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ellanainthetardis · 7 years

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Your detailed answer about Hayffie having sex in Thirteen got me. Can I prompt something where they discuss it and decide to fuck the risks. Sorry for this bad pun. ;)

The detailed answerwas probably about how in my hc contraception isn’t allowed in 13 due to theirfertility problems and hayffie’s subsequent incapacity to stick to abstinenceand discussing their options ;) [X]

Fuck The Risks

Effie was avoiding him.

It wasn’t a puzzle he really had time to solve,not with Katniss to coach into being the Mockingjay and the war ragingthroughout Panem. He figured she was angry. About him lying to her. About himhaving her kidnapped and brought to Thirteen without having asked first. Abouthim failing to rescue some of their kids. About the way he had chosen to dothings. About… A lot of things she was probably right to be angry with himover.

She was cordial and professional when theyneeded to work on Katniss’ propos or stuff like that and she didn’t go out ofher way not to be alone with him – they had shared a few quick lunches,breakfasts or dinners – but she never sought him out in his room and she nevertook him up of his half-hearted suggestions that they could explore storagecupboards around the District. Once or twice, when they had been working alonein Plutarch’s office or in the shooting studio, he had ventured a caress on hercheek or neck… Only for it to be brushed off or ignored.

She was avoiding him.

And it bothered him.

The weeks he had spent in a cell, riding offthe withdrawal effects, had been hell. Andhe was aware he didn’t look exactly his best as a consequence. But he needed her. He needed her badly. He couldn’t have liquor, he wasforbidden from carrying his knife around… She was the only derivative he hadleft.

And, sure,he could have found someone else – there were plenty of refugee women wholooked interested lately – but he didn’twant anyone else.

She was the only one for him.

How screwed up as it was and how panicky as itmade him feel.

He had thought she would get over it, at first.He had thought that if he allowed her some space, she would eventually decideshe was done sulking and approach him because that was how they worked. He hadthought she would wake up one day and realize that their usual habit ofresolving arguments by fucking eachother brainless was a much better option than spending nights apart in coldnarrow beds.

Clearly, he had been wrong.

Which was why he was standing in front of herdoor in the dead of night, awkwardly shuffling his weight from one foot to theother, not quite sure how to proceed. His usual approach would have been tostorm in, kiss her silent and have his way with her but, somehow, he sensed itwouldn’t go down well.

This was serious.

The kind of serious that might finally break them – because, let’s faceit, he had done plenty of stuff that had infuriated her over the years but therebellion took the cake.

A part of him was desperate to pretend that hedidn’t care, that Effie was just an easy way to get sex that didn’t involvework or his right hand… Another part of him, the lucid part that didn’t likeself-delusion, had realized that it was a tad more complicated than that andthat he really, really didn’t want tolose her.

Aware that he couldn’t wait in the corridorforever, he knocked on the door with a wince – because knocking on her door, wasthat what he was reduced to?

He didn’t know what sort of strings Plutarchhad pulled to delay her getting a roommate when they were forced to share a compartmentbut he was grateful for it. He wouldn’t have liked doing any of that in frontof a curious audience.

It took her a long time to get to the door and,for a moment, he listened to the noise inside and let his imagination run wild.Maybe she had someone else in there. Maybe she had found a replacement for himalready. He wouldn’t have been surprised. She liked her sex and…

“Haymitch?” she frowned, when the door was slidopen a crack. She was partially hiding behind it but he caught a flash of skin.She didn’t have pants on. “Is there a problem?”

“Fuck,yeah, there’s a problem.” he snarled, forcing his way through the door. Hishands had clenched into fists and he was eager to punch whoever she had inthere, whoever had taken liberties with his…Whatever. Her compartment was empty.His eyes darted to the closed bathroom door. “Is he hiding in there?” hesneered. “Or is it a she?”

He was ready to punch the person either way.

“What inPanem are you talking about?” she hissed, clearly irritated by his tone.

She locked the door shut and turned around toface him and he finally got his first good look at her. Standard grey tank top,faded grey panties that were frayed on one side and thick woolen socks pulledup as high as they would go. Her hair had been loosely braided for the nightand strands were poking out. Not sexy but… adorable.

As soon as the word floated into his head, hehad to fight not to groan.

He was soscrewed.

“I’m talking about your new fuck buddy.” hegrowled. “The one I’m gonna beat to a pulp.”

She blinked twice, then folded her arms infront of her chest. It was hard not to notice her nipples were peaking from thecold.

“Again I feel compel to ask… What in Panem are you talking about?” sherepeated.

“Look.” he said firmly, taking a step closer toher. “You’re mad. I get it.”

“I am notmad. Why would I be mad?” she denied,sounding confused. She tilted her head suddenly, lips pursed and narrowed eyes.“What did you do, now, that I shouldbe mad about?”

He faltered.

She sounded honest. It wasn’t her I’m-pretending-not-to-know-what-you’re-talking-about-just-to-annoy-you-furtherface… She looked genuinely puzzled.

“You’ve got no new fuck buddy?” he asked, a bitlost himself now.

“Of course not!”she scoffed. “Who do you take me for? We…” She abruptly fell silent and clearedher throat. “You are perfectly awareI have not been seeing anyone but you for a while now. Not that we are exclusivebut…”

“Yeah.” he cut in before she could say anymore. “Yeah, we are, okay? We are. Don’t go and fuck anyone else.”

She studied him for a while and then snorted.“Or you will beat them to a pulp?”

“Exactly.” he nodded with relief, glad thatthey understood each other at last.

She rubbed her upper arms distractedly,probably trying to keep warm. “Are you drunk? You sound drunk.”

He chuckled and marched on her, not leaving hertime to protest before he kissed her. She responded to the kiss eagerly and hewalked her backward until he had her pinned to the metal door. His hand ran onher thigh and hooked her leg up as he deepened the kiss.

“Thought you’d found someone else.” he admittedagainst her lips. “Thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“Oh…”she breathed out in understanding – or maybe in pleasure because he hooked herleg higher and their bodies were aligned and… “Oh.” She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head back.“No, it is not…”

“Good.” he interrupted, rubbing himself againsther. “All I need to know.”

“No, we need to stop.” she argued, pushing onhis chest.

He nuzzled her neck. “No, we don’t.”

“Yes, we do.”she snapped. “Stop.”

Her tone added to her hands firmly planted onhis chest made his lusty mood disappear very quickly. He stepped back, hurt andconfused.

“The fuckis this?” he grumbled. “You’re on a sex strike? So what… You want me toapologize ‘cause I didn’t tell you that…”

“Oh, would you stop.” she sighed dramatically. “It has nothing to do with us. Come to bed, it is far too cold tobe standing around.”

And, as if it made any sense at all, sheclimbed back onto the bunk bed and buried herself under the covers.

“Ever heard of mixed signals, sweetheart?” hescoffed.

“Come here, Haymitch.” she ordered.

He rebuked against the command but it was cold and, if she was ready to accepthim in her bed, it couldn’t be thatbad.

He worked on the shoelaces of his boots,shooting her an annoyed glance. “So you don’t wanna fuck but it’s got nothing to do with us. How does that workexactly?”

Only her eyes were peeking out from under theblankets fort she had going on her bed – he wasn’t sure where she had found theextra covers and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know either: plausibledeniability.

“I do not have condoms.” she stated.

He stood up and awkwardly climbed into the bunkbed with her, rearranging the covers around them both.

“We haven’t been using condoms in years.” heobjected, automatically wrapping his arm around her shoulders when she snuggledclose to his side. She was freezing and her feet were like ice cubes.

“Yes, but I am not on the pill anymore.” sheexplained. “I asked for contraceptives in the hospital and they looked at me asif…” She shook her head. “They have fertility problems here.”

“Yeah, so what?” he frowned. “That’s theirproblem, not ours. I don’t get how…”

“Precisely – as I pointed out a little morediplomatically.” she huffed. “It appears contraceptive methods as well as any formof abortion measures are forbidden by law. Using contraception is a capitalcrime.”

“You’re fuckingkidding me…” he spat. But he wasn’t quite surprised. Thirteen was a militaryDistrict and their population was thin. They would need to replenish the stockof soldiers before long if they wanted to survive.

“I wish I was.” she lamented. “I am sorry, Haymitch, I did not mean tomake you feel as if I did not want you anymore… I simply thought avoidingtemptation would be best. I know you have your rules about this and there are not bad rules to follow so…”

He automatically started playing with her hair,loosening the braid even more, in an instinctive comforting response to theanguish in her voice.

“You should just have explained.” he rebuked.

“I thought you knew.” she shrugged.

He gave it a second and then groaned when herealized the implications. “You’re fuckingtelling me we can’t do anything aslong as we’re here?”

He had a sudden flash of the war dragging onforever, of years spent unable totouch each other…

“Well… We can certainly do things…” she teased. Her hand trailed down his chest under theblankets and toyed with his belt buckle. “We will just have to be creativeand…”

“You’re barren.” he cut her off. If her recoilwas to be believed, he had been a bit too brutal. “Shit. Not how… I just meant… We’re safe on that front, yeah?”

She was on the pill but it was mostly toassuage his own panic at the idea of knocking up anyone, wasn’t it? He waspretty sure that…

“I am not barren.”she hissed, obviously insulted. “I havea medical condition that would make it very difficult for me to get pregnantwithout a fertility treatment or some help. And even then, it would be noguarantee of success. The chances of me getting pregnant are slim but notinexistent. The chances of me carrying to term without proper medical care arenext to zero. So, no, we are notentirely safe.”

He sighed but didn’t answer immediately. Shesettled back against his side after a moment, still irritated but apparentlyhappy enough to cuddle close to his warm body. How she had survived so longwithout him to warm her up when she was so cold, he didn’t know.

“Slim.” he repeated after a few minutes.

“Slim.” she confirmed.

He petted her hair distractedly, staring at thegrey ceiling. “What are the chances my sperm is still worth anything anyway?I’m probably shooting blank.”

“So you want to risk slim and probably?” Shesounded stunned by that.

“I don’t want a kid.” he replied defensively,as if it was what she had accused him of. “I just… I really fucking need you. I miss you.” Headded the last part in an awkward mumble.

She brushed her fingertips against his cheek,gently nudging him to look at her.

“You can have me.” she promised. “There areways to have fun without penetration… Hand jobs and oral amongst others. Youlove those.” He made a face. He loved those but that wasn’t what he needed.What he wanted, needed, was to losehimself in her. It wasn’t just the physical release he was after. She must haveunderstood because her face softened. “We could… There is always anal. It isnot the same thing and I know you are not keen on it but…”

“What if I pull out?” he cut her off. “Chancesof you getting pregnant are slim, I probably shoot blank, so if I pull out…”

“There would still be a risk, it is not asuitable equivalent to contraceptive methods.” she warned, drumming her fingerson his stomach in a distracted fashion. She propped her chin on his shoulder.“I am not against it but you need to be verysure it is a risk you want to take.”

The risk seemed almost nonexistent.

The alcohol abuse alone…

He stared at her, quietly calculating. “We needto be careful how we do it.”

“Some positions would be out of the question,yes.” she hummed. “Missionary and its variants first and foremost.” She flashedhim a teasing grin. “It means I get to be on top more often. Are you sure youwill be alright with that?”

He rolled his eyes at her and pulled her overhim with a smug smirk. “You’re sure you canhandle it?”

She licked her lips and straddled his hips,lazily rocking on him.

“Why, darling… Why don’t we find out?” shechallenged.

It was a challenge he was happy to take her on.

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