Gale hated watching her dance. She moved her body so fluidly with the music and she made sure to make eye contact with him the entire time. He never should've told her that he was in love with her while they were drunk. She hadn't been as far gone as he had thought, and she hadn't automatically fallen into his arms as he had thought either. Ever since then she would tease him on purpose, making sure to bend down in front of him or allowing him to glance down her top ever so subtlely smirking all the while. It was killing him.

This was the last time though. He couldn't take any more of it, not when she was dressed like that. Her hair was down, just the way he liked it, with her wild waves and her dress was like a second-skin, so tight he didn't know how she moved in it.

She was making her way to the bathroom when he decided to follow her. As she moved toward the bathroom Gale walked in right behind her. It was a unisex bathroom, so he didn't have to worry about scaring any unsuspecting women with his presence. She gasped turning around. Gale took this momentary lapse of composure to shove her into the wall.

She smirked as soon as she realized it was him. This only infuriated him more.

"This has got to stop," Gale growled.

This only caused her smile to grow wider, "Oh Gale! What ever do you mean?"

"Goddamn it Madge! You know what I mean!"

It was at this moment when Madge decided to throw him a bone. She just enjoyed seeing him writhe underneath her. She craned her neck up land a kiss on his neck.

Gale's eyes fluttered shut, "I swear to God Madge…" His sentence trailed off as he felt Madge press her small body to his, her mouth lazily covering his. She could feel something hard pressing against her leg; this made her smile through the kiss.

Gale was taking full advantage of this situation; his hands were all over her body. At first they were on her ass, holding her up against the wall. But as soon as she wrapped her legs around his waist he could use one of his hands to explore her body. For all of the blue ball hell Madge had put him through he figured her entire body was owed to him. He rubbed her breast over her shirt. This caused a moan to escape her lips. It only made him harder. "Madge, if we don't have sex in the next twenty minutes I will die." Her head fell back as a laugh escaped her lips.

They walked out of the club hand in hand walking quickly. After figuring out whose apartment was closer they ran off. Turns out hers was closer.

As they entered the elevator, they gravitated toward her. Gale picked her up again, pressing her against the side of the box they were in. His lips trailed over the delicate skin of her throat.

She moaned out his name.

Gale paused, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the room. "Say it again," he demanded in a breathy whisper.

Madge let out a low breath before she whispered his name.

She could feel his smile against the skin of her neck. "Get ready to scream that all night." The small woman shuddered.

As soon as the elevator stopped, Madge dragged him toward her apartment. She moved to turn on the lights, but as soon as they flickered on Gale shut them off. The room was pitch black and she was sure they were bound to knock into a few things on their way to her bedroom.

She took a step forward, but Gale grabbed her waist, pulling her against his body. "Your eyes will adjust, but in the mean time." He spun her to face him and grabbed her delicate face in his hands. He lowered his mouth onto hers, he groaned from the taste, like the sweetest of wines. She was so painstakingly beautiful, and now she was all his. Her back was arched toward him, as if she were offering her body to him.

He moved away from her and he examined her. Her lips were swollen from the kissing and her eyes were shining from the light on the moon. She was so beautiful. He readjusted her so her back was to his chest. He leaned down to whisper, his hot breath against her ear. "Tell me what you want." The words were a gentle demand, but there was a commanding tone to his voice nonetheless. "Tell me what you need, Madge."

She loved the way he said her name. She couldn't wait for him to say her name in the throes of lovemaking.

Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but she waited for him to lead her. He clutched her hand, sensing what the next step was and moved toward the bedroom. Her arms grabbed the hem of her dress and she made the necessary movements to take the garment off. Gale's hands stopped her and he pushed the hem back to its original place. "I want to do that." His hand sought out hers and he brought it to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to the inside of her wrist. It was the most sensual kiss she'd ever experienced on the least sensual part of her body. He placed it on his chest. "Now you undress me." Her fingers were nimble as they undid each of the buttons on his shirt and he wondered what other skills they were good for. He was sure he'd find out soon. He shrugged off the shirt as her fingers moved to his jeans. She moved fast, and if this wasn't their first time he would have slowed her, but he was just as eager as she was.

He watched as she kneeled on the ground, making sure the jeans made their way to pools at the bottom of his feet, while her fingernails skimmed down the skin of his legs. It sent jolts of electricity straight to his member. He was in for quite a ride tonight. Literally.

"Now your turn." He approached her. He may have been a hunter in a previous life, but now hers were the eyes of one, watching him like he was her prey. His eyebrows rose at the thought. His hands moved to the hem of her dress again, slowly bringing it up toward her raised arms. He made sure to touch as minimal amount of her skin on the way up as possible. He wanted to hear her beg for it. The offending piece of clothing was finally gone, and he watched as the blonde shook out her messy curls before her eyes set on his.

She marched toward him, a woman on a mission. She lowered her head, kissing the sensitive flesh of his chest, making her way up to his neck. He forced himself to be unresponsive. He needed to hear her ask, ask for him specifically. After a few minutes of him not even touching her waist, she stopped, looking at him.

"What are you doing? I thought you wanted this." Fuck, yes he wanted this. If she thought to move her hands down to his manhood, straining against the fabric of his boxers she'd know. There'd be no doubt of it.

"I do." He whispered, "but I'd like to hear you ask for it more."

She looked him straight in the eye. "I want you to touch me."

"Where?"

"Anywhere you want."

He smirked. "As you wish, milady." His fingers sought out the clasp of her bra, removing the fabric within seconds. Her breasts were malleable in his hands and from the sounds she was making, he knew that she was enjoying the exchange as much as he was. Her small hand moved down toward his boxers, reaching down to grasp it. She gasped at its girth. He grabbed her hand out of his boxers. "Your turn."

He kneeled in front of her, both of his hands moving to the cloth on her hips. He slowly, arduously, brought the small piece of clothing down to her ankles, where she stepped out of them. Her breathing was ragged, and her chest was heaving from the anticipation. With steady hands, Gale moved her ankles apart, his hands trailed the insides of her thighs, gripping them as his mouth moved toward her core. He gave her one long, slow-moving lick down her slit. He moaned at the taste. She tasted perfect, better than any of his dreams. His arm moved around her thighs to steady her, she was one moment away from her knees buckling.

He looked up at her from his place on the floor. "I think you're more than ready." She nodded, breathless.

He stood up, his arm wrapped around her waist, just in case she made another quick move toward the floor. Gale sat at the edge of the bed, but not before removing his final piece of clothing. His member was throbbing, harder than he'd ever felt it before. She kneeled over him, each other knees on either side of his hips. Madge placed a passionate kiss on his lips, his head in her hands. She felt his hands move to her hips, as he lowered her onto him.

She felt hot all around him, and he let out a low moan. "Madge," he murmured against the skin of her collarbone.

She hummed out a response, too blissful to speak aloud.

"Do you have any plans for the next few days?"

She shook her head, not trusting her mouth to form the correct words.

"Good, because I have your days and nights planned."

She moaned at the thought of their next few days together.

Gale guided her hips in an up and down motion. He could feel her fingernails gripping into the flesh of his shoulders, but he could hardly concentrate on that when there was a goddess riding him.

It took her a few minutes to adjust to the new position. He was sure she'd only ever known missionary, but Gale wanted her in control, even if he had been the one directing her before. Gale was taken from his thoughts when Madge moved in a counter-clockwise motion, instead of up and down.

He groaned out a curse. He could feel that she was staring to go, so he stopped the movement of her hips. He needed to hear it.

"Gale!" She looked at him, eyes wide, hair matted to her forehead. She tried to move herself, but his grip was unrelenting. "More," she groaned. She repeated it again and again, a litany to his ears.

She could feel his fingers gripping into the flesh of her hips, as he guided her roughly. She screamed his name and many curses that she wasn't aware she even knew.

They were both close. Only a few more thrusts, until they would both be spent for at least an hour.

He groaned her name, the sexiest look on his face as he did so. The sound of her name on his lips, in the throes of such passion, finished her.

Gale fell back, bringing her with him, their hearts were beating in sync, hard and fast. "Shower?" He asked against the skin of her neck.