A/N I already put this on tumblr but forgot to upload it on here so... here you go! Leave a review and maybe a prompt!;) enjoy!:) P.S this is the only way I could imagine Effie to be a virgin, hope you don't mind!

Prompt: I've never read a fic where Effie is a virgin and tells Haymitch, so... ;)

There's no church in District 12

Once they had collided there was no stopping them. Chest on chest, lips on lips; their tongues darting out and reaching what they could. It was hectic and it was sloppy but the alternative was crying, or in Haymitch's case- destroying even more of his liver.

After all, what else were they to do when yet another pair of tributes died in the blood bath. He had specifically told them to 'not go to the cornucopia'. Why did kids always think they knew best?

So now here they were. The escort and the mentor. Hatred and sexual tension pent up for the last 5 years as they explored each other's bodies in a burst of lust.

Effie's lips were smudged as they drew for a breath, panting. Her wig was also lopsided, but not enough so that could see her natural hair. Haymitch found himself disappointed. She ripped at his shirt, like they did in the movies, and half his buttons popped off in the process.

"Slow down, Princess. I'd just got that shirt,"

"Sorry," she said huskily as she dropped her couture dress on the floor. "I'll buy you a new one,"

He simply shook his head and got on with the task of removing his trousers and throwing them somewhere. She took of her tights, but then put her heels back on. He smirked; mind going wild picturing fantasises. Effie smiled sheepishly as Haymitch took her body in. She was gorgeous, but she looked too fragile. No bruises or blemishes. Not even a scratch. How did she stay so perfect so to speak?

They rushed into a kiss again, he placed a hand on her breast and squeezed softy. Effie squealed in delight as her hands wandered down to feel the entirety of his toned torso. Haymitch's fingers slowly wandered down her flat stomach; emitting goosebumps from her skin. When he reached her underwear, he dipped a finger under the waistband before-

"Haymitch. Stop." She said.

"What? What is it?!" He asked, impatiently.

"I have to tell you something," she said timidly.

Haymitch furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine. It's just... I'm a catholic," she admitted. Not that her religion was shameful, but at the current moment in time, it's rules were.

"What's that?" Haymitch asked, "is it a code name for something?..."

"No, Haymitch. It's a Christian, you know, like a religion," he shook his head, unsure of what she was saying. She sighed. "I believe in God, basically, and what we're doing now. I've never done before..."

"Effie just say it in words I can understand please," he was getting bored now, he just needed her.

"I'm a virgin," she said.

"But you're like... 26 years old," Haymitch said slowly.

Her eyes widened. "I'm 24!" She snapped before composing herself. "I just don't believe in pre-marital sex,"

"Why the hell not?!"

"Because sex is for procreation," Effie tried her best to stay calm, although Haymitch was getting frustrated and the situation was embarrassing for her. It's not as if she hadn't been able to loose it, there had been plenty of times. But her religion won out each time; including now.

"Procreating? As in- children?" Haymitch asked.

She nodded. He sighed, "oh,"

They said nothing for a while, putting their clothes back on.

"I'm sorry," Effie said suddenly. "for leading you on."

"Don't worry about it," Haymitch said quickly. "This never happened, got it?" She nodded. "Good,"

But as he reached for another bottle, Effie couldn't help but feel guilty, after all, what's a God to him? Falsehood she supposed.