Prompt: Effie has cramps and Haymitch tries de help her giving her massages. But makes it all worst because she's now all horny and flustered. *le blush* I love your writing! Pleasee

Tell tale signs

It was infuriating. She couldn't do anything with them constantly attacking her, from what it felt, both inside and out. Effie Trinket sat on the sofa, rubbing the sides of her tummy and stretching out her back.

She whimpered when she hit a sore spot and squeezed her face in pain as she tried to get rid of it. Well aware of the athletic metaphor of time and how much it ran away with out you, Effie stood up. She had a meeting in 10 minutes and she needed to be there. The tributes lives were literally depending on it.

As soon as she was stable on her high heels, Effie knew it was a bad idea. Immediately hunching over and clutching her tummy, Effie moaned. If even standing up hurt, how was she to sit through a meeting? She sat back on the sofa again and accessed her thoughts. 'A massage, that's exactly what I need,' Effie thought. 'A nice, slow and gentle tummy massage'

Rubbing slight circles on her abdomen she moaned softly and then sighed contently. The slight pressure was working brilliantly...

"Trinket are you in here?" The sound of the elevator was dulled by Haymitch Abernathy's voice booming through the penthouse. Effie quickly grabbed her clipboard and shoved it on her lap as she sat up straight. She plastered the familiar smile on her face and ignored the pains reoccurring within her.

"Yes, hello, I'm in here,"

Haymitch walked in. By his walk she could tell he was not yet drunk, sober in fact, but acting as though he was. The cameras must have followed him here. I'm fact, she was certain, it was the first time in a couple of years that their tributes had made it out the cornucopia alive. Not so unharmed. The boy took an knife to the knee by a career.

"What are you doing? I thought you had meeting," he asked as he sat down.

Right. Meeting. Shit.

"Hmm? Oh yes I was just about to set off now," she said as she smiled at him. Haymitch looked doubtful. The silence grew as Effie still sat, looking around.

"Are you going?"

Effie gulped. "Yes,"

As she stood up she wobbled but Haymitch didn't notice. She immediately felt the pain return and as she took a few steps, Effie doubled over and moaned in pain. Out of the corner of her eye, Effie saw Haymitch stand up and walk over to her, more quickly than she would have bet on.

"Are you okay?!" Unusually, a worried tone smothered his voice. He put a hand on her back and she groaned again. "What's wrong? Have you got a dodgy stomach or something?"

Effie laughed. "No, I'm fine- ooh!" She sat down once the pain became too much to take.

"You're obviously not. Where does it hurt? I could massage- I'm good with my hands you know,"

Suddenly, Effie felt another kind of jolt down below at the thought of Haymitch's hands on her. She swallowed, damn hormones.

"Just here-" she pointed. "But be gentle, Haymitch, god only knows how tender this is,"

/

Nodding, Haymitch motioned to the couch.

"Lay down on your back so I can look at it more."

As she lay, Effie almost laughed at how ridiculous this was. The only victor of district 12 was giving her tummy a massage; because she had period pains. She kicked off her shoes and propped a cushion under her head.

Before she could move, Haymitch sat on her, putting one leg around each side of her hip; so that he was sat on her groin. She gasped, but only quietly so that he couldn't hear. This was driving her insane already, Effie felt the desire to open her legs run through her mind already.

"Alright so, take off your top," he said seriously.

What? She can't have heard him right. "Excuse me?"

Haymitch rolled his eyes. "It's okay miss virgin, I just need to get to the sore spot without this trash in the way."

Effie sat up slowly and peeled off her blouse. "It's called fashion," she said stubbornly. "And I'm not a virgin," she mumbled.

"Whatever it is, it's in the way," Haymitch explained as she folded it over the arm of the couch. She was glad he didn't hear the latter part, knowing Haymitch, it would result in a lot of inappropriate questions.

As she nestled back into the sofa cushions again, Effie noticed how Haymitch's gaze kept glancing up to her chest when he thought her eyes were closed. His mouth opened and he licked his lips. Who was she to stop him? He was doing her a favour after all. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact she was incredible aroused by this man pressed against her middle.

She coughed though, as the pain came back.

"Can you proceed now please?"

"Hmm?" Snapping out of his daze Haymitch realised she was becoming uncomfortable again. "Oh, yeah, sure,"

He pressed on quite hard to begin with, earning a hiss from her.

"Haymitch! Please, softer."

He nodded and obliged. After a few minutes, Effie started to moan quietly, it felt so good against her aching pains. She tried to ignore the fact it was Haymitch giving her this treatment, with his talented hands and strong, muscular arms, guiding his fingers to hit just the right spot. She whimpered and opened her legs slightly more. He looked concerned.

"Are you okay? Am I still hurting you? I can stop if you want," he said innocently.

"No!" Effie felt embarrassed about how eager she was. To be rid of his touch was a sin. "It was fine, it helps,"

He nodded and continued. And she sighed and moaned again.

/

Haymitch didn't know how much longer he could take this without becoming hard. Merely the sight of her mewling and moaning, arching her back slightly as his light touch soothed her. It was just too sexy to watch, especially as she was topless. The silk bra she was wearing caught the light and he gulped, her breasts moving as she did. He felt himself twitch and he prayed she hadn't felt it.

"Can I press harder now?" He asked. He was secretly begging for it to be over. His twitch soon turned into a semi and he sped up. Rolling his thumbs near her hips and being granted more sexual noises from her.

As Effie grew to enjoy his ministrations more, she started to actually grind, into his thumbs. He was full on- hard now. She knew it too, as she stopped and looked confused, her eyes still closed. Fluttering them open she stared at his trousers until he got up.

"Are you okay Haymitch?" She asked.

"Yeah. Fine." God this was awkward. She was still laying there, sweaty and topless, her skirt hitched to high thigh. He spotted a glimpse of silk underneath too.

"I think you should, umm, cool off?" She said uncertainly.

Quickly, Haymitch nodded and slowly walked out of the room, a smirk present on his face.