Short fic...
Madge leaned back into Gale and sighed. "Do you want a massage?" He asked her, moving the blonde hair over one shoulder and exposing her pale back. She nodded sleepily as Gale moved her forward.
"The first time you really gave me a massage..." Madge started and stopped taking a minute to laugh through the scene playing through her head, "was also the day you got me to take my shirt off."
"Oh really?" Gale chuckled, "do remind me."
"We were in my basement," Madge said and glanced back her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Uh huh..." Gale nodded and reached up, taking her shoulders into his hands.
"We were watching a movie... I don't remember which but a movie... and we were sprawled out on the floor and I had just asked for a back massage." Gale smiled and kissed the back of his fiancés neck.
"Mmm go on." He continued to kiss down her back.
"You said yes of course and you started and it was nice." Madge giggled and nudged him, bringing his lips back to her shoulder. "Then you said..." she laughed loudly, "it would be easier if you weren't wearing this or something like that." Gale laughed too and brought her closer.
"How smooth," Gale whispered and Madge laughed,
"Yeah and it worked." Madge sighed and leaned forward back to her binder of wedding planning.
"Give up on that." Gale murmured.
"It's important..." Madge said and smiled slightly.
"You're tired." Gale acknowledged and pulled her back to him.
"Its fine," Madge giggled and flipped the page of the binder.
"Come to bed!" Gale whined.
"So bossy." Madge tisked.
"It's late and I don't want to go to bed alone." Gale murmured and kissed her shoulder.
"That's just one reason you want me to go to bed." Madge grinned and looked back at him. She closed the binder and stood, her fingers pulling back the strap of her silky tank.
"I'll give you a massage if you take off your shirt, it might be easier..." Gale smiled and pulled on her hips, slowly moving her towards the bedroom.
"Of course." Madge lifted the hem of her tank and pulled it over her head, dropping it onto the floor.
"And these." Gale murmured, pulling at the waistband of her small cotton shorts.
"It might be easier..." Madge smirked.
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Erin