I very much had a wish to torture you (for torturing us by writing such wonderful drabbles and not expanding those au) and ask you to compile as many as you can for the kiss prompts. But I take mercy on you and just say 12 😏
[12. a kiss on the Cupid’s bow]
“Breathe, honey,” comes the teary laugh.
“I feel like I’m supposed to be telling you that,” Peeta says shakily, leaning against his wife’s sweaty temple.
“I mean maybe half an hour ago, but — ” She exahales on an overwhelmed, happy whimper and hiccups. “Oh, I am a mess.”
“You’re perfect. She’s perfect. Everything is perfect.” Their newborn daughter dozes peacefully, swaddled and nursed, in her mother’s arms.
“Her little nose,” Katniss breathes. “Her little mouth. The tiny Cupid’s bow.” She kisses the tip of her own finger and gently touches it to her baby’s lips.
“I recognize those features,” Peeta says, turning her chin to look at him, leaning in to kiss her nose, mouth, Cupid’s bow. “She’s a miniature of her Mommy.”
“Except for those eyes,” she reminds him. “She’s got the world’s prettiest eyes.”
