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Who: Haymitch Abernathy and Effie Trinket
When: Second Week in August
Where: Haymitch’s place
What: Talking and more
Rating/Warning: High/Sexual encounter (mentions of affair)
Status: Complete




The first time she’d been drunk. Really drunk. And she’d kissed him, needing that comfort, needing his strong arms. The second time she wasn’t drunk, just upset over the Dreams. And she’d slept like a log in his warmth. This time she wasn’t drunk or upset. She just wanted to be with him. With the strong, solid man who made her nightmares go away and her insides twist with desire.

She went to his house and knocked on the door, wearing nondescript clothes. It was sloppy. Someone was bound to find out. But she didn’t care. Effie was tired of pretending with the Old Man, and wanted something real.

Haymitch knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t be with her. Her husband was his firm's client for gods sake. But he was drawn to her. He couldn’t help himself. She felt good in his arms, right.

Opening the door he ushered her in as soon as he saw her, she looked good but then she always did. “Effie” he breathed, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Effie said, shaking her head a little. “I’m fine. No bad dreams, no drinks… I just wanted to see you.” She turned around and watched him close the door. “I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Effie” he said again, this time differently, his tone half pleading half needy. “We should stop this before we get any deeper” he told her, though he wasn’t moving away, in fact he was moving towards her instead.

Effie took a step closer, lifting one hand to take hold of his. She swallowed. “I think… I think it’s too late for that.” She said, softly. She was pretty deep already.

“I...fuck” Haymitch said before he tugged her closer and lowered his head to hers to catch her lips in a kiss which had been a long time coming. While they were both sober at least. He moved to wrap his arms around her body and pull her tight against him, seeking entrance to her mouth.

They were both sober. They were in their right minds, no grief, fear or pain blinding them. And Effie wanted this. She wanted him. She likely could have had an affair with any number of men. But this wasn’t about the affair. This wasn’t about being secretive and sexy. This was about Haymitch. And how he made her feel. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hungrily, opening her mouth to his so they could taste one another.

Effie was a beautiful woman and part of Haymitch couldn’t believe she was interested in him but part of him knew this was inevitable. They were supposed to be together somehow and if this was how then this he would accept with greedy hands. Sliding those hands down he gripped her ass and pressed her closer against his own body.

She wanted to talk to him about this. She wanted to ask him what was going on, to confirm that he felt things for her just as she felt things for him. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she needed to explain--but that would wait. It would have to wait. Because she wanted more than this. She wanted much, much more. Her hands moved down to tug his shirt out of his pants as she kissed him.

They’d have to talk, of course they would. This was a pretty big deal after all but right now he wanted simply to kiss her, touch her and make her his even if only for a short while. He broke away for a moment to pull his shirt over his head before he claimed her lips once more as his own hands moved to the buttons on her shirt.

Her shirt could be quickly disposed of. Once the buttons were unfastened, she wrenched it down off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor, then brought both hands up to cup his cheeks as she kissed him. It was magical and hungry, and the only thing she was thinking was how amazing he felt. Warm, strong, loving. Loving. Effie broke the kiss to breathe, a little startled by that thought.

Haymitch’s hands pressed to her back, skin under skin feeling glorious as they broke apart to breath once more. He kissed down her neck as his hands moved round her body to cup her bra clad breasts.

Effie gave a little moan at the feel of his hands over her breasts. It’d been a long, long time since she’d felt something like this stirring within her. It was true lust, fueled by growing attraction and trust. Her hand tangled in his hair, the other moving down to the waistband of his pants.

It had been a while for Haymitch too, in fact he could barely remember being this attracted, this connected to another person. Maybe it was the shared dreams but whatever it was he loved touching her, hearing her gasps of pleasure.

“Take me to the bed,” she whispered softly, between gentle gasps. “Take me to bed and make love to me.” Her heart was exposed now. She’d used the word ‘love,’ and even though she’d used it in a way that wasn’t the most emotional, it still made her feel vulnerable.

Haymitch lay his hand against her cheek and looked into her eyes, “I’d love nothing more” he told her before kissing her, sliding his hands down her body to cup her ass. Squeezing without releasing her from the kiss he lifted her and she put her legs around his waist. Moving slowly, kissing her cheeks, jaw and neck he made his way to the bedroom.

They kissed. It was passionate, meaningful, wonderful. Effie’s heart was thundering in her chest as she wrapped her legs around him and let him carry him to the bedroom. Once inside, she climbed down out of his arms and shed the rest of her clothes with a frantic need, then climbed onto his bed.

Haymitch shed his own clothes very fast once Effie started removing hers and followed her onto the bed, he looked over her body before kissing her, “Perfection” he said against her lips before kissing along her jawline and down her neck.

Effie absolutely loved being worshipped. She wasn’t going to stop him. She laid back on the bed, lifting her arms up over her head, and let him do whatever he wanted to to her body. Every touch made her shiver, pleasure building within her.

Worshipped was definitely Haymitch’s plan, he was planning on mapping every inch of her body with eyes, lips, tongue and hands. Driving her completely to distraction, before taking her slowly, lovingly and giving them both the most pleasure he could. One hand cupped her breast rubbing his thumb over the nipple as his mouth closed over the other nipple sucking lightly.

Effie gasped at the feel of his mouth on her. Funny, one might think that more guilt should be associated with something like this, but she wasn’t guilty at all. She felt loved for the first time in years. She felt like she deserved this, and she wanted it. So much. The longer he touched her, the more desperate she grew for it. “Haymitch,” she moaned softly, back arching to him. “More.”

Haymitch was guilt free too, he was far more focused on Effie and drawing out those pleased little moans and gasps than how guilty he was supposed to be feeling. Haymitch smiled against her skin as he kissed his way across her chest before moving downwards, his hand slipped over her stomach before coming to rest over her core.

Her legs spread for him. Her body opened to him as he touched her, kissing her, making her moan and gasp with pleasure. Effie’s head arched back, her hands tangled in the sheets. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to gasp and writhe with pleasure, to thrust against him and draw out every ounce of pleasure. Then she wanted to come. The kind of climax that made her body shake uncontrollably. She wanted to share it with him, to connect the two of them together in an intimate way. If she could speak, that’s what she would have told him. She would have given him that plan and hoped he’d go along with it for her. But in the moment Effie found that she was having a hard time forming words.

Effie didn’t need to worry about words. Everything she wanted, everything she needed, was already running through Haymitch’s mind and translating through his fingers and mouth. He pleased her, drawing out gasps and moans and savoured each and every one. They made love passionately, intensely and lovingly. Every touch was expressive and made to cause pleasure for the other. Afterwards Haymitch lay next to her panting but happy, holding her close and stroking her skin. “Incredible woman” he murmured pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Effie had no idea that it--that sex--could feel like this. So intense, so passionate. She felt closer to him than she'd ever felt to another human being. Her body was pressed closer to his, sticky from sex and exhausted to boot. A chuckle escaped her. "I think that was all you." Really. No other man had made her finish like that before.

“Not possible. So maybe it’s just both of us, we simply make a great team” he told her with a smile. Despite their situation Haymitch felt truly happy, a feeling he really wasn’t used to. He wasn’t a miserable person but he wasn’t exactly bubbly either but Effie made him feel lighter.

Effie shrugged her shoulders gently, then leaned in for another kiss. A tender, lingering one. She nuzzled her nose against his. “You’re going to be bad for me. I think I might get addicted,” she teased.

He returned the kiss and smiled as she nuzzled their noses, "Addicted huh?" He said running one hand down her side before cupping her ass, the other hand keeping her closely pressed to him, "I can't see a problem with that. In fact I'll be a willing supplier of what you need"

Effie gave a highly satisfied laugh. “Good. You can be my dealer.” She said, and then lifted one hand to cup his cheek before leaning in to kiss his lips once more. Gently. Tenderly. “I think I may need another fix right now.”

"Never let it be said I don't provide a good and thorough service" he said claiming her lips in a passionate kiss before proceeding to give her exactly what she wanted.