Belated Happy Birthday to Dendroica. Here's some nerd!Gale.

Suit Up

With Gale's graduation fast approaching, and several interviews and meetings with prospective employers already lined up, Hazelle Hawthorne had ordered her son to buy a new suit. The task of taking him shopping for the suit had fallen to Madge, and it was one she relished. Making her handsome boyfriend try on a range of suits had been very gratifying for her, and once Gale realized the effect it had on Madge, it had been surprisingly easy to convince him to buy an elegant, dark grey suit. (It had also been surprisingly easy for him to convince her to get a little frisky in a dressing room.)

As it happened, the first opportunity for wearing the suit came when Madge's father gave her two tickets to the opening night of the prestigious Panem Opera Festival.

Aware that her boyfriend was going to look incredibly grown up and mature in his dashing new suit, Madge decided to change up her own wardrobe for the occasion. Instead of her usual pretty, pastel dresses, she bought herself a very sophisticated, sexy dress in blue and red block colors. Combined with sleek updo, and an amazing pair of new shoes, Madge felt that she looked every bit as mature and sophisticated as her boyfriend.

She perched on a stool at the bar of the Panem Opera House, waiting for Gale, and politely dismissing several attempts at being chatted up. When Gale arrived, she saw him standing in the doorway, surveying the room. He was frowning, and his gaze travelled over her three of four times, before he finally recognized her. His eyes lit up and he licked his lips as he approached her.

"Wow," he said, sliding his hands around her waist. "You look beautiful."

"Really? You like it?" Madge asked.

"Hell, yes," Gale told her. He stepped back and smiled at her. "You look so sexy. I mean, you always look sexy, but this is a whole new level."

She tried to play it cool, but Madge was beaming internally. "Well, thank you. You look really good too." Really good. Find-a-dark-corner-and-pull-him-into-it good.

Gale pulled her closer, his hands drifting down to grab her ass as he placed a series of kisses along her throat.

Madge couldn't help but tilt her head to give him better access for a brief second before remembering they were in a crowded bar. "Gale! Stop," she admonished, pushing him away.

He didn't look all that happy about complying, but did stop kissing her long enough to order drinks for them. Gale kept his arms around her, kept her close to him, kept letting his hand drift. Madge protested, in a very halfhearted way.

Even after they took their seats and the concert began, Gale's hand rested on Madge's knee; his fingers inching under her skirt to caress her inner thigh. More than once, she had to push his hand down, thought it went against every instinct in her body to curb his ministrations.

At the interval, Madge paid a visit to the restroom to freshen up, then joined Gale at the bar. He watched her cross the room with an expression on his face that could only be described as lustful.

When she reached him, he pulled her closer and nuzzled her neck. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" He murmured against her skin.

"You've mentioned it," Madge said with a giggle, absolutely loving how much he was into her new look. "I never imagined a dress would have such an effect on you."

"I didn't either; I usually prefer you out of your dresses; but this is bringing back all my Linda Danvers fantasies in a major way."

Well, that was like being doused with a bucket of cold water. Madge reared back. "What? Who?"

"Linda Danvers… Supergirl?"

Madge felt her eyes narrow. Supergirl? That was who Gale was into? She knew he had a wide range of interests, but when it came to comic books and superheroes, Gale tended towards the darker, grittier anti-heroes than smiley former Glee actresses.

"Seriously?" She spluttered at last. "You like Supergirl?"

Gale shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, not for a long time, but Supergirl was my very first crush." He grinned to himself. "I had my first wet dream about Supergirl."

Madge slapped his arm. "Oh my god. You are such a nerd." It was the suit's fault. It had made her forget that Gale was a total and utter nerd at heart. "So, the only reason you like my dress is because I remind you of your crush from before you discovered porn?"

Gale rolled his eyes. "No! Madge, you are the sexiest woman here tonight, and the most beautiful. I would be all over you no matter what, because I love you and I really, really want to sleep with you. Like, you don't know how badly. It has nothing to do with the dress."

Madge bit back a laugh and playfully punched him again.

"It has a little to do with the dress," Gale admitted.

"I suppose I can't hold that against you. I had the same reaction to your suit," Madge relented, although it did sting that his reaction is because of her similarity to a comic book superhero.

Gale grinned and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "The suit I'm wearing tonight," he reminded her, preening a little.

Madge laughed; he was entirely too good looking and knew it.

The bell chimed to alert the audience the second half was about to begin, and Gale sighed. "Let's go back in."

Madge linked her arm through his as they walked back to their seats. "Are you hating it?"

"It's OK. I don't hate it."

She kissed his cheek. "I really appreciate you coming with me tonight." Opera is really not his scene, and if visualising her as Supergirl helped him enjoy the night, who was she to complain?

Back in the dark, Gale's hands once again start wandering and this time, Madge disd nothing to stop him. By the time the concert was over, she was ready to rip his suit off.

They managed to make it back to his dorm room without committing any acts of public lewdness, though it was touch and go in the back of the taxi.

"That was amazing!" Madge gasped when they finally collapsed, sated and breathless onto Gale's tiny mattress. "Fucking amazing."

Gale grinned smugly. "I would say it was super."

It was the sort of night that made Madge shiver with pleasure for days afterwards. Just thinking about it made her ache with desire for her boyfriend. She was desperate to see Gale again to work out some of the pent up arousal, but with their busy schedules, and Gale spending the next weekend with his family, it would be two weeks before they would see each other again.

If Katniss noticed that Madge was taking longer showers than usual, she didn't mention it.

So it wasn't really a surprise that the moment she and Gale saw each other again - at a restaurant where her group of friends had gathered to celebrate Finnick's birthday - that Madge hauled Gale into the disabled access restroom.

"I missed you so much," Gale told her as he pressed her against the door and suckled on the sensitive spot below her ear. His hands were already inching under her skirt.

Madge pushed them away. It took every last ounce of willpower in her body, but she pushed his hands away. "Not here. We can do that later."

Gale groaned. "The wait might kill me." His eyes traced over her outfit and he groaned again. "Did you dress like that on purpose?"

Madge smoothed down the blue wrap dress he had creased and wiggled her leg to display the red leather boots she had hunted down especially for tonight. "Yes," she smirked.

"To torture me?"

"If I wanted to torture you, I would show you what I have on under this dress," Madge said in a sultry voice.

Gale swallowed audibly. "What's under the dress?" He reached for the ties, but Madge slapped his hand and pushed him away.

"I'll show you, but you can't touch. Not until we get back to your dorm." Gale was practically panting in anticipation. Slowly Madge untied her dress and let it fall open.

"Holy fuck!" Gale's eyes bulged.

He had been expecting sexy lingerie. Instead Madge was wearing a white crop shirt with the Supergirl logo emblazoned across her chest. The shirt ended just below her breasts, to display an expanse of her yoga-toned stomach all the way down to the short, tight blue skirt.

"Holy fuck," he said again. He tried to think of something else to say, something to convey how much he fucking loved the outfit, loved her; but the only words he was capable of were holy fuck. So he said them again. "Holy fuck."

Madge grinned, delighted to have reduced him to a stammering wreck. As a crime-fighting outfit, the Supergirl costume was highly impractical, but for seducing her boyfriend it was quite effective.

She tied her dress and checked her appearance in the mirror. "Ready?" she asked.

Gale grabbed her, pulling her close to him and kissing her deeply. "You are so amazing, you know that. Better than any fantasy I've ever had. I love you. You're my Supergirlfriend."