Chapter Four:

Effie rolled onto her stomach and stared at her new...lover? Friend? She decided not to think too much about which label fit him best, and pushed it to the back of her mind.

He was sitting against the frame of the bed, and she watched as he took a sip from a glass of scotch.

"You know, we should probably go talk to Katniss and Peeta," she suggested, but it was evident she had no plans of getting dressed or even getting up.

He ran his hand over his face as if he was considering it, but she knew he wasn't. "Maybe later," he finally told her. "They're probably still in shock."

"Yes," she agreed, grinning playfully at him. "I'm sure they're wondering exactly what happened."

"Speaking of which," he began, taking another sip of his drink. "I'm kind of wondering the same thing. One minute you're angry, and the next you're jumping me like there's no tomorrow."

She gave a half-shrug, trying not to blush. "I don't know...I guess seeing you angry was kind of amusing and a little sexy."

"Amusing?" he repeated the word. "You find me being angry amusing?"

"And sexy," she reminded him. "I also found it sexy."

He rolled his eyes. "That's even worse," he told her, but didn't appear to particularly care.

She looked at him, thinking back to only a few hours ago when she had freaked out that she had woken up with him in her bed. Now she was completely sober and couldn't be more at ease with him there.

"So what now?" she asked, lightly running her finger down his abdomen.

He shrugged, watching her hand as it steadily travelled lower. "I don't know," he replied. "You tell me."

She didn't respond for a moment or two, taking the time to think over what she was about to say. "Do you want to...?" she trailed off finally, knowing he'd be able to fill in the blanks.

He arched an eyebrow at her. "Again? Four times in less than twenty four hours?" he asked, setting down his glass on the nightstand next to her bed. "Aren't I a lucky man."

"Trust me, what's about to happen has nothing to do with luck," she told him, purposefully making her voice dramatically sexy.

He smirked at her.

"But the odds are still ever in my favor, aren't they?"

The End