My inspriation abandoned me and it took me ages to come up with this thing. I wanted Peeta to bust them, but couldn't think of how until this popped in my head. If any of you have any suggestions or requests let me know! Prompts are always so helpful!
Peeta strode down the small corridor of the train. They were due to arrive in District 12 at around lunch time the next day. It was late, and he really wished he'd made his way to bed much earlier. It was taking him longer that he'd expected to recover from the games and he needed all the sleep he could get, before the inevitable nightmares hit. Peeta stilled suddenly. There was an odd bend in the hall of this carriage as it weaved around the larger sleeping compartments and he could hear voices just around the corner.
"C'mon Eff. No one will know!"
"Haymitch, go and sleep in your own room. You have a perfectly good bed in there."
It was Effie and Haymitch. Peeta had no clue why they would be up and about at this very late hour. He knew Haymitch never slept much when it was dark, but surely Effie's schedule was telling her she should be sleeping now. Effie always followed her schedule. Peeta realised that Effie's room was in this carriage.
"You know I hate that bed. It's lumpy. And since you won't let me drink," he said pointedly before continuing, "I can't get to sleep with all those lumps if I'm sober."
"Haymitch..." Effie sounded like she was trying to be stern, but Peeta could hear her giving in. He slowly looked around the corner. Effie was standing in the doorway in her pyjamas and a robe, which was firmly fastened around her waist. Her wig was gone and her was face was clean. Haymitch was still wearing the clothes he'd had on all day.
Haymitch inched closer to Effie and leant his forearm against the doorframe, right next to Effie's head. "Your mattress is much better. All smooth, and warm and soft." His free hand slipped against Effie's waist and he started to play absentmindedly with the sash holding her robe together.
"And you know that once we get back to District 12, I'll be going back to my house and you'll be staying with the stylists." He paused before slowly adding, "All the way across town..."
Peeta could see Effie's resolve slipping away. She looked down and let out a little humph before looking back up at a smiling Haymitch.
"Fine. I'll let you in." As soon as she spoke she relaxed and moved closer to Haymitch before suddenly reaching up to tug on the lapel of his jacket. "Do you have your pyjamas?" Her voice was serious as she asked. Haymitch just let out a chuckle before lightly grabbing her arms and turning her around in front of him.
"Won't need them, Princess." He hugged her from behind as they walked forward into Effie's room, Haymitch kicking the door closed behind them.
Peeta stood there for a moment, quite shocked, staring at the closed door before Effie's muffled giggle broke his trance and he quickly hurried towards his own room.