Original Prompt (anon): Please, write about Hayffie's first kiss!

A gasp emanated from Effie Trinket's mouth as her two tributes stood back to back, nightlock berries held out for all to see.

"It can't end like this," she muttered to a half inebriated Haymitch at her side who simply leaned forward in his seat.

The mentor and escort had done everything in their power to keep the two alive, and now they throw it back in their faces and threaten to commit suicide. Effie swore that if they made it out alive, she would be having words about the importance of being grateful. Those gifts hadn't been cheap and they certainly hadn't kept them both alive to die at the last minute.

The thought saddened her. Twelve had never been this close to winning before, with exception to Haymitch, and it made her realise just how much she didn't want to lose them both.

Much to her despair, Katniss and Peeta began to count then.

"One,"

Effie was on her feet now grasping the glass of indigo liquor with both hands.

"Two,"

They couldn't end it like this; they couldn't simply have no victor.

"Three."

The Capitol should have stepped in, this must be against the rules or – oh Lord, they're really going to let them!

The mentor and escort watched in horror as the midnight blue berries passed the lips of their tributes. Effie willed them vocally to spit them out.

A loud and frantic Claudius Templesmith cut above them and Effie froze.

"Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you – the tributes of District Twelve!"

Effie barely felt the glass slip from between her fingers as she bought her hands to her face. No, this was all some cruel dream. They must be dead, they ate the berries! It's impossible!

Haymitch was on his feet beside her and in just as much a state of shock as she.

"We won," she breathed, and then louder. "We won!"

Without really thinking, Effie launched herself full force into Haymitch who staggered back at the sudden impact. She wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"They did it!" Tears began to fall down her cheeks.

It took a moment or two for him to wrap his arms around her back and when he did, Effie wasn't on the floor anymore.

Haymitch span the two of them around a few times, laughing like a madman the entire time, caught completely in the moment.

When Effie felt the ground underneath her feet again, she was dizzy and breathless and grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Her wig had been knocked slightly askew but she couldn't find it in her to care.

The two stood for a moment, drinking in their long-awaited victory, and waiting for the other to make the next move.

It was Haymitch who did in the end. He moved forward and so unceremoniously took her face in his hands and kissed her square on the mouth that she had little to no time to be shocked or do anything stupid like kiss him back.

It was so pragmatic that it couldn't have been anything more than a sudden bout of happiness on his part. Besides, he was half drunk. He probably wouldn't remember a thing tomorrow morning.

He pulled away, still grinning uncontrollably.

Effie made a note of this short moment and the fact that Haymitch Abernathy was genuinely happy. She wished that she could see more of him this way, she liked it.

"Come on then. Let's go get our victors." Haymitch said, making his way toward the elevator.

Effie nodded and, smiling, joined her colleague.

"Our victors". She liked that too.