A/N: thank you for all your prompts! Keep 'em coming! Please note that I won't be able to update everyday because I have exams but I will still post a load. Enjoy:)

Original prompt: I really love how you write cinna and portia! Please could you do a one shot where effie and portia drag cinna and haymitch shopping but haymitch becomes very distracted when effie is picking out lingere and portia teases Haymitch. Thank you, your work is great!:)

Good things come to those who wait

"Remind me why we're here again," Haymitch hissed to Cinna, who simply laughed in response. The shopping centre was far too busy for Haymitch's liking; a flurry of colours and flamboyance rushed past him, sometimes often hitting him with their bulging shopping bags.

"Well, I need new fabrics anyway, so I thought it would be best if I came with Effie and Portia. I think you're here for the drinks Effie offered to keep in stock back up in the penthouse. Realistically though, I think you're actually here to hold her bags," Cinna replied to his previous question.

"I didn't think it would be this bad!" Haymitch complained. "Where have they gone, anyway?" He searched around for the escort and stylist to no avail.

"There," Cinna pointed to some shouts and wolf whistles, immediately followed by the clicks and flashes of a few cameras.

Haymitch grunted. He despised the press, they were over him like leeches once he'd won the games. Rumours would spread like wildfire whenever they were around. Haymitch found another benefit of alcohol was becoming a famous, 'disgusting drunkard from district 12'. The reporters and newspapers no longer wanted anything to do with him, leaving his demons and himself to battle in peace.

Effie however, from what he could see, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her publicity. Portia smiled at the cameras, but even her surgically whitened teeth could not match the bright aura of Effie. She posed for a couple of photos before entering the next designer shop. After realising she wasn't coming out for some time, the paparazzi started to wander off- leaving Effie to shop in peace. A privilege they seemed unable to grant Haymitch.

"We better follow them. They'll want us-well, me-in there," Cinna said, pulling Haymitch out of his thoughts. He swore he heard Cinna sigh slightly, maybe he was bored of this shopping shit too.

"Why do they need new clothes anyway?! It's not like they haven't got about 3 wardrobes full already, they could dress the entire population of district 12!" Haymitch spat out the latter part of that sentence with bitterness. Those in the capitol had plenty- yet they still wanted more. That would be part of their eventual downfall.

"Fashion," Cinna stated simply as they arrived at the door of the small boutique, of which Effie and Portia had entered. Of course, Haymitch thought, how could he have forgotten.

"My apologies," Haymitch said, sarcastically, Cinna just smiled, humoured. "So are we going in then?" The quicker he got this over with, the quicker he could get back to the penthouse; where he would be saved of this near torture.

"We? As in, both of us?" Cinna looked at the former victor as if he'd gone mad.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I, I've been in every other godforsaken shop in this damn place,"

"Oh, no reason," Cinna tried to hide his creeping smirk, but failed. "Come on then, like you said the quicker we are..."

"The quicker we get done," Haymitch nodded, confirming Cinna's unfinished sentence.

Still smiling as they entered, Cinna hoped this were to be as funny as he were imagining.

"Portia! Help me!" Effie was practically tearing her wig off in annoyance. What use was having a best friend as a stylist, if she couldn't help you style outfits? Particularly since Effie needed new underwear to match the outfit Portia had specifically chosen.

"What's the matter?" Portia called from the other side of the shop.

"Come here, please?!" Effie was indecisive- the corset or the bra? The lace or the silk? She was becoming desperate for Portia's help.

"What is it?"

"Which ones?!"

"Just... Try them all on," Effie swore she saw Portia gulp and fidget slightly.

Effie sighed, "fine,"

The tinkle of the bell signalled the arrival of bag clad boys. Cinna immediately saw Portia and Effie and strode over to where they were, Haymitch behind him.

The district 12 victor couldn't help but notice the type of clothing this shop was selling. He could walk no-where without accidentally touching a bra, or brushing past a pair of knickers. He gulped, if the girls, particularly Effie, were trying these on... His mind immediately jumped into the sewage. Oh god.

Upon finally reaching his fellow occupants of the penthouse, he witnessed Effie walk into one of the changing rooms, holding many a garments- all looking equally as sexy as the other. His brain was already racing with things he'd do to her, and he hadn't even seen her yet. Why was he thinking this? It wasn't as if he found Effie remotely fuck-able. Sure, she had a really great body, and he supposed her face could be pretty underneath all that paint; but there was just something about her. Perhaps it was her screechy voice, dripping with capitol accent. However, deep down Haymitch knew it wasn't that. Undoubtedly, her accent could be incredibly seductive. He was probably unable to sleep with her due to the reason he held respect for Effie, although he would never admit that aloud.

Portia nudged Haymitch, with a smile on her face, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Hope you enjoy the show," she winked.

Cinna shook his head and chuckled. "You should have waited outside when you had the chance,"

"This is Effie we're talking about. I'll be fine," he assured.

"Portia, I really don't know! What do you think?" Effie walked out of her changing room, still in her heels but wearing little else. Her corset pushed up her breasts and hugged her figure. The knickers she was wearing were peachy, to match the corset's design. Not skin colour peachy, but more of a pinky. Nonetheless, although 'Capitol' was written all over it, Haymitch found it instantly aroused. He gulped and ignored the shoots of testosterone travelling below. Keeping his breathing at what he replicated as the normal pace, he couldn't help but look Effie up and down as she chatted with Portia about what worked well and what didn't. However, much to his dismay, but also his relief, Effie retreated back to the changing rooms.

"Great! Can we go now?" Haymitch asked, trying not to sound breathless from the less than decent scenarios about the escort he'd imagined.

"No sorry, she's just got to try on one more thing. Then I promise we can go. You can take a cold shower, or... Relieve yourself. Whatever," Portia said with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He snapped back.

"Of course you don't. You can't look at Effie and not imagine her like that, she's just too hypnotising," Portia said, more kindly this time. "But try and hide your boner, she's freak,"

Haymitch just laughed at that. A response was ready on his lips when Effie walked out again, seemingly more self-aware now. Perhaps she'd noticed him, perhaps she hadn't. Either way she was making quite an effort to only look at Portia. Discussing wether to buy the corset or the current bra she was wearing.

It was primarily black with peach details. The lace on it matched the knickers she was wearing, and it did the same job as the corset- her breasts were more defined. He was no fashionista, but he knew the bra set worked better than the corset. He may have also liked the way her flat stomach, with creamy white skin hit the light and caught his eye. His mind wandered again, before a slap on the shoulder quickly roused him.

"Come on, time to go, sorry," Portia said. "Perhaps she'll model some more for me, and I'll invite you next time,"

"Spare me," Haymitch spat. And Portia threw her hands up, seeing as they were free due to Cinna having them all.

"Just saying," she laughed and went to speak to Cinna about something. Probably him.

Effie walked out of the changing rooms, sheepishly. Haymitch grinned at her.

"Nice bod-"

"Save it Haymitch. I can't believe you came in!" She sneered at him.

"Wouldn't have missed that for the world,"

She glared at him.

"Portia said you'd be modelling for her soon. Can't wait to see it," he smirked.

"You won't be seeing it,"

"Portia said she'd invite me, after all- good things come to those who wait,"

Effie huffed and shoved the lingerie bag into his arms, walking off at rapid speed, requesting to Cinna and Portia that they all needed to leave now- Haymitch had waited long enough for his alcohol.