Disclaimer: Don't own the Hunger Games or the song this was named after

Warnings: Smut, my first smut

Alrighty so this is my second entry to this collection of one-shots for Gadge. I don't have any other ideas currently, but I may in the future. Just keep an eye open for something new. If you have any prompts that would be extremely helpful. Please check out my other stuff if you enjoyed this. This is my first smut; so, we'll see how this goes

Madge sat curled up her bed, watching the television screen. President Snow was two seconds away from reading out loud the rules for the year's Quarter Quell. She often tried to hide it, but Reaping Day really did terrify Madge. She could very clearly remember her heart stopping as Effie Trinket pushed her hand into the glass ball every year. With the Quarter Quell, who knew what would happen?

"On the seventy-fifth anniversary," President Snow began, "as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."

Madge heard herself scream, and she shut off the television. She brought her covers up to her mouth and bit down hard. She shrieked louder than she ever had in her entire life. Katniss was going back into the arena. There was no way to avoid it. She and Katniss had grown apart a bit that year. Katniss had seen and lived horrors too abhorrent for Madge to even imagine. Katniss had found more comfort in a world with her own mind and usually without Madge.

Now, Madge felt like she was completely useless. How could she possibly comfort Katniss about going into the arena for a second time? There was nothing that she could do – nothing she could say - that would make this better. She heard her bedroom down slam against the wall.

A wild eyed Gale stood in her doorway, sweating as if he had sprinted a mile. Madge realized that it wasn't totally unthinkable that he had. Gale opened his mouth as if he was about to explain himself, but Madge waved him off. He fell face first onto her bed and began to cry. Madge rested her head on Gale's back and started to sob. He flinched from the pressure on his whip wounds but did not move.

After they had both cried themselves out, Gale started to sit up. Madge got off of his back and stared at him as he lifted his face towards her. He leant forward and kissed her full on the lips. Madge was taken aback for only a moment before she returned the kiss. She needed the comfort of this. Gale pushed Madge onto her back and climbed on top of her.

He began to unbutton her blouse, and Madge would have happily let Gale do all of the work, but she wanted it too much. She reached up and began to return the favor by unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it back off of his shoulders to better see his finely sculpted abs. Gale gave a melancholy smile and pushed hair out of her face before diving in for more kissing. He ran a hand down Madge's side and stopped to rest on her thigh.

Madge linked her arms around Gale's neck, and wrapped her legs around his waist. He began to suck on a spot on her collarbone, and she was suddenly thankful that her dress for the reaping had a collar. She quickly forgot about everything else though as she let out a satisfied moan. Gale pushed himself up to unhook her bra, and they finally set to work on actually removing each other's clothes.

Madge fumbled with Gale's zipper (it had been such a long time), but eventually got it down and shoved his pants down his legs and his boxers off with them. He shook out his legs and his jeans fell to the floor. A similar maneuver happened to Madge's skirt, and they were both bare. Gale took no time in beginning to suck on one of Madge's nipples. He pulled off with a quiet pop and began to move down the rest of her body. When she felt his tongue hit her clit, she gasped. Madge reached down and took Gale's thick brown hair while her moans got louder and closer together.

"Come on, Gale," she half moaned, half laughed. "Don't you want some for yourself?"

He took his mouth off of her and moved up to kiss her mouth again. It took her a second for her to realize that he was letting her taste herself. It was oddly hot. She wrapped her legs around him again and willed him to fuck her.

Gale took the hint. He positioned himself and began to push in slowly. Madge practically screamed with anticipation. She swore that he couldn't move slower if he had tried.

"Gale," she said this time fully groaning, "I'm not a virgin. It hasn't been that long. You can go faster than that."

Gale took no hesitation from that point forward. He immediately began to move in and out so quickly that Madge thought that she would burst. She was near shouting at this point, repeating Gale's name like a mantra over and over again. Gale was holding on no better. At one point, he actually did yell and Madge thanked God that her family was watching the television elsewhere. Madge forgot about all else and paid attention to the slapping noise of skin on skin that came with each thrust from Gale.

"I'm close," she moaned. Gale in response only went faster and began to work on her clit. It was all too much for Madge. She and Gale both came with a gasp and a groan.

Gale slowly extricated himself from Madge and rolled off of her. They lay next to each other for a while, each trying to catch their breath. While it had felt good, Madge had even more questions in her mind than she had before. She turned onto her side to face Gale and rested her head on her hand.

"Why didn't you go to Katniss?" she found herself asking. It was the last question she had expected to ask. She hoped for, "Are you relieved for your siblings?" "How do you think Katniss will do?" "What does this mean about us?" Instead she ended up asking the question that made it sound like she was blaming Gale when she, arguably, hadn't gone to Katniss either.

"We'd just argue," Gale explained, turning to face Madge. "She doesn't want to talk about it. I can tell." Madge nodded.

"I wouldn't even know what to say," she admitted. She started to play with the ends of her sheets, working up the courage that she needed to ask her next question. "Gale?" she murmered.

"Hmmm?" he hummed.

"What are we now?" she asked nervously. "Where do we take this from here?" He rolled back onto his back and squinted at the ceiling, as if he was trying to read an answer off of the plaster.

"Katniss isn't coming back," he began. "As far as I can tell, her plan is to get Peeta home safely. I don't think that she's a hindrance to this relationship. Will you be my girlfriend again?"

Madge considered this. Could she just start dating Gale again? What would Katniss think? Would she be relieved to have Gale out of the way? Would she feel comfort at not having to worry about Gale being left all alone? Would she feel like Madge was stepping in on what it seemed like she had dibs on? Suddenly, Madge found herself crying again.

"What's wrong?" Gale questioned wrapping Madge in his strong arms. Touching him naked like this was so different from sex. It felt so innocent and so… needed.

"Is this what it feels like to betray a friend?" she asked through tears.

"You're not betraying her," Gale promised. "She doesn't want me."

"Do we tell her?"

"I doubt anyone will have a chance to tell her much of anything," Gale guessed. "I'd say that she'll be spending a lot of time alone." Madge's heart ached a little at the thought of Katniss being alone at a time like this, but she remembered something. Katniss wasn't like her. Katniss dealt with her problems in an entirely different way. Madge snuggled up to Gale.

"I'm glad that I'm not alone anymore," she whispered.