A/N hello, it's me! Sorry it's been a while, but I had exams:( anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter and feel free to leave me a Hayffie or a Seneffie prompt in my tumblr ask box! (My URL is in the summary. Enjoy! P.S it gets a bit heated but nothing too muchXD

Prompt: Haymitch and Effie play 7 minutes in heaven.

Just a game, sweetheart.

"I'm bored!"

Effie's whining had been going on for a good 10 minutes now, nearing 15 as a matter of fact. Her moaning was not unlike a child's and Haymitch couldn't resist a roll of his tired eyes- old and weary.

"We know Princess, you've told us an infinite amount of times,"

She sighed. "Well, do you have any suggestions to cure my boredom?"

Haymitch tried to hide a small smirk which graced his lips. He certainly had a few ideas, but he was certain miss prim and proper would not approve of.

Portia caught his eye and laughed. "We could play a game?" She suggested mischievously.

Effie tutted, "how old are we, 12?" Her posh accent and mannerism gave the impression she would do no such thing.

"You can play worse games when you're 12, Trinket. If you're lucky enough to get chosen that is," Haymitch said solemnly. Effie gulped, guilt creeping up from inside her gut; instantaneously making her feel nauseous. She couldn't meet his steely gaze, so she merely coughed.

Diffusing the tension Portia said, "it's not that kind of game, more one that teenagers play!" She explained.

Both Effie and Haymitch looked confused as Cinna sniggered and Venia and Flavius grinned.

"What do you mean?..." Haymitch asked. The only games he'd played as a teenager were, well, the ones he'd rather forget.

"Ever heard of '7 minutes in heaven?'" Portia grinned, and everyone apart from the escort and mentor laughed.

"No," they said simultaneously. Portia laughed.

"Basically, you get a bottle-" Portia indicated to the empty bottle Haymitch had placed on the table earlier that evening. "-spin it twice. The two people it lands on have to go into a room for 7 minutes, no interruptions, and then someone walks in no matter what they're doing when the time's up." She explained.

Effie's face supported a look of disgust. "I never played that as a teenager!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah well, you were a prude so..." Portia said.

"The other day you called me a slut!"

"You were. You were kind of both? Like, you got around a bit, but you never really went to parties and stuff,"

"Oh right. Brilliant," Effie sighed.

"I would've totally destroyed you if I had the chance. Then and now," Venia said to her, gazing down her body.

"Thank-you?..." Effie said uncertainly. Honestly, she had no idea if that was a compliment or an offer.

"Anyway so are we playing or what?" Portia asked, setting the bottle on the table ready to spin.

"Hold on, you get to do whatever you want in the room for 7 minutes?" Haymitch asked. Portia nodded.

"Yeah,"

"I get the feeling since it's a teenager thing, it's supposed to be sexual- am I right?"

Portia smirked and tapped her nose. "You got it,"

Haymitch smiled.

Portia looked at an uncomfortable Effie. "You playing gorgeous?" She asked her and Effie scoffed at the moniker as she always did.

"No, it sounds vulgar and uncouth." She said, accent dripping with an upbringing of high class and etiquette.

"Please? Come on, it'll be fun," Portia pleaded.

Effie let out yet another sigh. "Fine," Oh, if her mother could see her now...

"Good. Now let's begin!" Portia span the green bottle, it's colour catching the light- hypnotising everyone in the room, it's neck deciding it's target.

"Effie," the escort was dying inside. Of course it would be her. Brilliant.

Portia set it going again, the finger of the bottle pointing towards herself. "And... Me," Portia grinned. "Get ready for the time of your life gorgeous,"

"So... wait. I'm confused," Effie admitted. "What do we do now?"

"Go into that room for 7 minutes and then come out,"

"But we do we do in the room? I'm not fingering you!" Effie immediately smacked her hands across her mouth at her accusation. Portia's eyebrows flew up, and Haymitch leaned in closer to hear every word of the conversation.

"I never asked you to," Portia burst into laughter. "Lighten up gorgeous, we can just talk if you want?"

Effie felt the air enter her lungs once more. She nodded slowly as she entered the closet with Portia and shut the door firmly behind her.

"I hate every inch of your being for suggesting this horrid game!" Effie whispered harshly.

"You love me. Now, since you won't do anything fun, I get to ask you some questions,"

Effie tilted her head to the side. "What kind of questions?..." She said slowly.

"Fun ones," Portia replied, a smirk etched onto her face.

Effie rolled her eyes. Of course, undoubtedly, Portia could never pass up an opportunity to embarrass or sexualise Effie.

"I get to ask you some too. Otherwise it's going to be pretty one-sided and embarrassing on my part." She reasoned, and Portia nodded.

"How many people have you slept with?" Portia asked, smiling.

Effie rolled her eyes, Portia was never one to go by china. "I don't know! I don't keep a tally! How about you?"

"Hmm, about 7?"

Effie's mouth opened. "That's a lot,"

"I'm a catch," she grinned. Effie's eyebrows furrowed.

"No, I think you've just been to too many drunken parties," she retorted. Portia laughed.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Portia asked. Effie froze. Portia looked at her stance and let out a laugh.

"I-"

"Hey, you two. Time's up!" Venia came into the closet to take them back to their game.

The game went on for a while. Different pairs going in and out of the esteemed closet for an infinite 7 minutes. However, the only thing which was remotely interesting so far, was the door getting stuck.

"Okay, final round!" Portia declared. The clock was creeping up to 1am. In all honestly, Effie was glad. She had become tired a while ago.

The bottle spun on Haymitch, who had luckily enough, not ventured into the closet yet. The bottle then stabbed towards Effie, who gulped.

"Come on then Princess," Haymitch winked.

"If you hear throttling sounds, open the door IMMEDIATELY." Effie whispered to Portia, following the mentor into the room, and closing the door swiftly behind them.

"So, these are the kind of 'fun' things you capitol's do then?" He smirked once the door was closed.

"Apparently," Effie face was expressionless, weary of the mentors attitude and stance. "I didn't, obviously,"

"Of course not, look at you,"

"What's that supposed to mean?!" She almost shouted, then remembered where she was.

Haymitch shrugged. "You're uptight. Don't take it personally,"

"How else am I supposed to take it?!" Effie was getting angry now. "I'll prove it!"

Haymitch laughed. "Oh yeah? How'll you do that Princess?"

All of a sudden, her mouth was on his; their lips pressed together in a ferocious battle for dominance, almost Capitol against district 12. His eyes flew open and then shut slowly, his entire being enjoying the Strawberry flavoured lips on his own now dry ones. He allowed himself to groan into her mouth slightly because, by God she could kiss. Annoyingly, he felt her smirk into his mouth as her tongue entered his mouth and brushed against his own.

Being unhappy with her taking over, he pushed her against the door, earning a bang from the door and being rewarded with a moan from her. He was certain the others would've heard it, but at the current moment- he couldn't bring himself to care...

Before he knew it, her hands were tracing his back and in his hair. Haymitch picked up her legs so they were wrapped around his waist, secured. Then, he traced his hand up her skirt, often playing with the lace lining, other times, tugging at the suspenders and stockings.

"Don't you dare rip them," she warned between heavy panting, whilst he littered her neck with heavy kisses.

"Don't get your hopes up," he retorted, smiling as she ground against him.

Effie was having fun now, very much so. All traces of boredom and tiredness had left her body. However, this was her wager, and she wasn't going to step aside and let him win. She dropped down from his waist and flipped them around so that Haymitch was against the wall. Quickly undoing his belt with nimble fingers, she took off the leather stap and threw it on the floor. Effie unbuttoned his trousers and almost giggled at how quickly he was ready. Although, giggling may imply lack of experience- and something she certainly had was experience.

She touched him for a brief moment, making him slump down the wall and moan loudly- she did laugh at that.

"Am I uptight now?" She whispered into his ear.

"No-ooh!" His breath hitched.

"Thank-you," she smiled and stopped touching him. Fixing her hair and dress slightly, she sat on the other end of the room and watched as his face morphed from surprise to confusion.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Well I got what I wanted, so sorry it was at the expense of yours," she smiled. "And anyway, our time is pretty much done now and-"

"Oi you two!" Portia's voice could be heard from the outside of the door. "If you've quite finished,"

Effie winked at Haymitch and left him dumbfounded and breathless against the wall.

He had just been royally played.