You Cannot Be Him…Just No…Impossible
(Gadge/Madge)
(Prompt)

"He'll be there, I promise!" Hazelle Hawthorne, CEO of Hawthorne Incorporation, calls back to Madge as she hurries down the hall back to her office where her phone is ringing, her finger wagging at Madge. Madge loves Hazelle Hawthorne any day, except when she was trying – for what felt like the billionth time – to set her up with her son. Who, in fact, is still nameless with the promise of being extremely handsome ("and I'm not just saying that because he's my son!" she could say every time). It was the third time she had promised he would be at one of the holiday parties, and he has yet to show up to one ("he's in the military; they like to tell him things last minutes. Next time, though, I promise!").

Madge always dressed up nicely too. She would put on her best dress heels and sexy-but-work-appropriate dress. She even put in a whole extra five minutes into her makeup! Had to make sure her winged eyeliner was like a butterfly, not a caterpillar! And, despite the fact that she was still hung up on a guy she slept with college, she was always disappointed when Hazelle's son didn't show up.

So this year, Madge doesn't put too much effort into looking good. She's almost certain she'll be let down again. But luckily, her "college friend" was ready to entertain her via text. At least he was reliable. She put on a pair of matte, black heels and a long, black, flowy dress that reached her ankles and had a slit up to her mid-thigh. It was a form fitting dress that hugged her feminine curves in all the right places. She pulled up her hair into an I-don't-care messy ponytail and grabbed her velvet red clutch that held lady products and her phone.

She walks over to the table by the door and grabs her keys from the little glass dish and walks into her garage – making sure to be extra careful going down the stairs in her stilettos. She gets into her white and black Ford Mustang and sits her clutch in the passenger's side seat before turning on the engine. Thanks to Hawthorne Incorporation's big salary, Madge had been able to buy her dream car and a nice, big house. She backs out of her garage into the starry night and backs up her car into a little side drive to turn around. She hated backing out of her long driveway.

Clicking on her headlights, she slips off her shoes and cruises down the driveway, loving the soft purr of her Mustang.

Madge is sitting on one of the sofas arranged around the room with a tall, fat glass of red wine in her right hand. She's people watching at the moment, taking a sip of her wine every so often. Her eyes, though, haven't moved for quite some time because she found a male specimen with a nice butt and stellar shoulders. He was wearing a pin stripped blue suit that fit all too well and dark brown dress shoes. From what she could see, he had on a pair of socks with red and gray triangles on it; classy. She's has been admiring him for quite some time when he turns around. He pushes his jet black hair out of his eyes and glances around the room with dark, space gray eyes that looks like the night sky when the moon was out. Then it hits her….

She knows him…

Not just knows him…like knows knows him…

College guy…great counterpart…great smooth talker…nice sheets…

No….no!

This is impossible…it can't be!

But it was. It was him in all his glory. He was more fit than ever and his eyes still had that look about them, like they held all the secrets in the world; but now they were darker, more guarded, more experienced. She could see the hard lines of his jaw from all the way across the room and her eyes immediately locate the scar located on the line of his jaw. She doesn't remember the story behind it, all she remembers was the night she couldn't stop tracing it.

But wait…why was he here? Did he work here and Madge just hasn't noticed? That's impossible, too! Madge would notice a man like that, anyone would. Madge downs the rest of her wine in one big gulp. She was sweating and praying he would notice her, but she couldn't take her eyes off him. God, he was still gorgeous.

Oh no, Madge, don't go there! Don't!

Too late. She was remembering all there nights together. All the pictures he sent her at three in the morning when she asked. All the soft touches to her skin, his rough hands against her smooth back. The way he always smelled of pine and peppermint and the way it would drive Madge mad. Her breath catches in her throat when she remembers the way he would speak, not but words, but by actions: the touches, the kisses, gently pulling her close, softly placing a blanket over her when she was too tired to go back to her own dorm room. College was here and damn did she want just one for night. But she also wanted to hide from him, go off to the bathroom to deep breath and push away the memories.

Breathe, Madge. You aren't here to see him. Hazelle said her son would be here and you're here to meet him!

Madge motions a young waiter over and takes another glass of the fantastic red wine and down half of it immediately. Just like in college, Madge has a deep rooted feeling that she wants more with the guy. She wanted to ask him out all those years ago (well it wasn't that long ago), but she didn't think he was one of those guys willing to give up his bachelorism and be tied down to just one girl. Why now? Hasn't she gotten over him yet?

When she looks back over to his spot at the bar, he was gone. It made her nervous. Was he looking for her? Did he notice her? Oh Christ, she was doomed. And doomed she was.

Hazelle Hawthorne comes into view from over her shoulder with a gigantic smile on her face and college guy following closely behind. "Madge!" she says happily, extending her arms out to give Madge a hug. Madge hugs her back. She definitely doesn't miss the spark of recognition in her the man's eyes as she does so. Damn, he remembers her too. Neither one of them mention it as they sit with Hazelle. Gale and Hazelle on one couch, Madge on the other.

"So Madge, this is my son, Gale." 'Gale' extends his hand out for Madge to shake. She firmly takes it and squeezes gently.

"Madge." He says, his lips twitching like he's holding off his smile. Madge nods and smiles politely when really she's internally combusting at the warmth of his hand, "I've heard a lot about you."

"I hope nothing bad."

"Well…" Gale releases his smirk this time. Hazelle swats at her son's chest while shaking her head no.

"No, I have not!" she exclaims. "Well, I'm going to leave to go mingle," she flutters her fingers at them; "You two get to know each other!" she disappears as if she was never there. And Hazelle Hawthorne wasn't one of those moms that stayed close to overhear her child's conversation to make sure he was being appropriate, either, much to Madge's and Gale's benefit.

"So, uh," Gale scratches his head and gives her a desperate look. "Uh…"

"I've been good, Gale. How are you?"

He smiles at her and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She's totally blaming this on the wine. But she can't overlook the way her toes curl in her heels. He clasps his hands in front of him and leans his elbows on his knees.

"I've been…busy." He says. She watches the wheels and gears turn in his head as he determines just how much he wants to tell her, "Work's been pretty crazy lately."

"Your mom said you're in the military now." His eyes light up with excitement.

"Oh yeah, speaking of work, it's new recruits training. I swear some of those little 18 year old assholes don't know when to shut the hell up. I'm mean literally!" he laughs, "They are so disrespectful sometimes!"

Madge smirks and takes a sip from her wine and enjoying the warm bravery it gives her, "Sounds like someone I know…" she presses her glass to her lips.

His eyes widen for a moment, "I didn't…" he gestures between the two of them. Madge shakes her head.

"God no! You were always the perfect gentlemen…at least in person." They both smirk at that, thinking back to the text messages he sent her a few days ago. But she had requested it!

…

The night carried on and on. They talk the rest of the night about useless things and countless things that have happened since they last saw each other. Turns out Gale has two purple hearts now and a series of other medal and was just promoted to General of the Marines – something he's quite excited about. Madge has signed up to be a foster mother and was currently waiting for the company to find her a little kid to foster.

Madge will never forget the way his face lights up at that. He asks a bunch of questions about the process and why she wanted to do that. He doesn't mention it, but Madge gets the feeling that Gale thought about doing that. He would make an excellent father; Madge has no doubt about that!

The night moved smoothly and soon enough, just like college, Madge and Gale end up in the same spot they always do. Too much wine and not enough physical contact. Only this time it's at Madge house instead of smelly dorm Madge hasn't had a partner since him because no one could live up to that and Gale has been surrounded by way to many guys and girls that were busy fighting a war for a hook up. The process felt natural to them both, they knew all the sweet spots. And afterwards, Gale didn't hesitate to pull up Madge's silky white sheets over them both and kisses his way down his throat.

"I love you." He whispers against her neck. Madge freezes and Gale soon follows, realizing his mistake. He springs back from her with widen eyes, but he doesn't try to correct himself. It's too late now.

Madge knows she should be worried or freaked out. They have only kept contact through text messaging in the wee hours of the morning. But now, now she has had way too much wine and Gale Hawthorne was in her presence and, damn it, that college dream was finally becoming part of reality. So instead of yelling at him to get out of her house, she crawls over him and kisses him.

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