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Crashing waves on an empty beach,
The rhythm of our hearts,
Two drowning lovers lost at sea,
My lips adrift in yours
Sometimes the guilt gnawed at Haymitch when he tried to enjoy himself. Not when he was drowning in bottles of liquor to cope with everything, but when he actually had a good time at the Capitol parties or the stupid Victory Tours. It didn’t help that these Victory Tours weren’t for any of the Tributes he and his co-Mentor tried their absolute best to take care of. Because those kids always came home in coffins, not in crowns.
But sometimes, he tried to convince himself that he deserved at least a little bit of enjoyment. That he and his beautiful golden girl, who was incredibly sexy and held all of his heart, deserved some ounce of happiness after everything that they went through. Him having lost his family, his first love. Her having her twin sister punished for her defiance, resulting in chronic headaches and bed-ridden days. Maybe sometimes they could forget everything wrong with the world they lived in and celebrated the fact that at least they had each other. Sometimes, that was all that mattered.
“Never seen beaches this nice,” Maysilee’s voice broke Haymitch out of his reverie, and it was then that he looked outside the train window to see the beautiful beaches of District 4.
”I wonder if they’re gonna serve piña coladas,” Haymitch chuckled.
Maysilee rolled her eyes in response, but smiled anyway. “Of course you would look for more alcohol.”
”The party’s going to have Capitol bartenders. Don’t mind a beach drink or two,”
”Or ten,”
”Or ten, sure,” Haymitch smirked.
Maysilee smiled at him from where she was sitting, grabbing her pack of cigarettes from the end of the glass table, shaking one out of the box and lighting the end of the stick with her trusty lighter. She took a long drag and puffed out the smoke in his direction, then put her chin on her palm.
”You brought swim shorts?”
”Ugly Capitol issued ones that I despise?” Haymitch said with conviction, making Maysilee laugh. God, did he love her laugh. “I did, yea.”
”Good,”
”Are we gonna swim?”
”I absolutely despise sea salt water,”
”Oh,”
”And all that sand,”
”Well, we could—”
”I don’t mind wearing a bikini though,”
And Haymitch’s heart stops because Maysilee Donner wearing a pretty bikini and only that? The outfit emphasizing her beloved chest and the curve of her waist and the wide of her hips? The image has his brain going haywire. Never mind that he’d already seen her plenty of times wearing entirely nothing but her heart on her sleeve. Maysilee in a bikini was definitely going to be a lovely sight.
”Purple ones? Like a two piece or a one piece? Do you tie up the ends into ribbons or is it different?”
Maysilee smirked then, biting on her bottom lip.
”Wouldn’t you like to know?”
A Peacekeeper quite literally, ironically, disturbed their peace then, telling them of their arrival to District 4’s train station. The station was a beach front one, overlooking the vast amount of sea that District 4 was known for. Haymitch could see Peacekeepers lined up all the way across the extent of it, while a man with a sun-kissed tan and windswept hair approached to greet them, welcoming the co-Victors to the District. Haymitch’s memories were usually clouded by the amount of alcohol he consumed, but if his guess was right, this man was the District Mayor.
They were escorted into a van, towards a row of beach front houses that were small and cozy enough to not be Victor’s Mansions, but built well enough to house visiting Victors, and probably Capitolites, anyway. Haymitch and Maysilee got assigned the beach house at the far end, being from District 12. Sometimes Haymitch forgot that District 4 was a Career District as well. Now that he saw how lavish the beach houses looked, he definitely remembered.
A staff directed them to the beach house, the side of the road bordering sand where the house was built on. Maysilee avoided stepping on the hot sand and skipped to the stairs in front of the house, Haymitch following her to not ruin his pants. Once they were inside, Haymitch was again reminded that District 4 was indeed a Career District. The house was definitely cozy, a small kitchen to the right of it when you enter, the living room to the left. It had enough space to house a small group of maybe three to four people, which wouldn’t be a problem since it was only him and Maysilee occupying it. The back of the house had a porch that had a nice view of the sea, so one had the option to directly lounge at the beach or swim in the water from only a few steps away.
”Not bad,” Haymitch said, making a beeline for the kitchen to check if there was any liquor in the cabinets. Maysilee stuck a hand out to grab at his wrist though, glaring at him as if to tell him it was too damn early to get drunk. Which she was probably right in, considering he had raided the train’s alcohol stock already.
So Haymitch behaved and mouthed an exasperated ‘fine’ to her and tuned out what the staff was telling Maysilee about. Something about where this and that were? Who to look for? Where to go? Whatever.
The staff handed Maysilee the keys to the house, probably deducting that she would be the more responsible one of the two, then left in the van they came in.
”Guess Career Districts do have it better,” Maysilee said, whistling at the view out back. She may not have liked the grainy sand or the sticky sea breeze, but she couldn’t deny that it was a beautiful view.
“What time do we have to be at the stupid party?” Haymitch said, running his hand through his curls.
”Noon. So about an hour? And a half?”
”And what was the stupid theme again? Beach clothes?”
”Just put on your swim shorts and a half open white shirt, Abernathy. It’s not gonna matter,”
Haymitch smirked again, stepping closer to his co-Victor. He took her hips in his hands and pulled her closer to him, Maysilee gasping a little from the sudden action, stopping herself from outbalancing by placing her palms on his chest.
”You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me showing some skin?”
Maysilee rolled her eyes, craning her neck to look up into his beautiful gray ones. “Like I haven’t seen all of that before.”
Haymitch turned his smirk into a smile and leaned down to kiss Maysilee chastely on the lips. Then again, and again, and God, did he love her taste so much. “That you have,” he said and kissed her once more, long and deep, her soft plush lips feeling like heaven on his own. “You wanna see it all again right now?”
Maysile smiled into the kiss, then pulled away, Haymitch chasing her lips, eyes still closed. Maysilee laughed. “No. Get dressed,” then she stepped away from him as he fluttered his eyes open.
”May, come on, please—”
”You can beg all you want, Abernathy. But we’re attending this party, whether we both like it or not,” she said, looking over her shoulder and walking away from him, suitcase in tow.
He had the gall to pout, but he took hold of his bag, followed her into the room, and followed her orders anyway.
The party may have been held at District 4, but it was very obvious that it was hosted by the Capitol. The attendees seemed to have all travelled from there, with their outrageous colored hair and questionable and gaudy ‘beach’ fashion. The only ones that actually looked nice were the Victors, dressing in much simpler outfits, actually following the theme.
Haymitch came in a white button down shirt that had half of the buttons undone, as per Maysilee’s request, and swim shorts that reached his knees, decorated by a pattern of purple tropical flowers. It matched with Maysilee’s outfit, his co-Victor wearing a white mesh cover up that reached halfway the length of her luscious looking thighs, a silhouette of a purple bikini barely seen from under the mesh, her neck decorated with numerous necklaces. The outfit wasn’t all that revealing, but Maysilee would have worn something even less revealing, still awkward in the presence of Capitolites and potential buyers. But the outfit was Capitol issued, so she guessed there was going to be some sort of punishment that came with it had she refused to wear it. And Maysilee had enough of the punishments. Especially if it wasn’t done to her but to her loved ones instead.
Despite that, Maysilee actually liked wearing the bikini. It made her feel good about herself. She may have smoked her lungs away, and the trauma and grief took its toll on her, but she took care of the rest of her body, staying fit just in case there was a need for it. She coaxed Haymitch into being fit as well, much as he tried to defy her coaxing. But he indulged her anyway, except of course for the alcohol abuse. Maysilee knew she was never going to get rid of that.
Speaking of alcohol, she tried her best to stop Haymitch from drinking too much. No way was she going to take care of a drunk co-Victor making a damn mess. So she went out of her way to pace his drinking, handing him his beloved piña coladas one by one, keeping him away from the harder liquor and especially the shots. He did the same to her, eyeing her when she reached for another cigarette stick. Maysilee pulled her hand back and put her hands up in surrender. Because if she was going to pace his drinking, he was going to do the same to her smoking.
The party went on for the better part of the afternoon, and soon Haymitch was bored out of his mind hearing the fake forced laughs of the stupid Capitol citizens as they chatted with their co-Capitolites and sometimes the Victors. He could spot a few familiar Victor faces in the crowd, all looking worse for wear as it was only a few weeks ago when all but District 4 had to accompany coffins back to their Districts. Then a face all-too familiar approached Haymitch, the person smiling as the golden girl who was his co-Victor and co-Mentor also came to view.
”Well hello, Miss Donner,”
Maysilee turned her head in slight surprise, looking at the origin of the voice.
”Oh—”
”Matthews,” Haymitch cut off Maysilee’s supposed response, gritting his teeth. “Can I help you?”
Chaff laughed, sipping some of the drink from his glass. “I don’t know about you, Abernathy. But pretty Miss Donner here sure could do something to help me.”
Maysilee smiled at Chaff’s attempts at flirting, fully knowing he half meant what he said but wouldn’t act on it had he been rejected.
”Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?”
Maysilee, seeing Haymitch square his jaw, smiled mischievously. “That would be lovely, actually.”
Chaff gestured to a waiter. “Two martinis,” then he saw Haymitch glaring at him, chuckled, and gestured for the waiter again. “Make that three.”
The waiter came back with three glasses, Chaff handing Haymitch his first, then Maysilee’s after, lifting her free hand after and kissing the back of it. Haymitch seethed.
”So, friend,” Haymitch said as he grit his teeth, “you came with anyone today?”
Chaff chuckled again. “Nah, didn’t want to have my schedule occupied.” He turned to Maysilee again, which effectively pissed Haymitch off even more. “Although I wouldn’t mind you occupying it, Miss Donner.”
Some friend Chaff was. Haymitch was going to lose it with all of this flirting and seduction.
But Maysilee simply smiled back, feigning innocence. “While I am very thankful for the offer, Matthews,” she took a sip of her martini, “but I think I have to decline.”
Chaff simply shrugged, not feeling offended at all. “Suit yourself,” he took a sip of his own drink, “But let me know if you change your mind.” He winked at Maysilee, and Haymitch wanted nothing more than to pull Maysilee away from the scene of the crime.
Chaff took that as a sign to exit the scene, tipping his glass towards Haymitch and winking once again at Maysilee. “MIss Donner. Abernathy,” and he walked away, Haymitch watching him with narrowed eyes.
”Damn flirt,”
Maysilee smiled, always happy to see a jealous Haymitch. “I think he’s harmless.”
”That’s what he wants you to think,”
”Are we jealous, Mr. Abernathy?”
”Please, Chaff wishes I was jealous,”
”Jealous you is hot,” Maysilee finished her martini and handed it off to a nearby waiter’s tray, freeing her hands.
Haymitch downed his drink in one go and turned to his co-Victor. “Oh, really now?” was his response, a smirk on his lips.
Maysilee nodded, biting on her bottom lip, her dazzling deep blue eyes looking right at him.
”You wanna get out of here? I don’t think they’ll miss us anyway,” Haymitch offered his arm to her, and Maysilee gladly took it and held on.
”Thought you’d never ask,”
The party venue was a ways away from their assigned beach house, but Haymitch and Maysilee liked walking barefoot along the beach anyway. By the time they arrived, it was nearing sunset, the sun nearing its slow descent into the horizon. They decided to sit on the beach first, hiding beneath the shadows of a nearby beach umbrella, matching all the umbrellas assigned per house.
“You okay?” Haymitch asked, tucking Maysilee’s blonde hair behind her ear, the strands wavy from the beach breeze, and stroking a thumb across her cheek. She always hated the Capitol parties. This one might have been in a District, but it was still one anyway.
But Maysilee nodded, blushing at the sweet gesture. “I’m good,” she said in a small voice, lifting a hand to interlock her fingers with his own.
Haymitch leaned in to kiss her softly, the calm waves crashing against the beach lulling him. The kiss turned deeper as he lazily but affectionately moved his lips against hers, Maysilee’s breathing turning labored. They continued to kiss lazily, and soon, Haymitch was lifting her into his lap, Maysilee trapping his hips between her thighs, feeling Haymitch hard against her bikini bottoms. She gasped at the feeling, pulling Haymitch in closer with a grasp to his beautiful brunette curls, and Haymitch took the opportunity of her open mouth to push his tongue inside, tangling it with hers.
Maysilee could taste the piña colada and martini on his tongue, mixing with the taste of her own martini drink and the nicotine from her cigarettes, tasting intoxicating, riveting. Haymitch grabbed at the hem of Maysilee’s mesh top, pulling away a fraction to take it off of her, as Maysilee undid the remaining buttons on Haymitch’s white shirt, pushing it off of him. Unable to stop himself, Haymitch leaned forward and held onto the back of Maysilee’s head to keep it from hitting the ground as he rolled them over and laid her down on the white sand.
That was when Maysilee pushed at his shoulder hard, leaving Haymitch wanting.
”What…” he could barely form words, drunk on her kiss.
”You are not fucking me on the beach,” she managed to say out loud despite herself, a blush forming on her cheeks matching the blush decorating her lovely cleavage.
Haymitch blinked and took in the sight of her in her purple two-piece tied up swimsuit, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. The swimsuit barely left anything to the imagination, accentuating all her curves in all the right places, doing wonders to her breasts, her hips and that beautiful place between her legs.
”Sorry, what was that again?” Haymitch could barely form a thought, too.
Maysilee pushed on him again, sitting up and leaning on her elbow. “This fucking sand is on my ass, the breeze is making my hair feel icky, the sun is fucking scorching, and it’s not sexy.”
”But I thought we were—”
”Not fucking here, we’re not,”
”But May—”
”Bring me to the damn beach house or deal with your boner on your own, Abernathy,”
Haymitch nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Maysilee shrieked when Haymitch stood up in a hurry and carried her bridal style. Then he rearranged her and put all five foot nothing of her over his shoulder.
”Put me down, Abernathy!” she was yelling, wriggling in his hold. Haymitch could tell by her voice though that she was holding back laughter. “This is so stupid!”
Haymitch spanked her ass lightly, Maysilee letting out a choked little moan from what he did. Well, that was new. “Now, now,” he said, as he stepped towards the back porch of the beach house. “You have to behave or I won’t put you down the way you want me to.”
”You’re such an idiot,”
Maysilee shrieked again when Haymitch put her down suddenly, her feet touching the hard wood floor of the beach house back porch. But before she could scold him for his stupidity, Haymitch pulled her in for a hungrier kiss, his hand cradling her jaw, the other pulling her in by the waist.
Maysilee was quick to react, tiptoeing into the kiss, tangling her fingers into his curls, pulling him closer than what was even possible. Haymitch turned them around and leaned Maysilee against the back porch wooden railing, pulling away from the kiss and placing his lips on her neck instead. Maysilee threw her head back, offering the expanse of her neck to this teeth, tongue and lips, Haymitch kissing and licking where he could, sucking on the spot where her pulse was, making her hitch a breath.
”You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered against Maysilee’s collarbones, teeth coming out to nip at her skin. “God, May, I could just eat you up.”
Maysilee responded with a moan, Haymitch feeling her throat vibrate while he kissed it. And maybe Haymitch wanted to stand by his words and devour her, so he took his lips even lower and kissed at her exposed chest, a pink blush decorating her creamy white skin. He blindly felt for the ribbon on her back and the back of her neck, unraveling them and successfully loosening her bikini top. He pulled away for a split second to rip the top off her and throw it to ground, Maysilee barely getting a breath in before Haymitch attached his mouth to a hardened nipple, licking at it all over with a skilled tongue. He held Maysilee up, noticing that her knees were weakening, an arm around her waist while his hand was busy fondling her other breast, wanting to also give it the attention it deserved. Haymitch massaged Maysilee’s left breast as he sucked her right nipple, then he bit lightly and Maysilee threw her head back once more, back arching, a loud and long moan releasing from her throat.
”Fuck, Haymitch,” she cursed, pushing him towards her chest even more, “More, please.”
So Haymitch obliged, switching positions, sucking and licking her left nipple this time, massaging her right. Maysilee lifted a leg to wrap around his hip in her arousal, and Haymitch did the honour of lifting her other as well to do the same, carrying her in his arms as he kept his ravenous attack on her full breasts.
”H-Haymitch,” Maysilee stuttered. With a loud pop, Haymitch released her hardened nipple, now fully wet from his saliva, and lifted his head to kiss her again. He knew she wanted to get to the fucking already, probably already already wet and feeling empty. But he wasn’t Haymitch Abernathy if he wasn’t going to make her sit on the porch railing and eat her out.
”Later,” was all he said, then kneeled but kept her steady, making sure she wouldn’t fall. He put her legs on his shoulders and wasted no time in pulling on the strings of her bikini bottoms, already too fucking turned on from seeing the big wet spot in the middle. Oh, she was soaked. Because of him too. He wanted to ascend to heaven because how the fuck did he get this lucky?
He looked up at her only to find her already looking at him. With a bite to her lip and a slight nod, Haymitch smirked and pulled the bikini bottoms off her, throwing it away as it joined her top on the floor. Her pretty pink pussy came to view, soaking wet and waiting, clit in the middle a tempting cherry that was ready to be licked and sucked and fucking devoured. Haymitch leaned forward and licked from the bottom of her folds all the way to the top, flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue. Maysilee moaned out loud, not caring at all if they could be heard from the next house, or if they could be heard all over District 4. She felt too good and she needed him to hear it.
Haymitch, spurred on by her reaction, buried his mouth between Maysilee’s legs and licked at her wet folds, moving his tongue in a circular motion at first, lapping at her wetness. Then he hardened it and pushed it inside of her as much as he could, tasting her walls and fucking her with a warm and wet tongue. Maysilee grabbed at his hair and pulled at the strands, the pain turning to pleasure as he kept licking her insides.
Maysilee wanted to lock her ankles behind Haymitch’s head to trap him between her legs, but he pushed her thighs open, stretching her pussy open so he could bury his tongue deeper into her. When he felt Maysilee tensing up, he pulled his tongue out from inside her, Maysilee about to complain when Haymitch took his tongue to her clit instead, flicking at the hardened nub again with the tip of it. He repeated the action, sucking at it once, twice, then going back to flicking it every which way with his tongue. Maysilee could feel a familiar feeling creeping up on her, body tensing up, breathing becoming more and more shallow.
”Haymitch, wait, I’m gonna—!” she got out, words morphing into a moan when Haymitch’s tongue moved faster against her clit.
“Come for me, Princess,” he whispered against her clit, flicking his tongue again and again and again.
Maysilee came soon after, body taut and wound like a too tight guitar string, wanting to close her legs to relieve the tension, only to be kept open by Haymitch’s strong hold. This only made the climax stronger, her toes curling, her legs shaking, nails digging into Haymitch shoulders forming red welts in their wake. She moaned loud enough for the whole beach to hear, not giving a damn if they could be talked about the next day. She would let them know. Let them know that here she was, screaming Haymitch Abernathy’s name as he fucked her with his wet hot tongue.
She kept convulsing and shaking, legs quivering as Haymitch kept lapping up her juices, tasting sweet and salty, tasting of his favorite flavor. He sucked on her clit once more, and she let out more choked moans, sensitive from the climax still. He kept licking at her folds again and again, pussy now pretty, pink and puffy, until Maysilee forcibly grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up from where he was kneeling, a tad overstimulated from the way his mouth moved on her.
Haymitch stuck their foreheads together, seeing a sheer amount of sweat on the top of Maysilee’s breasts. “That okay?” he said, licking at his lips and making sure he didn’t miss a single drop of her slick.
”Fucking more than okay,” she said in between pants, pulling him in for a kiss and tasting herself on his tongue. “That was fantastic,” she said into the kiss, and Haymitch moved even closer so she could wrap his legs around his hips again.
Then felt Maysilee’s hands move lower, untying his swim shorts and impatiently pushing it down, gasping as Haymitch’s cock sprung free from its constraints, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Maysilee held his cock in her small hands, her fingertips not even touching as she did, hungrily kissing Haymitch once more. She pulled his cock closer to her center, smoothing the tip of it against her wet well tongue-fucked folds first before flicking it against her hardened clit. Maysilee’s moan mixed in with Haymitch’s groan, and Haymitch had to pull away from the kiss too keep his self control at bay.
”May…” he choked out, Maysilee still smoothing the tip of his cock against her clit, “May, please,” he begged, sticking their foreheads together again as he hardened his jaw and breathed in and out. “Keep doing that and I’m not gonna last much longer.”
So Maysilee let go of him, but Haymitch kept fucking the outside of her pussy anyway, both of their slick mixing together, her wet folds and clit against the length and veins of his cock.
”You wanna—fuck—just keep fucking like this?”
And that was when Maysilee grabbed Haymitch again and positioned him towards her entrance. “Fuck no,” she said firmly and before Haymitch could do anything she lifted herself off the wooden railing and sank down on Haymitch’s long and thick cock, fully sheathing him inside of her.
Maysilee gasped at the sudden intrusion. But it wasn’t anything new to her, so the pain quickly turned to white hot pleasure, feeling wonderfully full. “Move, Abernathy,” was her command, and Haymitch always gave Maysilee what she wanted.
So he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her off of him, then pulled her down, hard and fast. Maysilee’s back arched, hair a golden waterfall behind her as she threw her head back. Haymitch repeated the same action and lifted her off him again, pulling his cock almost all the way out, then making her sink down to take him back all in. He did this over and over, pistoning into her like his life depended on it, pushing in and out of her with an animalistic-like arousal, all lust and love. Maysilee scratched at his back with blunt fingernails, making her own marks, Haymitch hissing from her doing and fucking her harder and faster because of it. Maysilee bounced on Haymitch’s cock, expertly taking it in like a fucking champ, like the Victor that she was, moans getting longer and longer once more.
Haymitch kept fucking Maysilee into reckless abandon, the both of them molding into each other like they always did in their intimacy. Maysilee took one of Haymitch’s hands and placed it on her breast, needing attention to her chest to ground her back into reality, fearing she was going straight to oblivion. “Please,” her voice barely came out, the word slurring, but Haymitch understood anyway. So Haymitch did one better than what she was asking for. He held onto her breast and lowered his head to put one of her nipples in his mouth, like he had done earlier. Maysilee screamed again, even louder, her nipples sensitive to Haymitch’s touch and tongue. The action proved to be the opposite effect from what she had initially planned. Haymitch licking and sucking at her nipple definitely didn’t ground her back into reality, but kept her farther away from it.
And as if she wasn’t already lost in a different world, Haymitch took an eager hand in between their connected bodies and found her clit, pressing on it with his finger and moving it around in a circular motion. Maysilee knew she was not going to last any longer after that.
”Haymitch!” she screamed his name, feeling something familiar pool in her lower belly. She needn’t say any more after. Haymitch understood her well enough to know she was close. So he pounded into her pussy, mouth and tongue moving faster against her nipple, finger moving faster against her clit.
It was all too much for Maysilee, and her climax had snuck up on her and took her by surprise. She attempted to scream his name again when she did, but she could barely say it, too lost in the feeling of coming. Her insides fluttered against Haymitch’s cock, making it more and more difficult for Haymitch to keep his control. “M-May,” he gritted his teeth, but Maysilee was too far gone, still in the middle of an intense climax.
“May, fuck,” Haymitch cursed as he fucked her through it, Maysilee convulsing, limbs shaking. Haymitch held her close to keep her calm, but his own movements had become staggered as he edged closer and closer to the point of no return. Soon she was milking him of his own climax, still in the middle of her own, and the both of them came together, Maysilee coming once more when he felt Haymitch spill inside of her. He painted her tight walls with white hot liquid, filling her up like she wanted him to, like he wanted to as well.
Haymitch’s knees almost gave up on him as he came, but he held himself together, kept Maysilee up and in his hold. As he felt himself come down from his intense high, he put his forehead on her sternum, a lovely view of her breasts in his vision. He smiled, kissed the top of her breasts again, and lifted his head to look above and at her.
“How about that?” he said, voice hoarse from arousal. Maysilee hadn’t opened her eyes yet, taking a huge deep breath first before she fluttered them open, and looked down at him.
“And what about it?” she responded, same hoarseness to her voice. Goddamn, did she scream. That was going to alert the entire District 4, for sure. Not that the both of them cared.
”Did you like that better than fucking on the beach?”
Maysilee laughed, then choked on a moan when the vibrations of her laughter made her realize that he was still very much inside of her, despite him already slowly softening. Haymitch realized this and pulled out, Maysilee insides fluttering once more and already feeling empty. She bit back another moan by biting on her bottom lip and taking another deep breath.
”As a matter of fact, I did,” she pushed his curls away from where they were stuck to his forehead, and he pulled her in closer because of it.
”Not a single grain of sand in sight,”
”I am never letting you fuck me on the sand,”
”How about in the water?”
”Oh, fuck no. I am not going to get an infection just because want to fuck me in sea water,”
”Look,” he kissed her cheek, making her blush, “doesn’t have to be sea water. What about a pool? A bathtub? A hot tub? In the shower?”
”Do you dream about this at night, Abernathy?” and he kept kissing her cheek again and again, making her smile wide. “Fucking me underwater?”
”I dream about you every night,” he admitted, “fucking or not.”
”Well, how sweet of you,” she finally turned her head to capture his kiss, and he smiled into it because he liked when she was being sweet back. “But it doesn’t have to be a dream, you know.”
Haymitch pulled back, a shit eating grin on his face. “Please tell me you’re saying yes because I saw the bathroom and the tub is massive.”
Maysilee playfully smacked his chest, Haymitch reacting with an ‘ow’ and feigning hurt. ”Not right now, obviously,” she said, still recovering from the intense climax, feeling tender.
“But in the near future?” Haymitch said with a hopeful voice, fingers already drawing circles against Maysilee’s skin. Maysilee felt goosebumps on her skin from the tiny action, feeling her heart kick start into motion once again.
“Tell you what,” she started, “you make me dinner, getting through it without a single drop of alcohol, and after that I reward you by letting you fuck me in the bathtub. Yea?”
Haymitch didn’t even bother with words. He responded by lifting his head and kissing her full on the mouth instead, the smile on his lips mimicking her own.
”I’ll do whatever you want me to, Miss Maysilee Donner,”
And with that, Maysilee wrapped her arms around his neck for support, allowing him to carry her again. “How about that shower? This sea breeze feels sticky.”
”Are we sure it’s the breeze and not—”
”Ohmygod, just move already,”
”Right,”
Haymitch lifted Maysilee into his arms and carried her all the way to the bathroom, almost tripping on his own feet. And if she let herself be fucked from behind in shower, the swell of her breasts smushed up against the glass, Haymitch pounding into her, it was because Haymitch looked incredibly attractive when wet.
Dinner could wait. Maysilee was hungry for something else, anyway.