"C'mon, sweetheart.." Haymitch groaned, "Just stay. Crane doesn't need you at the meeting." Haymitch's hands trailed up her hips unzipping the zipper she had just done.

Effie huffed and slapped his hands away and tugged the zipper back. His hands found a way to pluck open a few buttons. "No, Haymitch… I have to go." She laughed and pushed him away.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her back into bed. He rolled over her and kissed her neck. "Crane has a million people doing his job for him. He doesn't need you for anything."

Effie sighed and shut her eyes, smiling against hair as his head moved. "You don't know that. It could curry favor for us if I keep helping him."

"Katniss and Peeta are fine right now, the game just started." Haymitch plucked open her blouse and kissed his way down her chest. He knew better now that to kiss her face once she had already put the make up on. She had scolded him for weeks last year when he smudged her lipstick.

"They won't be fine for long, you know that." Effie whimpered and hooked a leg around his waist.

They were like this all the time. Hot and heavy constantly. Effie smiled and kissed him hard on the lips, thankful yet that he hadn't gotten dressed when she was showering. His hand shimmied up her skirt and tugged off her panties.

"Haymitch.." Effie said breathily not sure if she was warning him to stop or encouraging him to continue.

Haymitch fumbled with the string of his pajama pants while Effie for the moment forgot about needing to be at the meeting.

"Of course that bastard would call.." Haymitch grumbled as the phone rang and Effie sprang to answer it.

"Hello?" Effie said breathlessly as Haymitch assaulted her body with kisses.

"He said he needed what?" Effie asked and fought back a moan as Haymitch kissed a trail up past her knee.

"Okay.. I'll.." Effie faltered as Haymitch teased a finger inside her. "Yes.. I'll bring them. I'm on my way." She breathed shallowly and hung up.

"Oh my god! I need to go." Effie pushed and rolled him over. "I'm sorry, I owe you." She kissed him square on the lips and sprung off the bed.

Haymitch groaned and watched Effie scurry about to fix her clothes. "You owe me big, Princess."

Effie tugged on her shoes and threw her Escort tablet and leather bound notebook in a large purse. "Go shower, I'll see you in the lounge. We can watch the recap before the morning show starts."

"Yeah, a cold shower." He huffed and trotted off to Effie's adjoined bathroom. He actually wasn't too mad it was just fun to make Effie huff and fuss over his manners.

"I am sorry.. I'd love to stay in bed and continue.." She admitted and opened the door.

"You work too hard and it never makes a difference, Eff." He noted and clicked the touch screen panel to turn the shower on.

"One day it will."

"None of the other Escorts are personal assistants to a Headgamemaker." He muttered and looked at her pointedly.

"He likes the way I help out. I'm not privy to any information about the games. All I do I help with the propaganda type things for publicity. It's my area of expertise, Haymitch. Planning parties and such. It's a social committee. I have every right to be there. I learned how to do this stuff in school."

"He likes the way you look, c'mon sweetheart." He pointed out.

Effie gave him a leveled look, "Stop it, Haymitch."

"Why you then? If you learned it at school, he could have any Escort do it. Why just you? You know how he looks at you." Haymitch didn't exactly know where all of this was coming from.

He watched Effie glance at the clock and frown at it then frown at him. Effie sighed and hurried across the room, "There is nothing between him and I. Relax, please." She grabbed his face and kissed him. "I'll see you later." She knew how he felt about gamemakers and she knew it pissed him off each time she went off and had a meeting with anyone of them.