"Haymitch Abernathy! Get up!" I say seeing him slouching in his chair. The train will be arriving to the Capitol soon and he needs to be presentable.
"I'd really rather not..." He says slightly slurring his words.
"Fine." I say walking to the dining room car, rather flustered.
I sit and sip my coffee as I watch the Districts pass by. After a few minutes Haymitch staggers in, I stand and greet him politely.
He passes out and falls towards the ground, I catch him but he's much too heavy for me to handle, we both go crashing to the ground. I'm on top of him, I scramble to get up but he wakes up before I have time to get off him.
"You're so forward Ms. Trinket." He says smirking.
"Mr. Abernathy, you're drunk." I say trying to get up.
"Not drunk enough so I won't remember this." He says smiling and rolling over so he's on top of me.
His hands are by my side and he slowly leans closer to me, closing the gap between our lips. His lips are so warm and soft and sweet. He pulls up my leg and slowly runs his strong hand up my thigh, stopping at the bottom of my short skirt. I entangle my fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me, hungry for more.
He slowly pulls back from the kiss. "I never knew you felt that way." I say breathlessly.
"I didn't know you felt that way either."
He slowly pulls me in for another kiss. I pull him close and wrap my legs around him. The door opens. I quickly push Haymitch off me and stand up straight. Seneca Crane stands in the doorway, at least it wasn't one of the tributes.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Crane." I say politely as I smooth out my skirt.
"Effie, can I have a word with you?" Seneca asks, gritting his teeth.
I can tell he's jealous, he's asked me to wed with him many of times but I've always said no, we've never even dated. But I hope he didn't see too much of myself and Haymitch together...
"Yes, of course." I say following him as he turns and leaves.
I lead him to my room. I hesitantly go inside and close the door silently behind Seneca. I turn and see he's inches from me, I lean against the door, slightly shocked that he's so close.
"What's this all about, Mr. Crane?" I ask feeling very uncomfortable.
"President Snow said you might enjoy my company."
He grabs my hips and pushes me onto my bed. I try to push him away but he grabs my wrists tightly and inches his face closer to mine. I turn my head and arch my body so it lengthens the space between our lips.
"Mr. Crane, please stop." I plead.
"Call me Seneca..." He says pulling me closer to him, he practically lays on me because I keep fighting to get up.
"Seneca, stop, please..." I plead to him again. He moves his hand from my wrist and slides it up my bare thigh, going under my skirt and grabbing my hind end.
"Effie, calm down..." He kisses my neck softly but harshly. I know I can't do anything to get him off of me so I let him do as he pleases until I can get out of here and report him.
He unbuttons my shirt kisses my stomach. I turn my head away and try my hardest not to let the sobs escape my throat. He kisses up to my chest and my neck.
"Seneca! Stop!" I yell at him trying even harder not to cry.
"Scream my name." He kisses my lips harshly. He reaches his hand further up my skirt.
