So, I just went to see catching fire for the 2nd time! My oh my did I enjoy it twice as much! The scene where Effie gives the boys her gifts, as ever, stole my heart! She has to be my most favourite character, and Elizabeth Banks is just an awesome talent. So, I dedicate the second and final chapter of 'The second reaping of my victors' to Effie and her absolute style! And I course to my reviewers! Thanks for posting! ;)

P.s I've had to change the rating to T. Just for the Hayffie content near the end ;)

As we left the first chapter, Effie had asked Haymitch to tell her everything after the reaping. His plans for the games and the rebellion.

I start this next chapter as my take on what happens just after Effie has given the boys her golden gifts and said goodbye to Katniss and Peeta.

Haymitch has told Effie everything and they had planned the golden gifts together. Haymitchs bangle would go to finnick and Peetas medallion would keep safe the pictures of Katniss's friends and family.

'Is she ok?' Katniss asked, concerned when Effie had disappeared from their sight

'No, not really' Haymitch answered. 'She really cares about you both. In fact, I'm pretty certain she cares for nothing else more.'

'We know what she almost did for us today' Peeta spoke up. 'Shes very brave, will you tell her we said so'

Haymitch nodded 'of course'

'Youll stick together won't you Haymitch? Effie and you? Don't let anyone hurt her. If Peeta gets caught with his gold in there they'll soon figure out who gave it to him. I believe Snow will do anything to rid us of allies.' She hugged him. 'Stay safe Haymitch, keep Effie safe too. You need her just as much as she needs you.'

'I will I promise' Haymitch shook Peetas hand but Peeta pulled him into a hug.

'Keep your promise Haymitch and I'll keep mine' they patted each other on the shoulders and a silent and visual agreement was made between them.

'Go see how she is Haymitch' Katniss nodded towards the direction of Effie's exit and took Peetas hand. 'Come on, we need some sleep'

When Katniss and Peeta had left Haymitch headed to Effie's chambers.

He could still hear her sobs from down the corridor. He reached her door and knocked gently.

'Ef?'

'Its open'

He entered slowly, closing the door behind him. She sat at her vanity desk, her golden wig tossed aside with her heels and her makeup being furiously rubbed away with a moist handkerchief.

'Im so angry Haymitch, I don't know if I can Keep this up any longer!'

He stayed by the door 'you must Effie, you know you must and you know you can, I believe in you, I know how brae you are'

Free of her Capitol paint, she peeled off one bright pink eyelash and attempted the other

'Brave like the butterfly hmm'

the lash wouldn't budge. 'God damnit!' She slammed her fists down, her perfume bottles clattered and fell. She rested her forehead in her hand 'haymitch, would you help me please'

He moved to where she sat and knelt before her 'let me look'

She spun to face him and he caught her chin between his thumb and his fore finger, his free hand gently wiped away at her tears before tugging at the stuck false lash

'Just rip it of Haymitch'

'Now now, patience little lady.' The glue slowly peeled away and her natural lashes became free again. Haymitch flicked the thing off of his finger back into the desk. 'Why do you wear these stupid things anyway?

'My eyes, I hate my eyes, they help to cover them'

He still knelt before her, now holding her hands that rested in her lap

'Your eyes? What's wrong with them?

'There blue!'

'So...?' He had to laugh

'Mother always said blue eyes were traitorous, a liars eyes, un trustworthy'

'Ive got blue eyes, don't you trust me?

She softened slightly, touching his face

'No, no Haymitch. Your the only one I do trust'

'Then...?'

'Its just something she always used to say to me, after...after my father left us. He had blue eyes too'

The penny dropped

'Ah'

'The words...Just kinda stuck, you know'

Haymitch got to his feet and pulled Effie to hers. Looking deep into her deep blue pools and cocking his head to one side. The light from her mirror caught them perfectly, she was a vision, more so without all the frill and fuss on her face and head.

'Your eyes, Miss Effie Trinket, are the most beautiful eyes I've ever had the pleasure of looking in to.'

She smiled at him, teary still, and placed her hands on his chest.

She gripped his shirt as he let his hands fall from her forearms to her waist.

Pulling each other closer, his nose resting in her hair, hers at the nape of his neck, they held each other, silently, for a long time.

There breathing became synced. Quick and deep. Effie's hands gripped tighter as she drew the tip of her nose up the barrel of his neck, to his chin and kissed It gently.

A frustrated sigh escaped him. God he wanted her. His left hand came to rest at the back of her head as his right slid behind her back, pulling her in tighter. Their lips now breaths apart, slightly touching, then not. He waited for her to accept his challenge but she didn't give in.

'Effie, let me kiss you'

'No Haymitch. We mustn't, please. I won't be able to control myself'

'I think our self control is well and truly out the window Ef!' He pulled her closer still, the force of pressure forcing a sharp moan from her throat.

He kissed her cheek

'Stop, Haymitch'

He kissed her chin

'Please, I beg you'

He kissed her all the way down to the crook of her neck

'Haymitch. Hay...mitch! Don't! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!'

He bit her gently

'Kiss me! Kiss me now before I change my mind!' She begged him but he didn't need to be asked twice.

Entwining his fingers into her loose hair he pulled her mouth onto his. Their Kisses, deep and hungry, his tongue dancing with hers, barely breaking for air.

Her hands, still gripped to his shirt, tore away at the thin linen revealing his hard, taut chest.

'Take me Haymitch! Take me I'm yours! I'm yours!'

He lifted her onto the vanity desk, pushing himself between her thighs. Forcing her skirt up to her hips as he tore at the lace underwear underneath.

They were soon in rhythm. Perfume bottles tumbling and shattering, pearls scattering as they thrust together.

Effie's back thumped up against the huge lit mirror until it too shattered behind her. Lifting her away from the blades of glass, Haymitch threw her down into the bed and entered her again. Her breathless moans rising to an excruciatingly satisfying climax.

'Oh...god...HAYMITCH!'

They slumped down together in a heated tangle. His hands still woven into her hair and hers at his half torn shirt.

There heavy breaths shallowed, their heart beats slowed.

'Don't ever do that to me again Haymitch'

She pushed him off of her to catch her breath and he grinned

'I promise to do that to you every night, as long as we both shall live'

They laughed together, only for a moment.

Quicker than day, the knowings of tomorrow's events fell upon them and they held each other close. Sleep over taking neither of them. Each other's embrace was comfort enough tonight.

'Tomorrow it begins' Haymitch spoke soft as his hand slid under and up around her back, stroking her upper arm, she nuzzled into him, her hand caressing his exposed chest.

'Tomorrow changes everything' she sighed in return

'Are you ready Ef? To change'

'I changed the day we won our victors Haymitch, no one is going to take them away from us, tomorrow it all begins and I'm with you every step of the way'

'And I with you'

Dawn slowly approached as they lay in each other's arms. Not only did the new day bring a destiny for their victors but a new destiny for them too. Together. Forever. Fighting a war against the world.

Like a bird and a butterfly

Brave, beautiful but most of all... Free.