A/N thank you for the prompt! Enjoy:)

I love your writing so much! You're so talented. Keep writing. Prompt: Haymitch and Effie have to share a room/bed at the penthouse. Please kinda funny and smutty!

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Prompt: Effie and Haymitch have to share Effie's bed on the Victors' tour. There's a leak or something right above Haymitch's.

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Drip. Drip. Drip. Water- or some sort of likewise liquid- teased it's way out from a crack above Haymitch's ceiling and onto his leg, running down his shin and resting on his already partially sodden mattress.

He sighed, although it was more of a grunt. Sleep never invited him in at the best of times, never mind when he was getting colder by the minute. The icy water droplets seemed to pick up speed, the pool increasing as he just lay there. An aggravated groan escaped him once more and he stood up. In merely his boxers but too annoyed to care, he walked out of his room in search of a warm, hot bed.

Striding down the hall to the end door, Haymitch opened it. Creaking, the opened space revealed a very feminine room. Perfume bottles splayed all over the mahogany dresser, the mirror glistening and catching the light reflected from the dimly lit hallway. Of course, the room was fairly dark. He smelled a floral scent and became dizzy with it; intoxicated almost.

A shuffle in the bed fit for a queen next to him caused him to jolt and step back slightly.

'Oh right.' He thought. 'The whole "can I sleep with you tonight" situation'

He slowly crept over to where the shadow was sleeping soundly. A soft sigh escaped their lips' and they drowned themselves in more duvet- snuggling in. Although he couldn't see, Haymitch imagined them to have a content smile on their face. He was jealous, jealous of the angelic dreams which some people had when he had to battle his demons, not only in the nightmares, but often during the day.

As his body was slowly crumbling with exhaustion he decided to interrupt the figurine's perfect dreams. In the blackness he spotted the outline of what resembled a lamp. Switching it on to allow the small light to illuminate the room, he paused as he caught sight of the, newly revealed woman, in the bed. He stepped back, shocked at her beauty. Natural blonde hair cascading to just below her bare shoulder blades; framing her structured face perfectly. Her eyebrows were shaped and her eyelashes long and curled. With a few freckles splashed across her nose and high cheeks- it gave her a look of, not imperfection, but of a human. They let him know she was real.

The woman sighed again, mumbling in her sleep. Haymitch was right. A beautiful smile on pink lips was there, and it didn't seem to be going away.

"Mmm, yes," she mumbled. "Keep going,"

Keep going? What was she dreaming about? He supposed it could've been anything.

Suddenly her legs fell apart from under the covers. Her smile changed to an 'o' shape and her breath hitched in her throat. She moaned again and the smile returned that Haymitch was already missing. As her moans became more frequent, her smile became wider- eventually showing her pearly teeth.

Just watching her, Haymitch felt himself get more hot. He felt obliged to wake her, and honestly he felt like a pervert just stood here watching the mystery woman. On the other hand, would it not be selfish to take her away from her dream when she was enjoying it so much? This was the argument that was currently winning in his mind.

The dream was nearly over now, he could tell. Her fingers were gripping the side of her bed.

"Oo! Haymitch!" She moaned softly, still in her dream state. His eyes grew wide, she was dreaming about him? All sleep now gone from his body, he felt he had no other option than to wake her.

"Hey. Hey, wake up!" He shook her slightly. Not enough to alarm her, but enough to bring her back to reality.

"Hmm?" Her eyes slowly fluttered open, eyelashes hitting the bottom of her brows as she opened and closed them repeatedly. "Ahhh! HAYMITCH!" She screamed suddenly, capitol accent think and recognisable.

Effie?! The woman in the bed was Effie Trinket?! No way. Haymitch didn't know if to be pleased or creeped out. Either way he was confused- how could someone so beautiful screech like a parrot?

Effie pulled up the covers to her neck, only revealing her bare face.

"Whatever could you want in order to wake me at ungodly hours of the morning?!" She hissed glancing at her clock. It read '3:45'

"I need to sleep with you," he smirked.

Her mouth dropped. "Keep your sexual thoughts about me to yourself!"

Refraining from saying anything about HER sexual fantasies, Haymitch chuckled.

"Calm down Princess. My room's got a leak above the bed, it's impossible to sleep."

"So why my room?" She asked slowly.

He hadn't thought of that. Out of all the rooms on the train- stylist and prep team alike- why had he chosen her room?

He shrugged, unable to answer her question. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Fine," she patted the spare side next to her. "But I swear Haymitch: you try ANYTHING-"

"I won't, I just want to sleep,"

She nodded and scooted over. He climbed in, freezing muscular legs meeting hot smooth ones. She gasped.

"You're not wearing much, really Haymitch!" She scolded, Effie's manners were not yet gone.

"I don't sleep in much, and neither do you by the looks of it," he lifted an eyebrow. Her underwear was nice and revealing, but still- there was very little of it.

She looked down.

"Alright enough. Sleep now," she yawned as if proving a point. He nodded, reaching over to switch off the lamp. Some of his skin touched some of hers. He didn't know which part of their bodies, he just knew the effect it had.

Their faces were in close proximity. Haymitch could smell her breath, and she smelt like strawberries. He leaned in and their lips brushed; testing the waters. Effie responded by pulling him in for more. Pent up sexual tension in a passion fit all at once.

He pulled away and whispered "Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed,"

Turning around Effie smiled. Perhaps tomorrow morning would be interesting, to say the least.