Hey guys!
So I started writing this yesterday, intending it to be a longer chapter, and... this happened.
I don't even know what to say. This is the first time I've written something like this, and I'm not sure whether people will like it or not! So please, review this and tell me whether you like it!
I jumped ahead to the 74th Games, as I got bored with the pre-Hunger Games stuff!
WARNING: If you don't like lemons, run for the hills right now!

Effie

Three years passed in an unnervingly fast fashion. Haymitch and I had a civil relationship, nothing too intimate. I wanted to talk to him, but every time I went to talk to him, he would ignore me, either going to his room or turning to the bottle. After a while of this happening, I grew stubborn, and didn't bother talking to him, waiting for him to come and apologize to me. There was no need to talk, really. Both of our sets of tributes for the 72nd and 73rd Hunger Games didn't make it past the first day.

I knew that I had ruined our relationship, and the pain of losing Haymitch was there, every single day and night when I wasn't with him.

I didn't start a relationship with Seneca, although we did get closer. I told him that I was focussing on my work too much, which was true. But there was the other part of me that still missed Haymitch and knew that no-one, not even the Head Gamemaker, could replace him in my heart.

On the morning of the reaping of the Seventy-Fourth Annual Hunger Games, I decided to do something that I hadn't done in two years. I went to his house before the reaping.

Something in me wanted to talk to him, wanted to get it all out in the open so that we could start again. I was so stubborn for wanting him to come and apologize to me, which only succeeded in pushing him further away.

I knocked at the door tentatively, and waited. When no answer came, I knocked again.

I waited for five minutes, and then decided to go in anyway. I would probably find him passed out on the floor.

However, when I walked inside, I didn't see him at all.

"Haymitch?" I called brightly, as if nothing had happened between us and I was paying him a visit.

I heard some thumping from upstairs, and then he appeared in the living room.

I was gobsmacked by his attire. He wasn't wearing anything, aside from a towel wrapped round his waist. He ran his fingers through his wet hair, and gave me a confused look.

"What are you doing here, Princess?"

At least he was calling me something now.

"I'm here to make sure you get ready for the reaping, but I see I'm not needed here. You showered."

"Not really. Just washed my hair. It was getting disgusting. I was about to put on something when you burst in." He said, offhandedly.

"Well, at least you're making the effort."

What was I doing, talking about washing his hair like this? I should be talking about what I came here to talk about.

"Look Haymitch, about what happened that year... I'm sorry. About the kiss, I'm truly sorry. I was so confused about everything, about how I felt for you and about the Talia thing. I needed a way to... vent, I guess. But I instantly regretted it. I really did. And going through these past three years and two Hunger Games without talking to you had been absolute torture. I... I still love you. I was just stubborn, thinking that I hadn't really done anything wrong. But I had, and I'm sorry for that."

I finished talking and watched his expression. He looked confused, and then a flicker of disappointment passed through his eyes. My heart sank.

"Say something then." I mumbled, looking at him.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out. He walked over to the table, grabbed a bottle, and took a swig. With the encouragement of the alcohol burning through him, he spoke.

"Eff, I know that you didn't mean it. I wasn't avoiding you for that reason."

"Then why?" I asked, but suddenly I knew it. Haymitch had told me before.

"Because you could get hurt." He said simply, knowing that I knew.

"I don't care, Haymitch, I don't. These past three years have taught me that. A life without you is a half life. You make me... better, I suppose. And I know I make you a better person." I winked at him, and he laughed. "I've never been so comfortable around a man before. And you're the only man who had ever seen me without all this." I gestured to my outfit and wig, which were a very pretty combination of spring green and pink.

"You look much better without all that, sweetheart." He said, grinning. "But I can't, Effie. I can't get close to anyone. What happened between us made me realise that. "

"We did it before! We kept it a secret before!" I burst out.

"Yes, but this year may not be as easy. The Capitol is cracking down. They're getting very worried about the potential for rebellion. They've set up monitoring systems in the apartments now. Don't ask me how I know, I just do."

"Then we'll hide more! We'll talk in the shower, or talk in whispers, or something like that!" I said, throwing my hands up. Why couldn't he see that I wanted to be with him, no matter what?

"Talking in the shower, eh? Would that be with or without our clothes on?" He grinned, winking at me.

"Gosh, Haymitch, isn't it obvious? Without! We don't want to get our clothes wet, do we?" I walked closer to him, so that I was so close to his chest. I still had to look up at him, despite my heels. Something within me liked this trail of conversation, a warm feeling started to pool in my stomach.

"No, of course we don't. Silly me." He murmured, a small rumbling in his throat, and then kissed me hard.

I kissed him back, roughly grabbing fistfuls of his hair and trying to wrap my legs around him. I succeeded in the end, and Haymitch started walking until my back hit a wall. I was too busy kissing him to try and work out which wall we were on.

I clung to him tightly, not wanting to let go. Relief rang through me, he did want me after all! My hand trailed down to rest on his inner thigh, lightly grazing his already growing bulge.

"Effie, god." Haymitch whispered against my lips, and then moved his head downward to kiss my neck. I groaned, trying to get him to kiss me more. He kissed down to the hollow of my throat, and then met my collar. He leant back, puzzled, and then looked me in the eyes, remembering something.

"Do you want to do this?" He asked, concern in his eyes.

I knew what he was asking, was I comfortable with this?

"Yes, I do. Like I said, I feel comfortable around you. Keep going." I spoke huskily, arousal getting the better of me. I told myself that I would have sex again when I was ready. Being here with Haymitch now reassured me. I was ready.

He started to unbutton my dress at the back, kissing my neck as he did so. I marvelled at his ability to work out Capitol fashions, but Haymitch could work out anything, so I wasn't surprised.

He finally got it all unbuttoned, and I had to unhook my legs so the dress could fall to the floor. It pooled around my feet, leaving me in my lingerie. Haymitch's eyes went as wide as saucers as he took in my lacy pink corset and underwear.

"God, you know how to make an impression." He growled, kissing me hard again. His hands fumbled at my corset, trying to unhook it. I helped, my need for him making me rush.

As soon as he had got my corset undone, his hands were at my breasts, his fingers making light trails around them. I gasped at the sensations; no-one had made me feel like this before. His head lowered to my left nipple, and he took it into his mouth.

I moaned loudly, causing him to laugh throatily from below me. My fingers clasped his hair, trying to push him closer to me.

His hands roamed lower as his mouth did the work. He slipped his fingers into my underwear, causing my lower regions to throb uncontrollably. One finger started rubbing against my clit, and the other dipped inside of me.

"You're wet." He stated, smiling against my breast.

"All for you." I purred, which provoked a growl of pleasure from his throat.

Haymitch pulled down my underwear and moved lower. He knelt down before me and looked up into my eyes. I watched him, unsure of what he was about to do.

He leant in and placed his mouth against me. I cried out at the pleasurable sensations, and my legs almost gave out from under me. His tongue worked its way around my lower areas, rubbing my clit furiously. I moaned, clinging onto his hair in desperation.

"Haymitch! I need you!" I cried out, and he stopped.

He rose up, and grinned. "Do the honours then." He gestured to his towel.

I ripped it off eagerly, and he laughed. Before I could look at him, he grabbed me and carried me upstairs, a finger slipping inside of me as he walked. I leant my head back, lost to the world around me. I didn't even care that the reaping was soon, all I cared about was the man looming above me.

We got to his room, which was surprisingly clean, and he threw me onto the bed. I giggled as he crawled across the bed to me, and finally got a look at him.

He was huge. Probably larger than the boy who had raped me. But he was a boy, and Haymitch was a man. I gazed at him longingly. But he wasn't going to oblige me just yet.

He started kissing all the way down my body, ending up at my vagina. He kissed and licked all around me, lapping at my juices. The noises that were coming from my mouth seemed to be unnatural, but in another sense, they seemed as old as time itself.

As he was kissing his way back up my body, I reached out and grabbed him. He nearly fell on top of me, a loud groan emanating from his mouth. I began to rub him slowly, and he growled like a feral animal. I giggled, watching his face as I pleasured him.

"Stop teasing me, woman." He growled, looking down at me, amusement written on his face.

I stuck my tongue out at him, and he laughed.

"Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in assent. I was so ready.

He lowered himself into me. After so many years of avoiding sex, I was tight, and I felt the burn of my body stretching to accommodate him. But Haymitch was gentle, kissing me softly on the lips and stimulating my breasts to keep me pleasured while I adjusted.

When I was ready, I moved my hips. He started moving his, and a new type of pleasure rung out within me. His rubbing inside of me created such pleasure that I moaned softly.

He suddenly pulled my legs up so they were hooked over his shoulders. With this change of angle came better sensations, he was hitting me in just the right place. I could tell that he had done this before.

I could feel the pleasure rising higher and higher, along with Haymitch's quickening thrusts. I clung to his arms as he slammed inside of me. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me, wonder on his face. Our eyes locked, grey with blue, as our bodies merged with each other, creating a pleasure that I had never felt before.

Suddenly, the pleasure reached a peak, and I cried out Haymitch's name loudly, digging my nails into his flesh. I had to shut my eyes then, breaking the contact, as my body contracted around him.

The squeezing of my walls around him must have sent Haymitch over the edge, as he began to spasm in my arms.

"Effie! Oh god!" He called, and I felt him release within me.

When he was completely spent, he fell on top of me, and rolled over onto the bed beside me. We were both panting, coming down from our highs.

My fingers reached out and found his. I wrapped my fingers around his, and sighed, contentedly.

"Wow. That was amazing." Haymitch whispered in my ear, and I laughed.

"Yes, it was." I rolled over on top of him and kissed him softly.

Suddenly, the clock chiming brought me back to my senses. It was only half an hour until the reaping!
"Shit!" I swore, jumping off Haymitch and running to grab my clothes. With Haymitch's help, I managed to make myself look presentable.

"I have to go and meet the mayor. We'll finish this later." I promised, giving him a kiss.

"I can't wait." He grinned.

"Make sure you're at the reaping, okay?" I reminded him.

"I'll be there, sweetheart. Don't worry about that." He winked at me, gave me another kiss, and then let me go.

I literally ran down to the Justice Building, feeling oddly empty without Haymitch by my side. The Mayor was waiting there, looking out over the constructions that were being put up.

"Ah, there you are, Miss Trinket." He said, looking me up and down.

"Good morning, Mayor Undersee! I'm sorry that I was late, I had to wrestle Mr Abernathy out of bed, it was quite time-consuming." I breezed, not totally lying.

The Mayor and I talked for a while, until it was time to start the reaping.

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