Summary: Gale and Madge are best friends, or more? Rated E for smut and language.
It's almost lunch, the time that they decided to meet for breakfast. But Gale loves to sleep in, so does she, so neither of them protest to the scheduling of events. He sits in the diner booth sipping on black coffee when the bell above the door rings and rattles.
"Sorry I'm late," Gale hears from behind him. He turns around to face her and he smiles.
"Hey Undersee."
"Hi," she greets back. Sliding into the booth, she takes off her coat and reveals last night's dress. Gale notes that Madge is fresh faced without any light makeup, and her hair is slightly damp as well.
"This is a different look you have going on here," he teases, and Madge rolls her eyes.
"I went out with the girls last night, you know how it is."
"I'm assuming you didn't leave with the girls last night."
"Shut up, Hawthorne," Madge commands with a joking grin. Even when they've known each other for years, they still don't talk about sex as openly as people would expect from best friends. Gale saves that for his close guy friends, like Thom, and he's sure Madge does the same with Delly and Johanna.
She coughs and signals the waiter, waving to him and giving him a nod. They don't even bother with menus anymore, they both know what they want, and so does the waiter. They come here at least once a week, but always for breakfast food regardless of the time of day.
Madge scans him up and down and a look of worry falls over her face. "You look tired, did you sleep at all?"
He laughs. Being tired is the least of his problems right now. "Leevy broke up with me last night."
"Shit, are you serious?" she asks with a worried expression. Gale nods. "For good?"
"I think so."
"I'm sorry," Madge offers, biting her lip, but she knows that it will hurt regardless of her condolences. Gale had been dating Leevy for almost six months, and at some moments he really thought it was going to last. "Did she tell you why?"
A coffee comes for Madge, and she smiles politely before returning to her face of apology.
"I don't know. Something about my job and that time her family came to visit. Long story short, I guess I was a bad boyfriend."
"That's all? Wow," Madge sighs, and Gale shrugs, not knowing what else to say. "I guess I shouldn't ask about that time her family came to visit."
"I guess not," he shrugs, but she still raises an eyebrow. "I don't know, I was just bored. Using my phone, giving curt answers, you know the rest." He's no good at pretending to be polite, especially when he's not enjoying himself.
"Okay, but that sounds like what Gale Hawthorne is like all of the time," she teases.
"You're awful."
Madge snorts. "Yeah, talk about it."
The host comes over with an egg's benedict for Madge and french toast with bacon for Gale. They thank him, and take a few minutes to just eat, both starved from putting off a meal until this time of day. After a couple of bites Madge swallows, brushing hair away from her face and looking up at him.
"So I'm going on a business trip this week."
"Oh really? To where?"
"Los Angeles."
"Okay," Gale nods, letting the information sink in. Madge goes on trips pretty often, and her publishing company always sends her to outrageously beautiful places to meet with potential authors and illustrators. "That should be fun."
"I guess," she shrugs, sipping her coffee.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean yeah, it'll be fun. Good weather and all, and I'm going with Delly. But I don't know, travelling just stresses me out. I'm a homebody through and through. You know that."
"I fucking wish we could trade jobs," he jokes, and Madge laughs plainly. His job is so boring these days, the engineering firm won't even let him go out to the construction sites yet. For months he's been glued to a desk and crunching numbers, triple checking building calculations.
Breakfast with Madge on Saturdays has been a ritualistic item for almost two years. It's hard to keep up with your best friend when you both lead busy lives, but they've been able to designate this time to each other, and Gale's glad that's the case, because they click.
They had met in college through Katniss and other friends but hated each other immediately. Gale's not sure why, probably because of his biases on her and a lack of desire to understand each other. But when he and Katniss were dating she had forced them to get along, and that friendship ended up lasting longer than his romance with Katniss, funnily enough.
"Can you feed Snickles for me?" Madge asks towards the tail end of their meal.
"Huh?"
"When I'm gone next week. Can you feed him?"
He chuckles and shrugs. "Sure. I'll feed your cat for you. But I won't take him to my place."
"Yeah, yeah. I know all about your expensive upholstery," Madge nods, rolling her eyes and smiling. "He's really independent. You truly just have to feed him."
"Sure, Undersee. Anything for a friend." There's a flicker of hesitation in Madge's eye, a flinch of sorts, but Gale doesn't catch it. He coughs and wipes his mouth. "You'll be back before Saturday though, right? We can still do this next week."
"Oh yeah, my plane lands back here on Thursday night so it won't be a problem."
"Cool," he replies, really meaning it. The split bills arrive and they pay accordingly, and when they're out the door and almost ready to go their separate ways Gale pulls her in for a hug, and her arms wrap around his torso instinctually.
"Bye Gale."
"Bye. Call me, okay?"
"Okay. See you next week."
Gale reaches under her welcome mat for the spare key and unlocks her door, stepping in and looking around for the feline. He spots Snickles lounging on the window sill unsuspectingly, so he deems it safe to enter. He's only slightly scared of Madge's pet, he never had one in the house growing up after all.
It's Madge's second day gone from the city, and as he promised, he's stopping by her place after work to feed the damn thing. Work was fine, he review a small project that he'd been assigned to one more time and then sat in on a couple of meetings.
Looking around her kitchen cupboards for the cat food, it's nowhere to be seen. But Gale has done this before, and he's seen Madge feed her cat dozens of times over, he's just forgetful of these things. So he wanders around to other storage compartments, and even though her apartment is familiar to him he still feels like he's intruding. On her walls there are pictures of her family, other friends, a lot with the two of them though. There's one from that time she tried to teach him how to ski, that must've been taken at least three years ago when they had just graduated.
The cat food is under the bathroom sink. He dutifully pours it into the pan, fills the other with water and makes his merry way home.
His home is half empty, there are spaces on his bathroom counter and in his drawers. Even though he and Leevy hadn't officially moved in together they were still as most couples were; she had a drawer at his place and tended to stay the night. She had come by two days ago to collect all her stuff back, and Gale hasn't bothered to reorganize and fill in the holes yet.
The breakup was amicable and he could see it coming from miles away, but still it bums him out. So he orders a feast for one of Indian food and when it arrives, he wallows on the couch and watches his crime dramas in peace. It's a way to recuperate, and he looks past the fact that he did the same thing yesterday. He thought about calling up Thom or someone else, but the only person he's comfortable with just calling to hang casually on a weekday anyway is Madge. And she's not here, everyone deserves to veg out every once in awhile.
He's four episodes in when the notification for his work email goes off. It's Beetee; he needs blueprints from him for a project that was moved up to tomorrow. And the blueprints aren't perfect yet, so Gale lets out a sigh, turning off the TV and going to work.
It's not often that the firm makes him do things after hours. Gale understands the urgency and it's not like he's doing anything important anyways. At least if he's working he doesn't feel useless, it's a better use of his time that switching on Episode 5.
It takes a couple of hours to finish, and when he finally sends it into his project manager he hops right into bed. Gale decides to check his Instagram, see what Madge is up to right now.
There are a couple of photos that she's already posted from the trip. They're mostly just scenery, he doubts that she and Delly have time to visit Hollywood Boulevard during their business trip. But there's a picture of her drinking coffee in a little cafe, Delly probably took it, and he notices that the sunny skies outside bring out her eyes.
He's still scrolling through his social media feed, halfway to falling asleep when his phone starts to ring, and Gale is startled out of his trance to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Gale!" he hears on the other end, and he smiles when he recognizes her voice. It's a coincidence that he was just thinking about her. He checks the digital clock on his nightstand and realizes how late it is, it really took him a while to finish Beetee's task.
"Hey Undersee, how's business?"
"Good! And California is so beautiful, you'd love the weather."
"Are you outside?"
"I was. Just got back from a bar with Delly," she explains, and Gale chuckles with understanding.
"A bar, eh? I guess that explains why you're calling me at this time."
"What do you mean? It's only ten."
"It's one in the morning where I am," he offers and Madge gasps, and then proceeds to burst into giggles.
"I'm so sorry, I hadn't thought about the time difference at all."
"Don't worry about it," he insists, taking off his glasses and placing them on his nightstand to rub his eyes. He only wears them when he's reading or watching a screen, but his eyes get sore after long. Plus, with the state Madge is in right now, he probably won't get back to working, who knows how long she'll want to talk. "What are you doing now?"
"Just sitting in bed."
"That's all?"
"Well I was scrolling through the TV channels, but nothing good was on. So I wanted to call you," Madge explains, as if she's trying to recount it to herself.
"Sounds fun," Gale comments mundanely. He's glad she called despite the time, his day was looking to just be another boring and long one without her. Madge doesn't go on business trips often, but when she does Gale feels the impact in his chest. He doesn't even want to think about what would happen if they lived in different cities.
"What about you?"
"Hmm?"
"What have you been up to? How's the breakup been treating you?" His best friend is surprisingly comprehensible when she's intoxicated, if anything she becomes more honest, more considerate.
"It's been alright, I've mostly just been concentrating on work. Watching a lot of TV."
"That's not good. You should take care of yourself, start running again."
"It's the middle of February, Undersee."
"The gym exists, you know?" Madge points out smartly, and Gale snickers and shrugs, knowing that she can't see him. "Also, you shouldn't dwindle. She wasn't worth it."
"I know that," he insists. His relationship with Leevy only lasted a couple months, it was fun but it never got too serious. He needed emotional connection, but she gave him some distraction and good memories. "I always get hung up over my exes though, you've seen me." He gets silence on the other end for a while, but he stills hears her breathing closely, close enough to know she hasn't fallen asleep on him. "Katniss too, you know?"
"Yeah," she replies. "Wow, I'm just realizing that almost all of your exes are brunettes."
"What can I say, maybe I have a type."
More dead air fills the call, and Gale wonders if he's said something wrong. Madge's breath is shaky, and the static is severe enough for the noiselessness in his apartment to jar him. The juxtaposition is two separate silences that sounds so different, and he doesn't know which one is worse.
"Fuck, Gale," she whispers after some time, she's laughing humorlessly.
"What's wrong?"
Madge sighs. "I'm so in love with you."
They've said the words before, platonically and casually. Gale's never heard them in this way though, not from anyone, definitely not from her. The thought makes his gulp, and he panics. "I love you too."
"No you don't get it. I don't… I can't do this. I don't know why I said that to you, I'm tipsy."
"Maybe because you meant it?" he offers. Gale understands what Madge meant, he just didn't want to assume. And now she thinks he's clueless or something worse.
"But you didn't."
"Sure I did, you're my friend and I-"
Madge laughs humorlessly, cutting him off. "I have to go."
"No you don't," he points out. "You just got back to your room, you don't have to go anywhere."
"Gale, I want to get off the phone," Madge restates, and he gives up. He's confused and tired, barely lucid enough to comprehend this call. Maybe it's a dream, but he doesn't know if it's good or bad. "I'll see you when I get back, okay?"
"Sure."
"Goodnight," she adds.
"Bye, Undersee," he bids before the line ends and the phone goes back to it's home screen. Gale growls at it, tossing it onto the foot of his bed and covering himself in blankets.
She confuses the fuck out of him. He knows that she had a few drinks, but the words still get to him. He never thought he'd hear them from her, he's not sure why.
Because that fragile platonic love they shared now seems to be a facade. How long as she felt this way? Gale always thought of Madge on another level, an untouchable one that he would never be able to cross. But if she thinks of him in that way, if she really meant it, then Gale is left to reevaluate their whole relationship.
Which he does. All throughout his sleepless night and until she comes home.
Madge: I'm not feeling so good today, I think I caught something on my trip. Raincheck on breakfast tomorrow?
Gale stares and his phone and sighs, wishing that they could speak in person. It's confusing, he's not sure if her excuse if real or not but Madge is definitely acting like nothing is wrong, and that worries him. He wants to talk about the call, but he's not going to be able to do so if she's so willing to neglect the fact.
And he gets even more antsy when days pass and he hears nothing from her. She isn't the type to leave problems un-dealt with, they both like facing them head on, why would Madge need to ignore him like this?
It's not like her. Well at least, it wasn't like her before. Gale doesn't know what their relationship is like now and where it's going, and that's all he really needs for her to clear up.
So on Wednesday after work, he heads over to her place. She's always home from work before he is, he's certain he'll find her there.
He knocks on the old door and puts his hands in his pocket. It's still chilly in the city these days. When Madge opens the door and smiles he's grateful that he can step into a warm space.
"Hey Gale," she greets, gesturing him in. She looks good, well rested and comfortable. So unlike the way Gale's been beating himself up for the past week. "How have you been doing?"
"Well," he lies, trying to figure out how nonchalant she's being. "What about you? Are you still sick?"
"Sick?" Madge asks for a second, before her eyes widen and she nods. "Sick, right, yeah. I'm feeling a lot better, thanks for asking."
"Why are you avoiding me?" he asks with narrow eyes, but she plays it off.
"I'm not," she answers quickly. "Do you want something to drink? A beer or something?"
"Sure," he sighs, willing to let her play the hostess if it's her defense mechanism. Gale follows her into the kitchen, where she pulls two beers out of her fridge and pops open the caps with an opener. She slides one toward him on the counter so that they're both holding them, but neither of them drink.
Madge is dressed for spring. She's wearing a flowy, cream coloured dress that falls just above her knees with flirty sleeves. He wonders if she's even been outside today. It's beautiful on her nevertheless, and he isn't complaining about his view of her creamy legs.
"Pretty dress," he nods, and she smiles.
"Thanks. You know I hate dressing for the weather outside. I dress for-"
"-the weather you wish we had," he blurts, finishing her sentence. They share a moment of recognition and familiarity, it means that things are still well between them. Gale hesitates and takes a breath, searching for any response Madge can give to his silent question. "Madge."
"Yeah?"
"Are we going to talk about it?"
"Talk about what?" She just wants to hear him say it. She wants to see how he phrases it so that she can know if it's a good or bad thing, Gale knows her too well.
"Are we going to talk about the phone call?"
Silence, and then a shrug. "What is there to talk about, Gale?"
"Come on, Undersee, are we really going to do this? We're just going to pretend that nothing is different?"
"Isn't that what you want?"
"What? No. Why would I want that? You said that you-" he hesitates for a second, maybe waiting for Madge to react. But she doesn't even flinch, she just stares blankly back at him. "Madge, you said that you loved me."
"I guess I did," she laughs facetiously. She wanders away from the kitchen but Gale just follows her, so she turns around to face him. There's no counter in between them now, and even though he towers over her slightly he feels like she's in charge. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Did you mean it?"
Madge challenges him. "What if I did? That wouldn't change anything, it'd just make you uncomfortable. We'd have to either stop being friends or you'd have to reciprocate."
"Then what if my answer is the latter?"
"Shut up, Gale," she demands, but Gale doesn't want too. He doesn't understand why she thinks his automatic response to her admitting feelings for him would be disgust. Because he's attracted to her. She's beautiful, any rational person would agree on that one. And he already knows he loves her personality and her humour, so does it have to be any more complicated than that. "Please don't mock me like that."
"I'm not mocking you," he insists, shaking his head. "I'm serious." Gale wonders what his eyes look like right now, because her blue ones are wide and full of a curious confusion. He leans in closer and Madge doesn't budge.
"Undersee?"
She swallows. "Yes?"
"I'm going to try something."
He cradles her face and leans in, so that their lips just graze. Instantaneously Madge leans forward too and captures his mouth purposefully and begins to kiss him proper, and Gale can barely help himself when he takes two steps in and pins her to the wall.
It's so strange, kissing a girl that he's known for years who he's been so close too. Most of his friends are other guys and a lot of his relationships started fast and fizzled out. But Madge is a completely different circumstance, one that he's unfamiliar with.
So he approaches it gently, nipping at her lip and gently raking his fingers through her soft hair. Gale doesn't know what she likes and decides to play it safe, but quickly realizes he's making a mistake when she pushes him away.
"Stop," she spits out, hands propped against his chest. Gale scans her eyes for a sign, any emotion that will work out his confusion but all he gets are piercing blue irises indicating a passion. "Stop it."
"What?"
"Don't kiss me because you pity me."
He doesn't pity her at all, not in that way. He doesn't see her as some poor girl pining over her best friend, and he wishes Madge knew that of him. Maybe Gale's being hesitant, but it's not because he's trying to soothe her out of her sadness. He's hesitant because she's Madge and she's beautiful and if he asks for too much at once his chest might shatter.
"I don't. But what do you want then?" he asks. Because if she wants to stop, he can stop. He'll walk away like none of this happened and try to promote some sense of normalcy.
Madge is staring too and Gale knows that won't be her answer. He feels her consent when her fingers curl around the collar of his shirt, he sees it in her eyes. "Don't kiss me like you pity me. Kiss me like you want me."
And that, Gale has no problem with. He pushes her against the wall and captures her lips forcefully, inhaling her breath and running fingers through her hair. Her small hands trace his chest and the back of his neck never stopping for long.
Her smell is familiar but Gale never associated it with these sensations. And now, he doesn't think he can hold her coat or step into her place without picking up the notes of her perfume and thinking about kissing the soft skin of her neck. He sucks on it and Madge moans, using her hands to pull him closer.
She's incredible. Gale wants Madge to take him and just devour every breath he gives her. He wants more, so when he lifts her leg around his waist and she hooks the other one around too, he can't help but gasp at the closeness of their groins. He carries her to her bedroom, lips never leaving hers.
When Madge falls softly onto the mattress she's already reaching for his fly, and that's how Gale knows she's been anticipating this as much as he has. Everything is so perfect it feels rehearsed, even when his hands stroke her stomach from under her shirt. They feel the same temperature even though he knows that he's hot.
"Turn over," she whispers against his lips, so Gale has no choice but to sit on the bed with his back against the frame.
"I want to see you," he replies, asking for compromise. Madge complies, slipping off her dress revealing a simple black bra and lacy panties. Compliantly he sheds his shirt too, and without notice her hands are back on his fly and feeling him through his jeans. He's already hard, and because she seems to determined to get him naked and because she's looking at him in that way, he gladly lifts his hips so that she can slide them off.
"Mmm," she moans hungrily, stroking his hardness and kissing his chest. Gale would've never known that Madge was such a minx, but when she scrapes her teeth against his nipples and kisses them all doubt falls through his mind.
"Oh, fuck," he groans loudly, and Madge just giggles.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes," he spits out, closing his eyes in concentration. It's hard to do so when one hands still stroking him through the fabric of his underwear and the other is playing with the band. She tugs at his boxers and slowly pulls them down.
His cock springs free, already embarrassingly stiff and ready and for a moment Gale is insecure. He doesn't know why, he is usually confident with women in the bedroom and has been told he shouldn't worry about his size. But something feels more intimate about the way Madge stares at it, biting her lip with furrowed brows.
Her dancing fingers clutch his shaft suddenly, giving him a full pump and suddenly all his insecurity is thrown out the window. Gale groans when she slows down at the tip and rubs it with her thumb.
"Fuck, Madge," he whispers.
"What?" she demands back. "Tell me."
"That feels good."
"Should I keep going? Or do you want to do something else?" It feels like a trick question, whether he wants to continue with this handjob or move forward. No matter his answer, he definitely doesn't want to stop, so he pulls her in to kiss her more.
He also decides she needs to be more naked, he wants to taste every expanse of her soft skin it hurts. So he reaches around for the clasp of her bra, setting it free and letting her slide her arms out of the skimpy thing. Gale growls and pulls her onto his lap so that her panty-covered crotch is rubbing against his shaft and her chest is in line with his mouth. His tongue darts out to lick one, then he takes it in his mouth and sucks gently, and Madge melts into him.
"Oh!" The sounds that she's making are quiet whimpers that escape over top of her heavy breathing. Gale can barely look up and see her face, eyes closed with eyebrows scrunched together. He loves the feeling of feminine fingers laced through his hair, and Madge seems to know exactly.
He switches to the other breast to do it justice, and then his hands ghost at her waist, teasing her pantyline. "Take these off?"
Madge nods and begins to slide them off. "There are condoms in the bedside table."
So he extends a long arm and opens the drawer to pull out a foiled packet. It reminds him that neither of the two of them are innocent, they're both experienced in mature in these realms. But with Madge he feels like he's learning again, it's not just a process from start to finish but something he's trying to savour, something he's scared will end.
He doesn't open the condom just yet, but they both acknowledge it's there. He watches, mesmerized as Madge slides off the panties and takes them off her legs. She's shaking a little bit, like she does when she's anxious, so Gale puts a hand on her thigh and asks.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm nervous, I don't know why."
"Are we moving too fast?" He doesn't mean to kill the mood but he needs to know. Just last week she was only a friend, just a couple days ago they weren't talking. And now she's straddling him, baring herself to him, and if Gale's overstepping he just needs to know.
But Madge laughs and shrugs. "I don't know. You're the one who's going through a breakup, why don't you tell me."
They both pause for a second, and Gale stops to think of the best response while biting his lip. It's hard to articulate why the timing of this doesn't feel so wrong, even though it probably should. "Madge, I think I've wanted you for a while now."
She raises a brow. "You think?"
He wishes he could give her more, especially when he knows exactly how she feels about him. She said the words over the phone and there's no taking them back, not when Gale already feels so affected by them. When Madge said the words they choked him, and now he wants to be smothered by them.
"I want you," he repeats more confidently this time. His hands trail back to her thighs and start to move inward and he notices that she's stopped trembling. "Can I..?"
"Yes," Madge whispers, and before he can say anything more she's diving in for another kiss.
They make out like teenagers for minutes, and that's almost enough for them until he hears her grabbing the condom from beside him. She retracts back from his mouth, staring at him intently as she begins to roll it on for him. Gale tries to stay still but the cool latex against his cock along with the idea of Madge putting it on for him with her dainty little fingers has him twitching. When she meets his base, Madge mounts him so that his head is poking at her entrance. Her pussy is so warm, Gale just wants to thrust upwards but he stays frozen where he is.
Slowly she sits down on his cock, and as every inch fills her body her eyes become shut tighter, her mouth drops more and more open. It's fucking beautiful, and all he can do it watch.
"Gale…" she groans when he bottoms out, filling her tightly. "You feel so good."
"You're incredible," he manages to breathe out in response.
"Do you want me to fuck your cock?" Madge asks seductively, leaning in close to his face with half-closed lids. It's then that Gale realizes that he had befriended a temptress, and for years he had no idea of this fact. Her questions shoot straight to his groin and he nods in response.
'Yes. Please."
So then Madge begins to ride him, slowly and deliberately with the roll of her hips. Her breasts are in his face and he would latch onto her dusty pink nipples if her hands weren't woven through his hair, pinning his head to the wall. Gale watches her then, watches the way she moves back and forth and the way she moans when he's hit a spot.
It's rare that a girl enjoys it when she does all the work, but Madge clearly loves it, gets off on it. Gale gets off on divulging his control, and knows that she's a rare type of woman anyway.
"You feel so good inside of me. So, so good," she admits, opening her eyes and staring at him. The eye contact adds to the intensity of the pleasure building in his groin.
Gale doesn't know if Madge manages to make all her sexual encounters feel so personal and so heightened, but by the way she moans his name between thrusts and through his own wishes, he hopes this is something special to her too. Of course it is, she's the one who said the words, but Madge has experience, and Gale wouldn't be surprised if every guy she's been with had these same thoughts during sex.
"I'm close," she whispers into his ear after a while longer. "I'm going to come, Gale."
That's when she reaches for his hands and puts them against her hips. It's permission, permission to meet her thrusts and bring her pleasure. Of course, he complies. When he flexes his hips and buries himself to the hilt, Madge almost screams.
And then they move simultaneously, eyes never leaving one another's gaze. When she reaches complexion she moans something that sounds like his name, biting into his shoulder and riding out her orgasm. Her walls tighten and clench his cock, and suddenly with a shout Gale feels a wave of heat and sees nothing but white. He's finished too, and all that's left are heavy pants and the recognition of skin against skin.
When he comes down from his high, Madge has gotten off of him and is still cradling his face. He turns his head to face her, giving her another kiss.
"You're amazing," he states, and Madge nods silently, still trying to catch her breath. "Wow."
"Yeah, wow," she agrees, bringing the sheets up to cover their legs. "I should've said 'I love you' a lot sooner, right?"
He chuckles. "I fucking wish. I definitely wouldn't've had the guts."
Gale gets up and goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and relieve himself. When he's heading back he almost steps on something at the door, and it startles him.
"Fuck!" he shouts at Madge's cat, standing obliviously there staring back at him. He hears Madge's soft laugh and when he looks up, she's at the door.
"Was he here the whole time?"
"I just let him in."
He lets out a sigh of relief and heads to the doorway, wrapping his arms around Madge's waist and pulling her in. For a minute they just observe each other, trying to figure out the repercussions of their pleasure.
"What now?" Madge asks, reading his mind.
His lips kiss her temple, and everything is clear to him. "We need to give this a try. We have to."
"Why"
"Because it feels right," he answers, shrugging. "It makes sense. And the sex was amazing."
She laughs and blushes, looking away from him slightly. It's an enigma to him, how she can be so assertive at one moment and in the next be so modest about it. Madge is everything, and now for Gale, he has no other goal than to make her see that.
"Okay?" he asks, seeking for a final answer. He doesn't pity her, or want her any less just because she said it first. It slipped out when she had a few drinks but he knows that she means it, he wants to hear her say it sober.
Madge just nods. "Okay."
A/N: This was basically just a rambly transcription of an idea I had, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. :)
Right now when I'm writing smut ALL I can think about it dominant Madge, submissive Gale - not an exaggeration.
Thank you for reading! Reviews always appreciated.
