Thin Flesh (Haymitch Abernathy X OC)

Muscle Aches

🎶Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine🎶

"But it's not real, and you don't exist. And I can't recall the last time I was kissed."

Haymitch hovered over me, his palms pressing down into my mattress. My room in the penthouse was large, and the crunching of the sheets echoed throughout.

"What do you want?" He whispered to me.

I bit my lip and laid back silently, shaking my head.

"I'm not sure." I whisper back.

He leaned down slowly and licked my bottom lip.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" His voice was hoarse.

I nod slowly before my lips are taken into his roughly, hungrily.

His tongue entered my mouth and tasted a bit like whiskey and frosting. From the cupcakes.

I moaned into his lips, causing him to smile a bit into the kiss.

"Quiet, sweetheart." He mumbled before beginning to plant kisses down my neck, then my collar bone, then even further.

He continued this until he reached my silk shorts, peeling them slowly from my body. My skin was covered in goosebumps, waiting and wanting.

"Haym-" before I could form his name, his tongue began lapping at me.

At first he was soft and gentle, but after a little while, he sped up his wonderful process, sliding a finger into me. My back arched, my body was heating up, and my breathing was extremely airy.

He moaned into me, the vibration causing me to finish above him.

He chuckled into my skin, giving my most sensitive spot a small kiss before muttering, "you taste like sugar."

Suddenly there was a knocking at my door, and I woke up drenched in sweat...

It was a dream...

I grab tightly onto my chest. My heart rate pounding.

"Tilula? It's time for breakfast." Effie chimed.

"Y-yeah. I'll be right out!" I shake out.

I put on a black sweater and black leggings, walking out to see everyone's smiling faces. Haymitch was twirling ice around in his 9am high ball.

"Hey, someone looks well rested." He smiles brightly over at me.

I clear my throat and take a seat next to Patrix.

"I slept pretty well. Yeah." I say softly under my breath.

"Todays training day. Don't show off your skills too much. And, as hard as I know it may be for you to do, Tilula, try and make friends. Alliances can be a good thing." Haymitch hums, chewing up his pancakes.

"Why? Only one of us comes out." I cross my arms, glancing over at the barely eating Patrix.

"You gotta eat, hun." I mutter softly.