Prompt : I know you have really many prompts waiting but when you're done with 'em probably you could do one where hayffie share their first kiss on the roof of the trainingscenter and it's just because it is really romantic with the sunset and everything. And when haymitch wants to throw in a sarcastic comment effie says sth like: i don't wanna stop kissing you

At Sunset

"I've been looking everywhere for you." she sighed, closing the door to the roof slowly behind her. She looked around curiously, never having been up there before. The sight was just as amazing as from the penthouse's window bays. The Capitol spread around them as far as her eyes could see, a mix of buildings, colors, and flashing lights. "Cinna and Portia are about to dress the children. I laid a clean suit for you. I picked it myself and you should thank me because Portia was all for dressing you in purple and gold. I knew you wouldn't care for it so I put my foot down. You are wearing a navy blue with gold trimmings. It should fit you just fine. What is it? Do I have something on my face?"

Haymitch was watching her from the roof edge, a smirk on his lips and his flask forgotten in his hand.

"Do you even breathe?" he mocked.

"Of course, I breathe." she huffed. "What do you take me for? A robot?"

"Once upon a time." he snorted, as if it was a private joke. He toasted her with his flask and threw his head back to drink, leaning dangerously over the edge in the process.

She took a few hurried steps forward, worried he would fall. "Be careful."

If possible, his amusement only grew.

"It's safe. Watch." he said, tossing his flask off the roof. She barely had time to worry about how drunk he was before the flask bounced back up because of the protection she did know about, it didn't mean she wanted him to free fall only to be projected back in the air. He caught the flask easily enough, obviously not picking up on her irritation. "See?" he triumphed. "Me and force fields, we're old friends."

"I am delighted for you." she deadpanned.

His smirk deepened. "I love it when you're sassy, Princess."

"I hate it when you're drunk." she retorted. "All the more so when we are about to be on live television in less than two hours."

"Unfortunately, I'm not drunk." he denied. The flask disappeared in his pocket but she pursed her lips, unconvinced.

"What are you doing here then?" she asked.

"Enjoying the sunset." He nodded to the sky that was progressively getting darker. "I wanted to see why the kids were so fond of the place."

"Well, it's a nice view, I suppose." She ventured closer to the edge, daring to sit next to him. The landscape was truly breathtaking. They were so up high people barely looked more than tiny ants in the streets, the colorful business signs were being turned on and more and more lights spilled from windows.

"You're not looking at the right thing, you know." he told her. "It's the sky that's interesting." When he left the edge to lie down on his back in the middle of the rooftop, she thought he was definitely drunk but she changed her mind when he waved her over. He wasn't drunk. He had finally snapped. He was mad. "Come on, sweetheart. When have you ever done something crazy like lying on the ground?"

His tone was taunting but she didn't take the bait.

There was no point beating around the bush, she figured.

"You are mad." she told him very plainly, without bothering with diplomacy.

"Humor me." he requested.

Haymitch had always possessed a gift for making her do ridiculous things. She supposed that since she planned on changing before the interviews, it wouldn't be such a hassle to dirty her dress. With a sigh that would let him know, she hoped, he was being insufferable, she went to sit next to him. It wasn't enough for him, he tugged on her arm.

"All the way." he insisted.

She rolled her eyes. "Is that how you proceed when you want women to lie down for you? No surprise you don't have that many conquests."

"I didn't know you were keeping count." he chuckled. "Are you jealous, Trinket?"

"Hardly." she scowled, finally giving in to his relentless tugging and lying down next to him. All she could see from there was the sky. There was a light tinge of orange but it was hard to say if that came from the sunset or from the city lights. "I don't see anything worth dirtying my outfit."

"Because the Capitol spoils everything." he spat. "In Twelve, sunsets look like the whole sky is on fire. Orange then a blue purple. You should ask Peeta."

"I will do just that." She didn't bother to hide her sarcasm. "If you aren't neither drunk nor mad, are you high? Did you accept anything coming from District Six? Or was it Johanna again? Don't think I don't know she likes her occasional recreational drug…"

"I don't do drugs." he cut her off defensively.

"No, I suppose you don't." Or she had never caught him if that was the case. She turned her head to look at him but he kept staring at the sky. His cheeks were hollow, she had noticed he wasn't eating properly. "What is this about, Haymitch?" she asked softly.

"You and me enjoying a moment." he half-shrugged, still looking up.

"We could enjoy a moment in the living-room like civilized beings." she pointed out. "Why do we need to be lying in the dirt on the roof like children?"

He turned his head then and she almost wished he hadn't because her breath caught in her throat. They were closer than she had first realized, close enough that she felt the unconscious need to lick her lips. She forced her mind back on tracks.

"Are you nervous about the interviews?" she asked, voicing her own concerns. "I am certain the children will do fine. Peeta is a natural and Katniss… Well from what Cinna told me, her outfit will be stunning enough that no one will notice if she sulks too much if we're lucky."

"I'm not worried about the kids." he replied, his voice was a low rumble that found a strange echo in her chest. They needed to get up, she thought, get their heads back in the games and stop acting as ridiculous as they were now. They had no time for ridicule. Yet, she was held captive by his grey eyes.

"Are you worried about the others?" It was barely a whisper but it felt like a betrayal all the same. The others. They had been very careful in not discussing them by names because most of the other tributes were friends this year and they couldn't get distracted from Katniss and Peeta. Yet, she knew how seeing Chaff or Finnick – among others – being sent to their probable death must have been horrible for him. It certainly was for her and she had never been in an arena of any kind.

"No, sweetheart." he said. "I'm worried about you."

It took a few seconds to register.

"Me?" she laughed but it sounded a little broken. "Why in Panem would you be?"

Apart for the fact that she was lying in the dirt, she was perfectly fine. She was also perfectly happy to remain lying in the dirt as long as they were pretending the rest of the world didn't exist.

That plan was moot, however, it seemed.

"Because you're not ready for what's coming." he said flatly.

Her laugh died in a choking sound. She propped herself on her elbow and looked around in fright.

"There are no bugs here." he sighed. "I checked twice. Too much noise probably."

She hadn't noticed the noise before he brought it up. She was used to city life: the honking of cars, the music, the shouts… All of that was white noise to her.

Still, she stared at him, her heart hammering in her chest. "Even so. You shouldn't… That's treason talk."

It wasn't truly. He hadn't said anything yet but she knew it would have been. She knew him.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

He propped himself on his elbow too and it was even worse than when they had been lying down. Their bodies were angled toward each other. Her heart wouldn't stop banging against her ribcage, she felt giddy, stupid like only a young teenager with her first fling could be.

"Yes." She didn't hesitate or think about it. She didn't need to. Haymitch, as annoying as he sometimes was, had her back just like she had his. They were a team. They had been a team for years.

"One hundred percent?" he insisted.

This time she did hesitate. One hundred percent was asking a lot. She had learned long ago that completely trusting anyone came with risks of being hurt beyond repairs. In her line of work, trusting someone one hundred percent was dangerous. Haymitch had let her down in the past but he had also saved Katniss and Peeta and for that she admired him. She trusted him. "Yes."

Some tension left his body and the smirk came back but it wasn't as playful as usual.

"If all goes according to plan, at some point in a day or two, something will happen." he whispered.

That was treason talk.

"I don't want to hear that." Hearing it made her dizzy. She wasn't a rebel. She wasn't brave. She was only an escort and she was terrified out of her mind enough as it was already.

"Sweetheart, I'm leaving." he said anyway. "And if everything goes right, I will have the kids with me."

And suddenly she was terrified for a brand new reason.

She didn't answer. What was the right answer to that? She couldn't object if he was doing it to keep the children safe, could she? She didn't ask about the technicalities, if he said it would be happening then it would. But… She wasn't sure she was ready to let him go.

When he reached for her hand, she clutched it like a woman about to drown would clutch her salvation.

"I want you to come with us." he finished. Her eyes met his in surprise. She must have been gaping a little because he winced. "The kids will probably need someone familiar to take care of them."

It was lame.

"Is that the only reason?" she prompted.

"What other reason do you want?" he scoffed but his eyes darted to her lips.

She knew why he was so reluctant to take what he wanted from her. The ghost of his dead love was still weighing on his mind, the girl haunted his nights, she heard him screaming her name in his nightmares from the other side of the penthouse.

It was proper to let the gentleman take the first step but she was tired of waiting for Haymitch to outgrow his fear and she had never been shy.

He didn't try to push her away when she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. It was chaste and he froze for a second, long enough for Effie to regret her decision, but then his hand coiled around her neck and pulled her closer. A kiss turned into two and then into three and without knowing exactly how, Effie found herself half-lying on his chest, torturing his mouth without mercy.

When they finally stopped, his eyes were sparkling with mischief. Despite the gloomy discussion that had taken place right before the kiss, the mood was strangely romantic. It was easy to pretend they were alone in the world under the dusky sky and that everything else was a nightmare they didn't have to tackle right then.

He opened his mouth and she just knew he was about to sprout some nonsense – probably about his methods to get women lying down being successful after all. She placed a hand on his lips.

"Don't make me stop kissing you." she warned him.

He lifted the hands resting on her waist long enough to indicate his surrender. He stretched his neck to capture her mouth again.

She thought they might have a problem because they were due to appear on live television in less than one hour and a half and she didn't want to stop kissing him.

She never wanted to stop.