phoenixrisingonthemoon asked: Prompt: Haymitch "unwillingly" fantasizes about Effie. And his fantasy Effie is very... taunting. ;)

A/N: Another Tumblr prompt. I'm sorry this one's taken me so long. I've been thinking about how I could write it for quite a while, and I just came up with this. This is a little... steamy. You can probably guess that by the name "Fantasy"

Admit it, you're basically asking for smut, so that's exactly what I'll give you, and I shall meet you all for a party in hell. :L :P Enjoy.

-Ellie.

He's sitting on the sofa when she comes out of her room, dolled up for the party downstairs. He glances at her as she enters, but finds he can't look away. She's wearing a tight black and pink dress. It's cut in a deep V neck over her chest, where his eyes linger for a moment, until she clears her throat. He looks up to her eyes, seeing a fiery anger in them. He smirks, loving when he gets to her.
"When you've quite finished, we have a party to go to." She glares at him and turns, walking towards the elevator. He watches her as she walks away, eyes lingering on her backside. She annoys the hell out of him, but damn, she's got a hot body, and the tight-fitting dress only compliments it even more.

When she turns around, she glares at him again, waiting by the elevator and tapping her foot impatiently. His eyes drift down to her ridiculously high stiletto, watching it tap against the wooden floor. He has no idea how she can wear shoes so high, but they definitely make her legs look great, so he's not gonna complain.

"Haymitch, come along."

He gets up and walks to join her at the elevators, and they head down to the party.

He spends the entire evening watching her, staring at her body in that dress. She catches his eye a few times, sometimes smirking at him, sometimes raising an eyebrow and sometimes giving him a look of disgust or annoyance, which he grins at, causing her to roll her eyes and look away again. Eventually, she approaches him, wanting to leave, so he accompanies her to the penthouse.

There's a small smirk on her face as they stand awkwardly in the elevator.

"See something you like tonight, Haymitch?" His eyebrows shoot up and he looks at her. She's glancing up at him, an almost seductive smile on her face. He grins at her.

"Not at all." She chuckles lightly.

"Sure." She laughs, not believing him in the slightest. He chuckles.

"Nice dress, sweetheart."

Her smile turns smug. As soon as the doors open, she disappears to her bedroom while Haymitch slouches on the sofa with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

The fact is, he definitely saw something he liked tonight, and he liked it a lot. Her body in that dress… sheesh. He thinks about how perfectly it clung to her curves and womanly features; He thinks about her backside, the tight fabric clinging to it just right; but, most of all, he thinks about how that v-neck showed just the right amount of cleavage - Not enough to make her look like a whore, but enough to tease, and definitely enough to leave a guy (or, more specifically, him) wanting a hell of a lot more. He's wondering what she looks like without the dress, when her door opens.

He jumps a little, startled at being pulled from his imagination. He glances up at her door and he thinks his heart stopped. Effie Trinket walks ever-so-casually out of her room wearing nothing but underwear - black and pink lacy underwear - with a light pink, silk robe hanging loosely open over her body. Her golden-blonde hair hangs just below her shoulders in loose curls. It looks so soft… He wants to touch it. She's wiped all make-up from her face, and she's gorgeous - classic beauty - looking like she could've come straight from District 1 with her pale skin, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He notes how smooth her creamy skin looks. He wonders what she tastes like.

He blinks a few times, wondering if he's fallen asleep and is dreaming, but he doesn't think he is. His eyes follow her as she crosses the room to the kitchen. She glances at him when she stops.

"Close your mouth, you perverted buffoon." He snaps his mouth shut, only just realizing it's even hanging open, but doesn't take his eyes off her. She gives him an annoyed look before reaching for the belt of her robe and tying it shut over her front. She makes a cup of tea quickly, and, giving Haymitch one last look of annoyance, escapes to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Pfft. Lady. He thinks. Lady, my ass.

He would bet any money that she's not so ladylike when she's on her back, screaming as a man pounds into her - now that is something he'd love to see… or feel… Her fingernails scraping down his back as she writhes underneath him… Her soft moans and mewls as he buries himself deep within her…

He shakes his head, trying to clear the images, and takes another gulp of his whiskey. Damn woman.

He goes to his room a little later, failing to get the image of the scantily-clad Escort out of his head. His dreams are different tonight - they aren't nightmares. He dreams of her.

There's a soft knock at his door.
"Come in." He murmurs, not really interested in visitors, especially this late at night.
She enters the room in that outfit - lacy underwear and a loosely draped robe.
"Haymitch." She purrs his name. He watches her curiously. "I couldn't sleep, Haymitch." She stalks across the room to him, eyes dark and making slow, taunting movements. He just watches, somehow unable to speak.
"Can I show you something, Haymitch?" His throat's dry. He nods.
"I saw you watching me. See something you like?" She repeats the line from elevator to him in a low, seductive purr. He just nods again. He can't speak. She reaches up to untie her robe, oh-so-slowly, holding his gaze all the while. He licks his lips, eyes darkening with lust. She stands at the foot of his bed.
"Come here." she whispers, beckoning him with her finger. He obliges, crawling to sit at the end of his bed, his feet on the floor. She moves to stand between his legs, swaying her hips as she does so. His heart races in his chest, frantic. She leans forward purposefully, so his face is in her chest. He resists the urge to attach his mouth to her skin, but he wants to taste her, so badly. She slides her hands down his arms, taking his hands in hers and lifting them up to her chest, placing them on her collarbone - near the edges of the robe. He gulps, finding his hands shaking, but not from a desire of alcohol. This is an entirely different form of desire. He feels his pants tighten.
"Take it off me, Haymitch." She leans to whisper into his ear, her lips and breath tickling the sensitive skin of his neck. His breath hitches in his throat as he follows her instructions, sliding his hands across her soft, delicate skin and pushing the robe away from her shoulders as he goes. She hums - a low hum of approval - causing a fresh wave of arousal to wash over his entire body.
She straightens up, pulling him with her. He stands in front of her, looking down into her lust-clouded eyes. She reaches up to touch his chest - he doesn't have a shirt on - sliding her hands slowly lower, teasing. He feels a spark of electric pleasure when she touches him through the fabric, and he can't stop the groan that escapes his lips. He watches her face as her eyes roam his torso - he's well toned, for an alcoholic of his age - and she licks her lips seductively, looking up at him through her lashes as she unbuttons his pants and pushes them to the floor, along with his boxers. He steps out of them and she pushes him back down onto the bed.
"Your turn." She smirks as she once again lifts his hands to her chest. He figures this is an invite, so he lurches forward, planting his mouth onto her skin, along with his hands. She giggles as he reaches around to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His hands roam her back and hips as he teases her breasts with his mouth, and she moans softly with every movement. He lets his hands push away her underwear - the last barrier between them - and reaches down to touch her.
"Oh… Haymitch…" she breathes as he gently teases her with his fingers.
He's grateful when she steps backwards, stepping out of her underwear and pushing him a little further back onto the bed. He watches her as she slowly straddles his lap, that seductive smile on her face still. He doesn't know how much longer he can go without feeling her on him, so it's a relief that things are moving forward. Her lips find his neck, lightly nipping and sucking her way up to his ear.
"I want you, Haymitch." Her voice, low and breathless in his ear, makes the desire unbearable. He groans in reply, but she claims his lips with hers hungrily, swallowing the sound.
His mind goes blank, yet races at the same time, when she lowers herself onto him, letting a wanton moan escape her lips.
"Haymitch…" She sighs, and when she begins to move, he can finally talk.
"Oh… fuck… Effie…" He groans into the skin of her neck as he marks her with his teeth. "Oh fuck…"
He's never felt such pleasure in all his life, and he's had enough women to have a good range. She clings to him, driving him deeper and faster inside her with every thrust.
"Haymitch…"
"Eff…"
"Haymitch…" her voice changes, sounding suddenly more urgent and concerned.
"Oh fuck, Effie."
"Haymitch…" the feeling starts to fade, replaced with the sensation of someone lightly shaking him. "Haymitch… Wake up…" Wait… wake up?

His eyes fly open. Effie sits at the side of his bed, one hand on the top of his arm, a concerned look on her face. When he meets her gaze, she looks away. He'd fallen asleep with the lamp on, so he can see a blush clear on her cheeks.

"Did you… um… Was it a nightmare?" She asks, embarrassed.

"No…" He replies. She bites her lip.

"I thought not…" Her eyes flicker around the room nervously, and he realizes she's trying to avoid glancing at his extremely noticeable, hardened member - clearly showing through the fabric of his pants. "Um… perhaps you should shower, or something?" Her eyes flicker to his crotch briefly, then back to his face. "Cool off…"
He holds her gaze as she bites her lip nervously. He takes in her appearance, and it certainly doesn't help him cool off. She's in the same outfit - the one from his dream… his fantasy.

"Effie… I… um…" He's not sure what he should say, but he's pretty sure she heard him groaning her name. It's clear in her blush - her generally flustered appearance.

"It's okay." She murmurs softly and hesitates, unsure whether to speak. "It was about me, wasn't it?" She whispers, blushing deeper. He figures there's no point denying it. He just looks away, a little guilty.

There's silence for a minute or so, before she speaks again.
"If you want… I mean… I wonder - if it might help, that is - I wonder if you might want to…" She hesitates, searching for the words. "Get it out of your system…" He looks up to her, a little shocked, and meets her eyes, noticing the slight fog of lust in them. Glancing down at her lips, he sees her tongue peek out to wet them slightly, before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth again.

"Are you serious?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. She nods.
"Yes." She gently slides her hand down his arm. "I've had dreams about you before. The difference is, I don't usually talk in my sleep."
"Really?" He feels his heart beat faster from her touch.
"Yes. So if we've both had dreams of each other… we might as well both take this opportunity to-"
He doesn't let her finish. He lurches forward and claims her lips with his, kissing her hungry. She returns the kiss eagerly, pushing him back down onto the bed as he pulls her on top of him. He takes in everything about her - her touch, her taste, her scent… everything - and realizes that this time, it's not a fantasy.

No, this is 100% real.