Dry and dressed for bed, before I'd found myself in his arms again, before I'd enjoyed every single kiss, I'd sat awake at my vanity desk and come to realise how much I actually loved this man.

Now that things where falling into place, the warm feeling I'd always had inside of myself, in his presence, but never took notice of, was now a burning, yearning fire.

Over the past few months of my recovery I'd tried to push him away, ignored the feeling inside of me and told myself over and over again that this man was incapable of loving me despite how hard he had tried to prove otherwise.

He'd been at my beck and call since I left the hospital, and some time before, even though I'd never asked him to. He had carried me and comforted me, cooked and cleaned and been constant company for me, even though I'd never gave him any hope of thanks.

Then, tonight, when I had held him up against me and looked into his eyes and saw how honest and genuine his feeling were, it all became so clear. I couldn't keep denying myself of his affections. Even though it was hard to believe, that this once drunken, foolish mentor, who used to drive me absolutely crazy with hate, could now be head over heels in absolute love with me. It was hard to take in.

And then I saw him. Sat there, without his old companion, drink. Sat there deep in thought, probably, hopefully thoughts of me and with tears in his eyes. Actual tears. For me. It broke my heart.

Now sat here, astride him, like so many months ago he was mending it with every stroke of his tongue against mine and I was mending his.

I pulled away, breathless and painfully aroused "I remember something else..." I said, but his lips couldn't be parted from mine for long so I smiled and spoke into his mouth between his eager kisses "You- didn't- finish" He whipped me over onto me back and rested on top of me.

"Lets make a new memory Haymitch" I breathed as he tugged away his jacket.

Lost in his kisses I suddenly felt weightless. He had lifted me up into his arms and was carrying me towards my bedroom.

"No" I protested "Your room. I want to be in your bed" I wanted to be devoured by him in every possible way, in sight, in smell, in touch. I wanted to be wrapped up in HIS sheets, on HIS territory. For so long it had been about me me me. Tonight was him. All of him.

He pushed me down onto his bed and we were naked within seconds. Wrapped in arms and sheets and being kissed all over like it was th first time. My first time. I felt nervous. He noticed.

He kissed me deeply as he entered me. I hadn't forgotten the feeling of that either. Long, powerful strokes at first that matched the way his mouth moved with mine. I moaned at every thrust as it knocked the air out of me. If it had been good before it was incredible now. I tingled with pleasure at every touch, every movement, every breath.

So this is how it felt to make love to some one. Not just fucking. He was loving me, I was loving him. I was screaming out his name before I knew It and riding out the most intense orgasm.

He ventured south, his hands circling my hips in rhythm with his tongue circling my clit. I bucked against him coming again and again and again, gripping at his hair, tearing at his sheets

"HAYMITCH!"

He kissed his way back up my body and entered me again, this time his pace was quick and hard, like he'd only been warming me up. I held onto his shoulders as he thrust into me over and over. Our sweating bodies sliding all over each others as he grunted furiously and then finally, together, amidst our long and lengthy moans of pleasure we came in unison and fell into a messy heap

We lay there. caressing each other into normality. I ran my fingers through his messy hair and he stroked the tender skin at my neck with his hand. We looked into each others eyes and I caught him grinning. I couldn't help but mirror him.

"Promise me something Ef?" He asked and my mind flew back to our time in the shower, when I'd asked the very same question 'Promise me'

"Promise me that you'll never want to be with out me?" He closed his eyes as if he was making a wish

"Promise me you'll never try to make me leave" I answered. Then we looked, once more, deep into each others eyes and no more words were needed.

Just a simple kiss to seal the deal and a blissful sleep in the arms of the man that I loved, had loved and would love until the end of my days. Until our eyes would close forever.

The End.

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