Our Own "Happy ever after..."
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Chapter 4
Next day, they woke up in the arms of eachother. Effie was the first to get up. Living in the Capitol had an affect on people, one of them being the importance they gave to social events. As such, they were used to wake up very early.
However, Effie had never been a morning person. But with a job like hers, she had to be ready to be called at midle of the night. So, she praised her sleep very much. That's why she was confused when she felt the light coming I throught the window. She never forgot to close it.
The second thing she notted was that there was something near her. Something big and warm. She openned her eyes to be faced with a snoring Haymicth. She looked to the clock in the wall. It was still seven o'clock. Wich mean, they only had one hour to get ready!
"Haymitch! Haymitch! Wake up!" she pushed him gently while stroking his cheek. When she obtained no answer, she sat up and pushed him harder.
"Shup up, sweetheart! It's still to early to hear your voice." he put his arms around her waist and traped her in his chest.
"Oh, is it Haymicth? I wonder what the kids would say if they were to find us like this. Because in case you haven't notted, we are still in the living room!"
"Not so loud!" he sat up and let her go. "Let's go and take a shower." he stood up and went for the stairs that led to the many rooms of the Penthouse, followed behind by her. His beard needed a cut urgently. She could feel her cheeck burning where he had rubbed his, right before they fell assleep. It was a weird habbict indeed.
"When you say that, do you mean "us" together?" she inquired, lifting one perfect eyebrow.
"Why? Can't keep your hands out of me that long?" he opened the door and entered the room, taking out his shirt.
"No. But you're undressing yourself in MY bedroom." she passed Haymitch and entered the bathroom leaving him taking out his boxers there.
She quicly undressed herself. Her dress of the previous day was exremelly unconfortable. She started cleaning her face of the smugged make up before entering the shower. The make up she used could only be cleaned with a certain brand of products, and for as much that she washed her face, water would never damage it.
She was still in front of the sink, almost donne, when Haymitch entered the bathroom completely naked. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She was so small, principally next to him. Even in his forties, Haymitch was still a handsome man. Not by Capitol standards of course. Haymitch hadn't donne any surgery to change his apearance, something Effie was grateful for. Of course his drinking had a price, as one could see for his growing belly. Nothing that would bother Effie. Her victor might have some trust and drinking problems, might not be able of expressing his feelings, might be a danger and she might get hurt, but they were too far gonne.
Haymitch felt the same. She might be a pain in the ass, come from the place he hated the most, be stuck up, changing moods in seconds... But he couldn't live without her.
They had been together for ten years now. When she became Escort, she had changed his life. She wouldn't let him drink himself unconcious. She would help him, even with everything he would do to her.
It's true, yes. He hated her at the time. He had tried to scare her away, be such a pain the she would give up. He had intimidated her, saying he was a victor, that he could hurt her... It had ended very diferently then what he expected...
Flashback...
It was her second year has an Escort. Last year hadn't been very bad. It had been better than what the last Escort had told her it would be. They had shared some stuff one night on the roof. Not a big deal, just their favorites colors, favorite animals... Just normal stuff.
Effie was getting ready in her room. Today there was a very important party. Who knew if they could actually get sponsors this time?! Ok, their tributs weren't exacly strong or good looking. But if she didn't even try, then she wouldn't be doing her job.
When she was finally ready (her make up had taken hours!), she went and nocked at Haymitch's. She waited for some time, but nothing hapenned. She nocked again, and once again, no sight of him.
Tired of waiting, she let herself in. There was no light in the room, only the window, and even that was half closed. The smell was horrid. It brought tears to her eyes. She took a tissue and placed in front of her mouth and nose.
She walked to the bed carefully, not only because of the body in bed, but not to place her foot in the trash on the ground. Empty botles, dirty clothes...
"Haymitch. Haymitch!" she shook him carefully, trying to wake him up. When that didn't work, she grabed the botle the Avoxes place everyday on the desk, and poured a glass. She then started splashing some of it in Haymitches face.
He looked a mess. He smelled like vodka. His shirt was open, and he was covered in vomit. It was trully disgusting. But what concerned her the most was the smell of vodka. Haymitch was a wisky man, sometimes wine, but she had never seen him drinking vodka.
No reaction again. Tired, she openned the window. Light invaded the room. Haymitch grunt, but his eyes did not open. Looking outside, she saw that it was the lights of the city coming in, wich meant only one thing: THEY WERE LATE!
She walked up to him and threw the remaining water to his face. He shot up right screaming obsceneties and branding his knife like a mad man. She bucked against the window. She had paled considerably, wich only made her make up stand out even more (that year the shinning colors were the trend).
When her back hit the glass, the sound made Haymitch look at her direction. Has soon has he saw her, he threw his knife away. It got stuck in the wardrobe, but he didn't seem to see that. He walked up to her with strong big steps.
He grabbed her dress and lifted her up against the wall. Effie could feel his hot breath in her face.
"What are you doing here?" his eyes were locked with hers, and his teeth were gripped.
"We... we're late, and I thou-... You were assleep an-" he was scaring the hell out of her. She couldn't even speack.
"And you thought that gave you the direct to come in here!?" he pushed her against the wall harder, and her head hit the wall. She could feel the blood in her forehead, but her wig probably hide that, because Haymicth didn't loose his grip on her.
"I'm... I'm sorry!" his eyes looked like fire with the lights reflected on them.
"You invade my privacy!" he griped her neck. "You are just like the others! I hate your kind!"
"I'm sorry! I was worried about you! I never meant to anger you!" she could breath, at least that. But that didn't stoped the tears. What was wrong with him? It wasn't such a big deal. And she thought that last year they had got along rather well. What was this sudden outbrust?!
"You're sorry?! YOU'RE SOR-" his eyes widen up in shock and he let go imideatly of her. Her knees didn't support her weight, and she fell. He kneel down next to her. She could see he was worried. He placed a hand on her cheek and lifted her head up. "Your bleeding."
When she didn't answer, he placed his arm under her knees and behind her neck and carried her to her bedroom. He wouldn't force her to stay in his. He knew it was disgusting.
In her bedroom, he place her in bed. He went to bathroom and retrieved all her beauty products, including her shampoo. He really didn't know anything about that kind of stuff.
He gently cleaned her face of make up and took the pins that held her wig, letting her strawberry blond hair fall. It hadn't grown much since that night in the roof. Or maybe it had, and she had gonne to the hairdresser.
She never spoke while Haymitch cleaned her injury. Thankfully, it wasn't deep, even if it hurt a lot. His hands were gentler than she thought they would be. At some point, she couldn't contain herself anymore.
"Why?" her voice was barelly above a whisper. He kept cleanning the wound in silence. How could he explaine her what hapenned?
"I allways sleep with a knife since my time in the Arena. It helps me feel safe." he looked ashamed of it. She started feeling sorry for him, but she needed to know why he had atacked her.
"Then why did you atack me?"
"After last year..." he calmed himself down and continued. "Normally Escorts and Victors don't like eachother. You are the reason we are here. Last year... I tried to hate you. I really did. But after our talk in the roof... You weren't that bad. You aren't that bad. But this year Chaff saw us an-"
"Chaff?! Eleven's Victor?" ok, now this was interesting.
"Yeah. He said I shouldn't trust you. Said you were just like the others and I should be carefull with you."
"Capitol people are individual people, you know? We're not all the same."
"I know. But I had never been friends with one. I never meant to hurt you. I really didn't! I just wanted to sca-" he could say no more because his lips found another ones.
He was surprised by the kiss. He had just hurt her, and she didn't seem that mad anymore. She was kissing him! He was being kissed by Effie Trinket! His Escort! And it wasn't that bad... When they finally stoped, they didn't split up completely. Their foreheads were still joined.
"Maybe you should introduce me to those friends of yours, ãh?"
End of Flashback...
So, after many years, here they were. After many, many fights (and other things).
Haymitch trailed kisses from her cheeks to her neck and then to her shoulder. He didn't stop until she turned around, time when he locked their lips together. They would have continued in the bedroom if Effie hadn't pushed him away after some seconds.
"Haymitch, we really need to get ready..." she trailed of, unable to speak with Haymitch sucking on her earlow. "The kids..."
"Don't know when they need to be up, so we have a little more time for us. What you think?" his hand travelled down her back. "And we can still take a shower." his hand went even further down. "Or a bath."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" she had openned the water before undressing herself, so the bath was almost full now.
He didn't answered her. Instead, carried her bride-style to the bath, entering the tub with her. She sat on his lap, each of her legs in each of his sides. Their kiss was soft and something else... something none of them had courage to face. They knew what they felt, but saying it out loud, to another person, or in their heads made it all feel more real. And of course they didn't know if the other felt the same. They both thought the other would laugth.
Effie fingers were traped in his hair, pulling him closer, the other hand in his cheeck. The victors hands were everywhere on her. As big as the tub might be, there wasn't much room for two people.
Haymitch slid two fingers inside her, making her half gasp half moan. He played with her, his thumb on her clit. Her nails left red marks on his back.
He bit her neck when her hand found his manhood. She strock him slithly before he push himself inside her. It was a good thing the walls were sound proof. The Escort started moving on top of his victor. He could feel her wetness, even being inside water.
Water spilled everywhere, their foreheads were shinning with sweat. Effie came first, but after some more thrusts, he came inside of her.
She snugled in his side.
"We really should go."Haymicth was playing with her hair.
"Oh, no. You started it. You go ahead. I'll see the kids in the lift."
"Fiiiineeee! Honnestly, the things I do fo-" he didn't end the sentence, just placed a kiss on her forehead and left.
Effie wondered what he was going to stay, and why he had stoped.
A.N.: Sorry! I know I should have already apdated this story! But anyway, here it is. By the way, check my other fanfics. I promess you won't regret!
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