continuation in Gale's POV of my day 1 fic. (I don't know much about guns or what people do when they teach how to use them, so when you read 'gun' it's a hand gun(?). Shoot, I really have no idea, I have no time for research, sorry.)

Day 4 : Exercise/Training/Pants

From sweet to naughty in less than sixty seconds and then…

"Hey!"

He turned and his agony of waiting was rewarded with a sweet smile.

It's been a week since Madge stumbled out of his closet and everything fell into place.

"You're late," he said, just trying to get a rise out of her. It's a habit that would never go away. She's hot when she's angry.

"Yes," she's still smiling, which he also likes a lot. She's hot when she smiles.

"I've been waiting for an hour," It was true. Because he arrived at the shooting range really early, yes, he's a little excited.

After all, it's the reason why they finally release some of the tension between them. Thank god for Johanna's loud mouth and her eagerness to play matchmaker. Madge wanted to learn how to shoot and Gale's good with guns, so he and the brunette conspire to make it happen. And, boy, did he want it to happen.

"Well, I'm here now," Madge said, "And I'm all yours."

He wanted to reply 'Yes, you are' but "Let's start," was what came out. Flirting will be reserved for later, when there's no dangerous weapon around.

Gale showed her how to assemble a gun, telling her parts of it, the body position and finally, shooting a target.

"Not bad," Madge told him after he's done, "My turn."

She positioned at the cubicle, held the gun in front of her then pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

Gale was chuckling behind her. She forgot to cock the gun. He expected her to turn and look at him helplessly and he would come to her rescue.

Just like her shooting the target, it didn't happen.

Madge was trying to figure out what went wrong on her own. Shaking his head, he moved closer and from behind her, grabbed her wrist to stop her from fiddling with the gun, and then mimed cocking the gun because he knew Madge was stubborn enough to not let him cock the gun.

The action bombarded him with recent memories of her flushed against him, the smell of her hair filled his nose, and before he could stop himself, he slid his hands gently up her arms to her shoulder.

"Gale, what are you doing?"

"I miss you," he whispered, he felt her breath hitched. That day in his apartment was the last time he had seen her, work kept them busy and he could only do so much waiting.

"Later," she said breathlessly, his hands were now wandering up and down her sides, "Right now, I need to…"

She never told him what she needed to at that moment because Gale began planting sensual kisses up her neck. He heard her moaned softly. Smiling against each kissing, he reached her ear, which he found out to be sensitive, and he started nibbling it. Madge gasped.

Then the gun went off.

"Have you learn your lesson?"

"Yes," he said, wincing, as they walked out of the hospital. It was just a graze but the bullet left a hole in his pants.

"Good," said Madge, chuckling slightly.

Yes, he learned his lesson but he's willing to sacrifice his other leg when it comes down to it.

So, when they got in the car, he gave Madge a side way glance. as she was about to put the key in the ignition, and said, "Nice pants."

He heard her sighed then turned to him.

"Aren't you going to drive us home?" he asked, when he saw her still holding the key.

"No, not until you flirted it out."

"What? It was a one time thing!"

"Gale, my earring scraped your forehead when you tried telling me that my hair smelled good!" she said, incredulous, "You were already bleeding on the floor by then!"

"Pfft. Nothing to do with your pants," he said, "Which is nice, by the way, in case you missed it the first time. And no holes in it."

Madge shook her head, "That wasn't my fault!"

"You're holding the freaking gun!"

"You distracted me!"

Well, he did. He could admit to that. He should've known better than to make shooting gun time into a sexy time.

"Save it for home," she said, reaching for his hand, "You can distract me all you want."

"Fine, lesson learned. I get it: I flirt, I get hurt," he said it complete with a pout.

Thanks for reading! :)