and angry…

She wasn't thinking about the scars on display or obsessing over the fact she had lost too much weight and wasn't as beautiful as she used to be… She wasn't worrying about triggers or bad memories… It was primitive and brutal and that was how it had started between them, how it had become some of the best sex she had ever had…

She wanted this. Just like that.

"So fucking annoying." he grumbled again.

He ripped her panties off and, this time, she really wanted to protest because she loved those – and he did too – but she didn't have time. He grabbed her thighs and spread them, she heard the clicking of his belt being unbuckled…

And it suddenly stopped being funny or arousing or fun.

Because a part of her was convinced he would hit her with the belt – not him really but them – or that a leather string would lash at her unprotected skin or worse that…

She felt the hardness of him between her thighs and she badly startled. His hand was still pinning her down but thank everything holy he knew the difference between her playing and whatever this was because he froze. Instead of pushing down, his palm started rubbing comforting circles on her back.

"You're good, sweetheart?" he asked. The anger had mostly faded from his voice, leaving only concern.

She took two quick gulps of air and pondered the question.

"No." she croaked at last. "No…"

He immediately pulled her and turned her around so she was half-sitting on the table instead of pinned to it. He also stepped back, giving her some space but staying close enough that she could reach and touch him if she needed him.

"I'm sorry." he said, his eyes haunted. "Shouldn't have…"

"It was not your fault." she whispered, focusing on her breathing. It wasn't too bad. She didn't think she would actually have a panic attack. "I wanted it rough. I miss it being rough."

"Yeah, well…" He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe not yet."

She bundled his shirt in her hand and tugged him closer. His pants were still open and his erection was poking out but quickly waning. "I am sorry."

"Don't." He shook his head, gently ran his fingers in her blond hair. "Don't ever apologize for that. Don't."

He tilted her head up and pecked her lips. It was a soft kiss but she didn't try to deepen it. She felt shaky and not quite there. Her head felt like it was filled with cotton which was usually a good indication that a panic attack wasn't too far away. She would have to be careful with her triggers that day.

"You need to buy more milk." she reminded him.

He rolled his eyes but the smirk that tugged at his lips was relieved.

"Tell you what… Let's go do the shopping. I'm gonna buy milk and you're gonna buy a nice bottle of wine. We can have a quiet dinner in tonight." he suggested.

They usually ate dinner with the children but a quiet night to themselves sounded appealing.

She grinned. "As long as you are aware I will be buying white wine."

He wrinkled his nose but pressed a kiss on her forehead before fixing himself and moving to the coffee machine to finally make her the coffee she had coveted when she had discovered the milk had spoiled. It was an old debate between them that red wine was better than white.

"You've got the worst taste ever." he teased.

She watched him move around their kitchen thoughtfully, no hint at all that he had been about to fuck her senseless ten minutes earlier, not asking for anything. Not all men would be that considerate.

"I like to think I have the best one…" she whispered, too low for him to hear.