Prim had become more and more excited to see her family, though knowing that she had to go to District 11, it dampened her spirits.

"Rue was from District 11," Prim said.

Prim and Haymitch were settled on Prim's bed, with Prim leaning on Haymitch's shoulder, and his arm wrapped around her waist. Haymitch remembered Rue, the second youngest in the games.

"You saved her." Prim's facial expressions saddened at the thought. Prim gazed off into space, remembering the event like it was yesterday.

"What were you thinking? I told you to stick by yourself." Haymitch didn't sound angry at all. He sounded like he was more thankful than anything.

"I did what I had to do." Haymitch shook his head, and looked at her.

"No, you didn't. 'Ya could 'of died, Prim." Prim's eyes filled with unfallen tears. Haymitch shushed her, knowing that whatever he said would upset her. She was in an extremely emotionally impaired state. Haymitch knew what it was like. He had been in her position at one time in his life.

Prim thought about Rue and all of the other children that had died because of the games. It was sickening.

"I-I couldn't j-just leave her..." Haymitch held Prim tighter, knowing that if she had left Rue, she wouldn't be able to live with herself. Even after surving the Hunger Games, Prim still had the quality of innocence.

"I know, Prim, I know." After several minutes of silence. Prim wiped her cheek and turned to Haymitch, pulling out of their embrace.

"I-I-If you d-don't mind m-me asking, w-what was it like when you...?" Haymitch shook his head.

"No, it's fine," Haymitch began to tell his story, "When I was chosen, I knew I was 'gonna die. My mom and brother wished me luck, so did my girlfriend. We were engaged," Prim was surprised, "I had a mentor from another district since we had no living victors. There were four tributes from district twelve, making it even harder for me to focus. When I got into the arena, I met Maysilee. She was a year older than me, seventeen. She was smart and resourceful. When we were allies until we were the final five. When we separated, she was attacked by some kind of pink bird. I killed the last tribute using the force field in the arena...I never should have done that."

"Why?"

"When got back to District 12, The Capitol had killed my mom, brother, and fiancee... They left me as a victor, winning everything I wanted except one thing that I cared for more than anything; family." Tears welled in Haymitch's eyes, one or two streaming down his cheek. Prim cupped his cheek with her small hand and wiped the tear off, maintaining eye contact.

"You have me."

Haymitch smiled sadly and said, "Yes I do."

They stayed in their position, talking.

"Momma loves the outdoors. She will love to be able to make a garden," Prim smiled, "And Lady will get her very own stable room! Oh, and Buttercup can finally become and indoor kitty! Katniss will hate it, but she'll get over it. We're closer to the woods now." Haymitch cracked a smile.

"I never had a chance to plant a garden."

"Maybe I can help! I'll come by and plant and water and plant!" Haymitch smiled at her enthusiasm, but quickly frowned.

"When we get back to the District, we can't...we can't act like we've been acting around each other, okay? Your sister'll kill me and your mom'll help her." Prim brought her hand up to his cheek, stroking his prickled, unshaven cheek.

"I won't let that happen." Prim leaned closer, pressing herself against Haymitch's chest. She met his dark gaze. Their lips were an inch apart.

"Prim." His voice was warning, almost pleading. Prim communicated silently with him, wanting him to lean in, making their lips touch for the first time.

Haymitch wasted no time in leaning forward, pressing his lips against hers. Prim gasped, unsure of what to do. She decided to let him lead, not having much as experience as him. He licked the bottom of her lip. Before she could ask what he wanted, his tongue entered her mouth, exploring. She nervously did the same, clumsily wrapping her other hand around his neck. Haymitch had his hands planted firmly on her waist, restraining himself from taking it farther.

Their legs were tangled together, Haymitch's legs being much longer than Prim's. Haymitch leaned more towards Prim, eventually pressing her back into the bed, her on the bottom and him on top. He propped one of his hands up beside her shoulder, keeping himself from falling on her. Prim was taken by surprised, but made no move to end their heated moment. She enjoyed it; a little too much.

Haymitch pecked her jaw, leaving kisses down jaw, sucking on her neck. Prim leaned her head backwards, enjoying the way his breath felt on her neck. He trailed back to her mouth, claiming it as his. They soon came up for air, both breathless.

Haymitch fell back to his old spot on the bed, instantly regretting what he had done.

Prim was flushed red, remembering what Haymitch's lips had tasted like. She fiddled with her hands, not able to bring herself to talk, not trusting her voice.

"I'm sorry," Haymitch croaked. At that, Prim turned her head towards Haymitch.

"No. You have nothing to be sorry about...If anything, I'm sorry, I know I'm not the most experienced person in the world."

"Was that your first kiss?"

Prim smiled, "Yes and I'm hoping you'll be the person I share all of mine with." Haymitch smiled at what she said.

Maybe he could trust someone with his heart after all.

A/N: I will be continuing Catching Fire and Mockingjay through this story. When you can 'jump' chapters, it should read (for example) "HG: P1" for Hunger Games: Part 1