Prompt: Hi Ellana! I Love your stories. If you have time and still are reciving prompts for HADS I will Love to read one about Effie's pov when she makes love with Haymitch. Thank you!
Obviously it's coconuts. ;) Stay tune on tumblr because I may or may not have an announcement regarding HADS starting next week (I am as yet unsure, I am working on something special but I don't know if I will have time to finish it in time.)
The Best Way To Go
Haymitch's ragged breathing rolled against her neck, slipping into the loosened collar of her customized uniform…
Effie bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep herself from making a sound even as her head fell back. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, his hands held hard to her waist, guiding her hips in an impossibly slow pace…
She was fairly sure they weren't the only ones taking advantage of the semi-darkness of the bunker to steal a moment. With the rush of blood to her ears as her pleasure built, she could almost forget about the deafening sounds of bombs raining on them, she could almost ignore the walls shaking or the crumbs of plaster that sometimes drifted down from the ceiling… The lights had given out half an hour ago and the emergency generator hadn't yet kicked in…
This was the worst aerial raid yet and she was glad Haymitch had been with her at the time. She was even gladder he hadn't protested when she had climbed on his lap, straddling his thighs to better hug him in the dark. She hadn't protested when he had slipped her tights down her legs or rearrange her skirt so it would cover his lap in the improbable case someone wandered by and stared at them in the darkness. She hadn't protested when he had undone his belt or opened his pants or encouraged her to rub against him…
She was following his lead, only a little surprised it hadn't turned frantic yet given the circumstances.
That wasn't how she would have pictured a last fuck before you die but perhaps it was fitting for them, perhaps it revealed just how unsure Haymitch was that the bunker would hold and they would survive the day. Because slow and tender wasn't their style and when it turned that way…
Well, their lovemaking had been slow and tender during the Quell, right before he left her with a kiss that felt heavy with implications on her tongue and fake Peacekeepers had kidnapped her and brought her to Thirteen…
Slow and tender usually meant the future was unsure.
He was hard enough now that she reached between them to guide him inside her, sliding down impossibly slowly, both because she wasn't that ready yet and because she just loved how his breath caught in his throat again. His nose bumped against the shell of her ear, his hot mouth landed on the side of her neck, his tongue lapping the beads of sweat there… Teeth nipped her when she finally took him whole, a groan escaped him.
She tasted blood.
It was so hard to be silent when she wanted to shout, she had bitten too hard on her bottom lip.
His hands slipped under the bottom part of her uniform, gripped her ass… Her tights were stuck a little above her knees and the waistband was digging hard in her thighs in a painful way. She wasn't sure they would survive the ordeal. She wasn't sure she cared even if they did and everyone figured out what they had been up to when the lights came back on.
A bomb made the whole bunker shudder again.
People screamed in terror.
Effie closed her eyes and started rocking her hips.
Haymitch was kneading her ass. He couldn't get a good access to her clit at that angle but it didn't really matter. The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against her every time she moved and it was doing it for her in ways the clandestine tryst probably shouldn't.
"Effie…" he murmured in her ear and it completely drowned the shouts and the next impact.
She found his mouth, kissed him hard but not in an aggressive way. His hands traveled up to the small of her back. She felt the muscles of his thighs tensing under her and she figured he would have liked to switch them over, to push her down on the mattress and take her deeper, a little harder perhaps…
There would be no doing that. They might get away with a discreet sexy cuddle but they wouldn't get away with anything else. Even in the dark. Not when they were so many people crammed in there.
She pressed her forehead against his when the kiss came to its natural end, eyes shut hard, consciously making an effort to ignore the surrounding panic. Yet the shouts, the bombs, the half-hearted orders from the soldiers to stay calm and remain on their bunk beds so people wouldn't fall and get even more injured in the dark… They were hard to ignore, even as her pleasure built and built, even as Haymitch's hands roamed on her skin, so gentle and reverent…
She could feel her climax coming and she quickened her pace a little, gratified when he met her thrust for thrust, his breathing becoming even more labored…
She was so close, so close…
She desperately tried not to think it was a race to finish before the bombs took them out. Perhaps it was the greatest way to go, though. On the brink of an orgasm. With him buried balls deep inside her. Safe and warm in his arms. Yes, perhaps it was the only good way to go. Alive to the last…
"I love you." She blurted out the words without truly meaning to, as another bomb rocked their world.
His hips stilled but only briefly. It was too late to stop and she didn't want him to anyway. It was frantic now, messy… The need to reach completion too strong to be delayed any longer…
"We ain't gonna die today, sweetheart." he growled in her neck. "Don't fucking say your goodbyes. We ain't dying in a hole in the ground."
The only still coherent part of her was relieved he wasn't freaking out too much about her declaration. He had been better since they had come to Thirteen, more open to admitting the real nature of what they shared, but he was still Haymitch and any hint of love was enough to trigger a panic reaction. Except, perhaps, when they were two seconds away from being bombed into oblivion.
"What…" she teased, breathless and almost feverish with pleasure. "Not fabulous enough for us?"
"Not by half." He snorted, licking the side of her neck.
"I do not know…" she whispered. "Riding you into death… There are worse ways to go, Haymitch."
A sharper thrust and she blew apart with a cry that he barely managed to swallow with a hasty kiss. The people on the nearest bunks must have heard – if they hadn't yet glimpsed the moving in the dark – but she couldn't begin to care. Not when he grunted his own release against her mouth.
She slumped against him, shivering a little when another bomb fell and her afterglow wasn't quite enough to block the reality of it anymore. He held her tighter.
He held her for a long time.
Long enough that he became limp inside her and it was less than comfortable. She was still a little loathe to slip off him, she liked having him inside her. She wriggled one time too many though and he got the hint. His hands fell to her waist and helped her lift herself up but she stopped before he could actually get all the way out.
"Ain't sure we can get away with it again…" he murmured with obvious regret. "Generators are gonna kick in sooner or later… Ain't sure I wanna be dick deep in you when that happens… Hard to explain…"
He was joking. Mostly, she thought, but she had a different problem in mind.
"Do you have a handkerchief?" she whispered.
It took him a second to catch up. "Ah… Shit."
She pursed her lips. "Language."
The rebuke was punctuated by another deafening rumble. His hands clenched on her waist. "There's your scarf."
She huffed. "I think not."
"Well, it's that or leaking with my cum for a good while, sweetheart." he pointed out. There were bathrooms but no showers down there. She was going to feel disgusting before long.
"Do you have to be so vulgar?" she hissed.
She felt him shrug. "Makes you wet."
"Which is the last thing I should be right now." she grumbled, reaching up to untie the scarf from her head. Her loose hair tumbled down on her shoulders.
He snatched the scarf from her hand and cleaned her up quickly – and efficiently for something done blindly. He cleaned himself up too while she got dressed again. The tights were torn at the crotch but that was to be expected and she didn't think it would be too noticeable – she was very certain it would crack Haymitch up if he figured it out.
She settled between his legs when they were both decent again, feeling a bit better with his thighs bracketing her and his arms firmly wrapped around her.
"Try to sleep." he encouraged.
"While it is raining bombs?" she scoffed.
He nuzzled the side of her head a little, probably happy to have easy access to her hair since he was obsessed with it for some reason. "We ain't gonna die."
She wondered if he was trying to convince her or himself.
She distractedly played with the battered golden bangle around his wrist, feeling each dent and bump under her fingertips…
"Are we going to discuss…" she hesitated.
"No." he cut her off. She wasn't exactly surprised that he didn't want to talk about her confession but it still stung a little. She didn't say anything but she must have tensed because he sighed against her neck. "Can't say it back."
That did more than sting. It hurt.
And, for the first time, she wondered if it would be so bad if a bomb took them out now.
"I see." she whispered, frantically trying to find a way to casually get out of his arms without triggering a fight or making it too obvious she was fleeing.
"No." he said quickly, a wince clearly audible in his voice. His nose clumsily bumped against her cheek and then a kiss was pressed on her jaw. "Can't say it, princess. Doesn't mean…"
His sentence trailed off in an awkward silence.
"Oh…" she breathed out, tension leaving her body in a powerful whoosh. "Alright."
She tried not to sound too chipper but she was grinning like an idiot despite the bombs and…
"Don't make it into a big deal." he warned.
"I am not." she protested "I am just… happy."
He grumbled something she didn't quite catch but he also propped his chin on her shoulder and held her even tighter.
Even if they died in a few seconds, she decided, this was the best way to go.