A/N: thanks for the prompt! This story went quite mature, hope you don't mind! You can probably find a picture of the tattoo mentioned somewhere on tumblr:) enjoy:)

Prompt: Effie has a tattoo and Haymitch is determined to find where. HIT: sexy place, like her hip or pelvis. Thanks for writing. You're awesome! :)

"Effie, would you ever dye your skin?" Venia asked from across the table, her eyes obviously wandering down what little of the escort's body was on show over the wood furniture. Dinner utensils clinked as knife and fork met on the place, drinks were sipped and slurped and fine, capitol food was still being swallowed. Only the finest for district 12 tonight- rejoicing Katniss and Peeta's victory a few hours earlier.

"No, I don't actually find it all that attractive..." Effie answered. She didn't find it attractive at all but Venia seemed to be considering the idea for herself lately, she thought it rude to voice her true opinion.

"Oh really? I think you'd suit pastel colours- pink, blue, green," Venia continued to name all the colours Effie would look good in. To Effie's dismay, this appeared to be the entire rainbow.

"No. Thank-you Venia, but I like my skin the way it is," Effie smiled kindly. Venia smiled back.

"I'm not too keen on it myself," Portia added. "Or that operation they do on the eyes to change the colour-"

"Iris switchers?" Cinna asked.

"-that's the one!" Portia clicked her fingers in a eureka rush. "Disgusting, could make you blind according to latest news,"

"Oo, I like that! I was thinking to go for a deep purple," Venia said.

Effie swallowed. The thought of surgery made her feel slightly queasy, she would never get any plastic surgery. There were so many things that could go wrong, plus, sometimes they looked too fake; obvious.

"Don't," Effie said quickly. "Don't do anything to yourself. Please." Everyone noticed the almost begging tone in Effie's voice.

"Alright," Venia said slowly.

Quick to move onto something else, Portia injected another topic into conversation.

"What about tattoos?" Portia asked. "Do you approve of those Euphemia?" Haymitch, who had been absent for the whole dinner conversation, suddenly snickered at her name.

Effie shot him a glare. "I like them actually. Little ones only on girls though, and you shouldn't show it off." Effie said to Portia.

"Do you have one?" Portia asked, smirking. Effie went slightly red, embarrassed blush creeping on her cheeks.

"Um-"

"You do, don't you!" Portia gasped with glee. Cinna raised an eyebrow and Haymitch frowned slightly.

"Oo, what is it?!" Venia asked, obviously excited.

"As if, you got a tattoo! You're miss prim and proper," Portia mimicked her accent on the last part. They were from different sides of the capitol after all, they had different accents. Effie the more-high class, rich side. Portia the working class, but still well off.

"Can I see it?" Haymitch asked. He was smiling now, but smugly.

"Haymitch! Really," Effie clicked her tongue. "You have no manners. To answer your question- no, you cannot,"

"I'll find a way princess," he winked and she gulped.

As dinner moved on and over, Effie couldn't shake the feeling of district 12's oldest Victor's eyes roaming her body, searching for her piece of body art.

Smelling fresh and feeling clean from her shower, Effie exited the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy white towel. Blonde hair dropping to her shoulder blades, natural wavy curls fallen back into place after an affair with the hair dryer. Humming a soft tune, Effie put on navy blue underwear, the set perfectly matched. As she dropped the towel onto her clean carpet, she laughed slightly as she caught sight of her new tattoo. What she had been thinking was lost to her. Although secretly, she really liked it- a homage to her first victory as an escort.

Looking in the mirror she smiled. Fingers traced down the valley of her bra-covered breasts her stomach and outlined her figure. Her fingers stopped touching her skin upon reaching her knickers. They danced around her smooth thighs instead, creamy skin soft as a cloud. Her fingers crept into her inner thigh slowly, as if they had a mind of their own. Gliding them over the material of her underwear- she felt her sparking up, an electric feeling showered over her and she shivered. She got a tattoo and know she was about to do this, a teenagers act? Effie had no idea what was happening to her today.

Settling on her bed, she crept under the covers. Opening her legs, she let her fingers work slowly before increasing speed. Moaning and gasping Effie tried to keep her noises as quiet as possible, the thought of someone seeing her made her stomach flip.

Walking down the train, unfortunately too sober for his taste, Haymitch was determined to find Effie's tattoo. He arrived at her door, hearing what he thought, just couldn't be. Unless she had Cinna in there, but Haymitch was pretty sure the stylist was in the living room. Everyone was. Swearing he had just been hearing things, he burst into the escort's room without knocking. The sight he saw was unlike anything he could ever imagine. Effie panting and writhing on her bed, grinding up against her own seemingly talented fingers. She let out a small moan and arched her back. Haymitch's mouth was agape, this was golden.

"Hey princess, came to see your tattoo like you said," he said cockily and cooly.

"HAYMITCH!" Effie screamed. She scrambled underneath the covers, closing her legs and pulling her hands out, reaching for the duvet to pull to her shoulders. "GET OUT!"

"Not until you show me your tattoo," he retorted.

Effie sighed and slowly but shyly got up from her bed. Haymitch glanced down at her, and took the time to stare openly at her fingers.

"Not. A. Word," she hissed. "And I swear, if you say anything about this to anyone-"

"I won't for now, but it's good to have something against you," Haymitch winked. Effie groaned. "I saw it princess, I don't need another," Effie's eyes widened in shock.

"If I show you this tattoo, you leave now and never say a word."

Haymitch threw his hands in the air and she rolled her eyes.

She reached for the strap of her knickers and pulled them down slightly.

"Woah Sweethea-"

"Shut up, it's no-where rude, you just can't see all of it. I'm not taking them off,"

Surely, Effie revealed what appeared to be the rest of two small black arrows, parallel and next to her hip bone; one facing away from her body and one pointing towards her more intimate area. The arrow tips were the same, as were the length of them- however they had different vanes. One, two big triangular points, one filled in black, the other just outlined. The opposite arrow had a spiked vane, much like pine tree needles. Haymitch had to admit they looked good, classy and not too much.

"They look good,"

"Thanks," Effie said coldly.

"Any reason for the arrows?" Haymitch asked. Then it clicked. "Wait, when did you get these?"

"Earlier, so they're still sore. I got one for Peeta and one for Katniss. And if you're going to say something snarky or rude can you please get it over with now?" Effie looked sheepish all of a sudden.

Haymitch looked into her unaltered blue eyes and tried to put on the most sincere look he had ever given her.

"I actually like them. Means you actually care for the kids if you've got that on your hip forever," Haymitch smirked. Effie simply nodded.

He turned around to leave. "Oh and by the way Princess," he said over his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Have fun,"