Original prompt: I have a prompt if you like :) Haymitch takes one of Effie's wigs, she goes to get it back and Haymitch says he'll give it back for a kiss.

sorry it's really short! But I hope you like it anyway:)

Eye for an Eye, sweetheart.

"Haymitch! For goodness' sakes'! Stop being so immature! Give me it back right now!"

Effie screamed at the mentor who was currently running around the penthouse (clearly drunk) laughing as he held up Effie's gorgeous, lilac wig. It went perfectly with her outfit, fluffy and cream, lilac patterned graced across her chest and near her waist. She couldn't afford for it to be ruined by him.

"No way princess!" He waved the wig up in the air. Effie huffed, tired of this child's play he had suddenly grown so fond of.

"I don't know why you hide your hair under this wig anyway," he shook the lilac thing in disgust. "It's actually quite nice. Could've guessed you were blonde though," he teased. Truth was, Haymitch really did like Effie's natural hair colour. It suited her and made her look even prettier than she already was; although he would never admit that to her, or anyone for that matter.

She sighed. Force obviously wasn't getting her anywhere.

"Okay, what do you want?" She snapped. Getting to the point was quicker than messing around. She wanted her wig back, and now. "Alcohol?" She asked, although she knew the answer was probably...

"No," he mused. What?

"No?" She asked again, certain she had misheard.

"Nah. Got plenty of that back there," he indicated to the cupboards behind him. "Don't really need anymore,"

"Then what do you want? I can give you anything, providing you give me my wig back," Effie was pleading now, and shamelessly so. She didn't care- she just really needed that wig.

"Anything?" Haymitch raised an eyebrow at her. She knew that look, it was joking, but also judgemental. He though she was that kind of girl.

"Well, not that," Effie said embarrassed, her cheeks tinted red.

"I do have something in mind," Haymitch pondered, a cocky smirk growing on his face.

"What? Haymitch stop messing around! Tell me!" Effie was getting angry now. Of course, she knew he would give her lovely hair piece back eventually; it was just quicker this way.

Haymitch stepped forward towards her, back bending sometimes at every movement- the same, knowing smile still etched on his face. He shoved her precious wig behind his back and invaded her personal space. Effie stepped back slightly, not too sure of what was coming.

"A kiss please," Haymitch asked, cockily. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips in mock fashion.

Effie was stunned. He was evidently drunk, that was obvious from his breath and walking state. But, a kiss? That was totally unheard of, never mind professionalism and propriety out of the window.

"Umm, I'm not sure-"

"Go-on Princess, an eye for an eye, right?" He opened one eye as he said it and winked at her.

"But I didn't do anything to you!"

"No, but you want this rat back so..." He smiled, he had won this battle.

Effie almost grunted in frustration.

"Fine!"

Expecting a soft, chaste kiss was wrong of Haymitch- especially with her current rage. Before he knew it, Effie had thrown her lips onto his, crushing his mouth with hers. Haymitch's eyes flew open in surprise and his mouth opened just briefly enough for her to slid her tongue inside. Haymitch moaned as he tasted her, champagne and those damned chocolate covered strawberries she would feast on during dessert. He could feel Effie smiling in triumph as his knees buckled.

Still in his trance, he hadn't realised Effie had taken her carefully structured wig from his calloused hands with her dainty, soft fingers. As she pulled away, she saw his mouth apart and eyes still closed, wanting more. She laughed at him and held up her wig.

"What are you doing? It was my request, you should stop when I ask you to!" Haymitch said, annoyed at their wonderful kiss' abrupt end.

"Sorry darling," Effie said sarcastically. "An eye for an eye, right?"

As she walked away adjusting her luscious blonde locks and hiding their beauty away from the world under cosmetic constructions; Haymitch couldn't help but long to know more about her. Thus, stealing her things and stating, 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'