Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.

A/N: All stories are individual to themselves unless noted otherwise!

Gale's first thought when he entered his home was that a tornado must've flown through it.

He lifted a shirt on the ground before following the trail of clothes to the bottom of the stairs. That's when the trail of shoes began. He picked them up one by one and scanned the rest of the house. It was a disaster.

He reached their bedroom where the explosion of clothes must've began. Not only were her clothes on the ground, but his were too. Gale furrowed his brows as he picked up his clothes. He'd been gone for a week and he specifically remembered that their house was spotless when he left.

"Madge?" he yelled out. Gale made his way back downstairs and gasped when he saw the kitchen. Boxes of takeout containers littered the counters and countless mugs were in the sink. Gale could hear the sound of the TV coming from the living room and slowly made his way towards it. A small laugh escaped his throat as he took in the site before him.

Madge was clad in one of his old college t-shirts and her penguin pajama pants. She was sitting upside down off the couch, her long blonde hair falling to the ground. She was munching on a bag of Cheetos as she aimlessly stared at some reality television show.

"Is this what you do when I'm gone?" he asked.

Madge turned to him, her eyes widening. She dropped the Cheeto in her hand and sat up. "Gale!" She hopped off the couch and ran towards him, leaping into his arms. "You're a day early!" She grabbed his face between her hands and crashed her lips against his.

Gale laughed as he tasted the Cheetos off her mouth. "Well don't you taste delicious," he said, kissing the tip of her nose. She grinned and wrapped her arms around him.

"I missed you," she muttered against his neck. Madge tightened her legs around his waist as he walked to the couch and sat down. "I was going to clean this up before you came back, I swear!" She bent down to pick up the bag of Cheetos that had fallen to the ground.

He laughed as she attempted to clean the mess of the couch. "Judging from the state of the kitchen, I'm guessing you've been living off of takeout and...coffee?"

Madge snuggled against him. "You know I'm not a good cook...and I can't sleep well when you're gone." She kissed him on the neck and he stroked her hair.

"I was only gone for a week," he said, pulling her tighter against him. "But I missed you too."

"I swear, I turn into a dog with separation anxiety whenever you leave," she sighed.

Gale laughed. "Makes me worried to leave you alone now." He looked around at the mess around him. "We should really clean this up."

Madge lifted her head from his chest and nodded her head. "Yeah, I know but..." she stared at him, a mischievous grin spreading on her face. "I know something we can do that's even better."

He grinned and leaned towards her, capturing her mouth into his. He could feel her fingers running through his hair as he placed his hand underneath her shirt. "Bedroom?" he gasped out.

Madge raised a brow. "I think right here would be perfectly fine."

Needless to say, they didn't clean the house that day.

A/N: quick drabble! Sorry for any mistakes! xo, shan