Somewhere along the line, he had picked her up and set her right on his lap, and she blinked at his proximity. Her eyes focused on his to find them wide with fear, and she felt both of his arms securely around her.
"You finally back sweetheart? I was getting worried."
She shook herself again. "Sorry Haymitch. Lost in my thoughts."
He snorted. "Obviously. You were checked out for almost five minutes. What was on your mind?"
She looked up at him once more, truly noticing him for the first time since she realized why she felt such a strange need to be close to him. She opened her mouth to speak, although she didn't have the first clue what she was going to say, when she looked into his eyes. Her eyes dropped to his lips, and for the first time, she wondered what it would be like to taste them, to feel them against her own. She didn't realize she was drifting closer to him until she heard her name.
"Katniss?" He asked softly. Her eyes flicked back to his, and she saw hesitation, but she also saw longing, hope. Her eyes moved down to his lips and back to his eyes once more, and he seemed to catch on. He leaned toward her as she moved toward him in return. When their faces were less than an inch apart, Haymitch took her face gently in his hands, her own already at the back of his neck. He held her back, though, and looked into her eyes, seeking answers.
She took a deep breath, hoping against all odds that he felt something toward her, that he was not repulsed or angry when she spoke. "I love you Haymitch," she whispered.
The next thing she knew was fire as his lips captured hers in a burning, searing kiss that made her forget everything but Haymitch and the moment they were in. One hand tangled in her hair as the other pressed against the small of her back, holding her to him with every last vestige of strength he had. She fisted her hands in his hair, matching the passion and desperation of his kiss, needing to feel him closer to her. He pushed her back until she was laying back on the bed with him hovering over her, and she tilted her head back as he moved from her mouth down the column of her throat.
Her legs wound tightly around his hips and she arched against him, desperate for more contact. Her hand went to the front of her shirt, fumbling to release the buttons. She could already feel his erection forming against her, and all she knew was a deep longing to have him deep inside her.
He framed her face with his hands, looking deeply into her eyes. "I love you," he whispered to her. She felt something swell in her chest, and tugged on his neck, pulling his lips back to hers.
His mouth returned to hers and she felt how much he wanted this. "Haymitch," she panted, barely able to form words. He paused, leaning up enough to look down at her. He seemed to be coming to his senses slightly when she managed to force out more words. "Make love to me Haymitch," she panted. "Please." He looked down at her, and she could see the raw emotion in his eyes.
"Yes, Katniss." The sound of her name on his lips made her skin tingle, and he scooped her up in his arms, laying her down properly on the bed, with her head on the pillows instead of her feet, as she had been several moments ago. His fingers found the buttons she had failed to undo, and pushed her nightshirt off her shoulders. His hands cupped her breasts and she shivered, letting out a low moan when his thumbs grazed over her nipples. He repeated the motion again, and she arched her back toward him.
He deepend the kiss as his hands moved to her pants just as she went for his, and stripped down at the same time. He lay down on top of her, and his erection poked against her belly. Curious, she reached down, and he lifted himself up slightly so she could wrap a tentative hand around him. She was stunned when she realized that she couldn't quite make her fingertips touch, wondering if he would even fit inside her. He was long, too, but that wasn't a pressing concern. It was the width that scared her. He noticed her fear, though, and kissed her gently, stroking her cheek with his thumb. He looked down into her eyes and smiled at her.
"Never done this before?" He asked her gently.
"No," she said, biting her lip. He leaned down and kissed her again, effectively pulling her lip away from her teeth. She adjusted her grasp on him, trying to get her fingertips to touch. She tensed slightly when she realized she couldn't.
"It'll fit sweetheart, I promise." She looked up into his eyes and nodded. She trusted him. His fingers found their way to her entrance and probed gently, slowly pushing a finger inside. His brow furrowed in confusion, then smoothed out. "Rack yourself on a tree branch at some point in time?"
She was confused as to what relevance it had to anything, but answered him anyway. "Yeah, I was almost eight." He nodded as though something made sense, which made a dim memory surface, and she realized what he was asking about.
He smiled at her. "Well, that should make this quite a bit easier, but it will still hurt a bit. I'm sorry sweetheart, there's no way to change that."
She nodded, she had already figured it would hurt. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him deeply, trying to distract herself. It worked decently, and she was only vaguely aware of Haymitch lining himself up with her. His fingers probed her once more, gathering some of her moisture on his fingers and spreading it down his length. She broke their kiss and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Then in one swift, sure stroke, he pushed himself completely inside her, barely wincing when she bit into his shoulder to stop the cry of pain.
He cradled her in his arms, murmuring quietly in her ear as the deep burning inside her began to subside, giving way to a sensation of feeling very very full. She released her jaw, not realizing until she saw blood just how hard she had bitten down. She kissed the wound gently, feeling guilty. "Don't worry about it sweetheart, it's not that bad." He gently pressed his lips to hers once more, still not moving inside her, waiting for her to adjust. After a couple of minutes, she began to twist her hips experimentally, and he slowly pulled out, waiting for her reaction. Her legs pressed against him, and he slid back into her, both moaning in unison.
Haymitch began thrusting slowly, always waiting for her to signal he could speed up. Sensations were overwhelming her, and soon she was writhing helplessly beneath him, begging him to move faster, which he obliged. He kissed her deeply as he made love to her, stroking her hair and her face. She felt something tighten low in her belly, and as his thrusts picked up speed it snapped and she shrieked in pleasure, completely overwhelmed by the sensations rushing through her body. He came with a cry of his own, thrusting erratically into her as he spilled. When she had drawn every last drop from him, he rolled them over and collapsed on his back, with her splayed on his chest.
