I did a few kisses on request from a list last night on tumblr so here they are
Kiss meme
3. Drunk/sloppy kiss
"For heaven's sake, Haymitch, keep your hands to yourself or I swear you will find a few limbs missing tomorrow!"
She tries to simultaneously battle Haymitch's wandering hands and to keep him upright. A lost fight. The elevator is too slow for her liking and he is determined to make a nuisance of himself tonight. He is drunk and she is tipsy which is a recipe for disaster in its own right.
She has come to the conclusion a few second ago that Haymitch is secretly an octopus. His hands are everywhere. If she whacks the one groping her, another will pop on her shoulder or too close to her breasts. It was funny at first and she remembered giggling a lot but now he is just heavy against her small frame and annoying and she can't wait to drop him in his bedroom so she can go to her own bed. She opens her mouth to tell him just that when lips crash against hers.
Wet, that's the first thing she registers, too much tongue. It's a sloppy kiss and she doesn't know why she responds to it but when he draws back, her lipstick is smudged and her cheeks are flushed.
She immediately decides to forget everything about it.
4. Awkward kiss
Effie walks them to the hovercraft, dimmer than usual. She doesn't bother with her cheerful persona for Plutarch and Coin, Haymitch has already noticed, and now that Command is moving to the Capitol for the last stages of the attack, he supposes she has no reason to pretend to be happy. The kids are lost, Finnick is dead… He's glad she's staying behind. She will be safer in Thirteen than he will be on the outskirts of the battlefield.
"Be careful." she whispers once they've reached the hovercraft.
Coin is giving last minute orders to the man who will command Thirteen during her absence, Plutarch is hovering nearby, listening to the President's orders and to Haymitch and Effie at the same time, there are dozens of men and women around them…
He wishes there had been time for goodbyes earlier, in private.
"You too." he answers, reaching for her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. He wants to kiss her but years of hiding stop him.
She leans in and, for a second, he think she has taken the decision for them both but she simply presses a kiss to his cheek, at the corner of his mouth. It lingers longer than a friendly peck but it is so chaste for them that it makes his heart ache. People are glancing though and he can tell the situation is awkward.
"Stay alive." she murmurs in his ear before walking away briskly, unwilling to show how upset she truly is.
6. "I'm sorry" kiss
She's hooked to machines when they finally let him in her room. She doesn't stir when he sits next to her bed, she's too heavily medicated for that. There are a lot of things he wants to say to her but he doesn't know if he should start with "we won the war" or "I didn't meant to leave you behind".
He guesses that since she's still asleep it doesn't matter.
Still, he needs her forgiveness because the guilt is gnawing at him from inside and he hasn't yet found a bottle to drown it down.
He is not good with words, not when she's concerned. He does the only thing he knows how to do. He leans in and press a kiss on her lips just in case she doesn't let him once she's awake. He doesn't know how else to apologize. He's scared she won't let him.
7. "I've missed you" kiss
It takes her six months to visit.
He's taken up to raising geese in the meantime, in part because he needs something to do, in part because the racket helps him stop thinking and in part because she would hate the birds.
When he finds her next to the pen, staring at the geese in distaste, pink suitcases at her feet, he's not surprised. He feels as if he has been waiting for her.
The second she spots him, she launches in a rant about illness carried by aviary, how inconvenient poultries are to one's sleep schedule and how absolutely filthy his backyard looks. He smirks through everything, snapping at her at the opportune moments and telling her to go back to the Capitol if she's not happy. She glares and orders him to carry her bags inside. He does but only because it has been too long since she has bossed him around.
He only kisses her once they're in the kitchen, out of sight. Perhaps hiding is a reflex. He pushes her against the counter and they kiss like they can get enough of it, they kiss like the world is ending because it might as well be if they're not together…
He has missed her so fucking much…
Not that he would tell her that.
But he can show her.
And so, that's what he does.
8. Seductive kiss
"No." Haymitch scowls, battling away the hands that want to secure the tie around his neck.
"No?" Effie challenges, lifting a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
She's grinning too. The wider she grins, the deeper he scowls. It's never good when she grins like that because he knows he has already lost.
She raises on tiptoe and brushes her lips against his slowly.
"Are you sure?" she pouts, her hands tugging a little on both ends of the tie. "This shirt needs a tie, Haymitch…"
"I said no." he grumbles. "I hate ties. You know I…"
But she's brushing her mouth against his again and the rest of his sentence is lost when she playfully nibbles on his bottom lip.
"You're cheating." he mumbles.
He doesn't even care.
This is his favorite sort of kiss. It's slow and messy and a promise of sweet tortures to come.
And when she draws back and pecks his lips a last time, her hands adjust the fashionable knot.
11. "I almost lost you" kiss
The bombs start falling before everyone is inside the shelters and it's chaos. Everywhere, people are screaming, doors are closing automatically and soldiers are shouting to stay calm and even though he can understand the logic of that request, Haymitch finds he has never heard anything so absurd. They are being bombed, if there ever was a moment to panic, this is it.
It's chaos and he can't find her. Faces blur past, some familiar, some vaguely known, some completely foreign…
He knows Katniss is safe, he is at peace on that account, but Effie… Effie is so stupid she might have gone back for her wig or her dress or her jewelry or for those things she claims she can't live without… Effie is so stupid she might get herself killed and he will be left…
"Haymitch!"
He turns around and there she is, fighting against the flow of people to make her way to him. She is so small and frail she is almost carried away by the crowd but still she fights to reach him because she is stubborn that way. He makes himself a path toward her with his shoulder, pushing people aside if he has to. He only breathes again when he gets a hold on arm.
He doesn't know who initiate the kiss.
It's the first time he kisses her in public and he doesn't care because they are bombs falling on them.
It figures, he thinks, the first time he kisses her in public and they're about to be bombed into oblivion.
He doesn't care.
He keeps a hold on her arm.
He can't lose her again.
20. Exhausted parents kiss
Effie tries to rock her, to sing to her, to tell her stories but Oria won't settle down. She's not hungry, she's not sick but she won't sleep at night and she only sleeps at random hours during the day and Effie is so exhausted she wants to cry. Oria does cry. Loud wails that pierce her ears and make her feel inadequate as a mother because she is her baby and she should be able to stop her from screaming her lungs out.
She hears the nursery door being pushed open and she turns with an apologetic wince because he has spent most of the previous night by their daughter's side and she has done her best to prevent the noise from reaching him.
"I will take her." Haymitch mumbles sleepily, arms already outstretched. "Go to bed."
"You need sleep too." she points out, biting her bottom lip hesitantly.
"Yeah, I didn't push her out of you know where two weeks ago and she doesn't suck on my breast ten times a day." he scoffs. "It's fine, sweetheart. Go get some sleep, you need it."
She doesn't need much more to be convinced. She is so tired she can't see straight. She transfers the baby in his arms and presses a lingering kiss against his lips.
"Thank you." she whispers.
"I expect payback once you're up to it." he smirks.
"Not in front of the baby, Haymitch!" she chides him but presses a last kiss on his lips.
21. Jealous kiss
Effie isn't the jealous kind.
Well, that isn't true. She is the jealous kind but it has been some time since she had had reasons to feel that way. The war has come and gone, Haymitch has asked her to move in years ago and they are happy. They bicker, they fight, they swear they are done at least three times a week but they always make a point to make up before going to bed because life is short and you simply never know. They are older now and Haymitch never looks at any other women – not that a lot of women are looking at him anyway – and she is secured in her knowledge that he loves her.
Which is why she finds it so difficult to share him.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" he asks her with such love and fondness in his eyes she can't help but steal a kiss. He is a little surprised by it, she thinks, but he gives in easily, shifting the baby in his arms to avoid crushing her.
"She is precious." Effie agrees with a bright smile, brushing her hand against Willow's plump little cheeks.
She might be a little bit jealous but she can learn to share.
22. Giggly kiss
"Stop trying to make me jealous." he growls, rolling on her even though he's completely spent and he knows she will soon complain about sweaty skins and his weight crushing her. He doesn't care if he crushes her or not, watching her dancing and flirting with all those men has been enough for him to be in a dark mood.
"But, darling…" she giggles, either unaware of his blatant irritation or amused by it. She likes to play with fire. He wonders how long she will like it once she starts getting burned. "That's half the fun!"
He smothers her giggles with his mouth, swallows them whole and pretends he doesn't get drunk on her exuberance.
25 – "We can never be together" kiss
"You're welcome to visit."
It's a joke, nothing more. He knows she will never willingly put a foot in Twelve just like he will never willingly put a foot back in the Capitol. Both of those places are haunted for them. It's funny they would both be sentenced to a life in a ghost town. It's funny it won't be the same one.
Or maybe it's just his bitterness finding twisted humor where there is nothing but missed opportunities.
"Of course." she lies with one of those deadly smiles she can always muster on command.
The hall of her building is dark. He only came to tell her about the trial outcome, about taking Katniss back to Twelve tomorrow, nothing more. She doesn't invite him in her apartment. She stands in front of the door, almost defensive.
"Goodbye then, sweetheart."
"Goodbye, Haymitch."
Her voice breaks a little but no tears shine in her eyes. No tears ever shine in her eyes, she's better than that. Always the perfect actress.
His eyes linger on her face a second longer, commit her features to memory… Then he gives her a brief nod and finally leaves.
He's almost at the elevator when she grabs his sleeve. He barely has time to turn his head before she's cradling it between her hands. The kiss is soft, a caress but not a promise. It's their first and their last. It's beautiful and tragic in the same breath.
"Goodbye." she whispers.
She's gone before he can say anything.
He breathes in her perfume once last time and wills himself to move.
Katniss is waiting.