After Gale's revelation and Katniss' stunned silence he swiftly left, regret and embarrassment hanging heavily on him. He shouldn't have said anything, now their already awkward hunting sessions would be unbearable, that's if she even ever wanted to come hunting with him again. He rubbed his face and sighed deeply before ducking under the fence to return home, cursing himself for leaving the game in the woods, but he knew he couldn't return for it now.
Katniss was still in the spot that he had left her, still too shocked to move. She had not expected that and was struggling to process what this meant for her. Of course she had had feelings for him, he was handsome, strong, brave, but even with all his brawn he could still delicately set intricate snares. But she had never dreamed that he would return those feelings. What did it matter anyway? She couldn't be with him, not without the Capitol killing her family, killing Gale. Her face twisted in pain as she imagined a life without Gale, even the Gale that sulked in her presence.
As the woods began to grow dark she finally roused herself from her thoughts and returned to her home, taking the game with her, she'd take it to Gale's mother tomorrow, as right now she didn't think that Gale wanted to see her.
The next morning she was still relatively overwhelmed but she knew she needed to speak to Gale, she took the game from the day before to his house, hopeful that he might be in, but Hazelle, Gale's mother, informed her that he has already left. So she heads to woods, after returning empty handed yesterday he'd have to be hunting today to make up for it.
After scrambling under the fence she made her way to their normal meeting spot, but there was no sign of him. Not really surprised she began to scout out the area looking for him, finally she found him in an area of the woods that they don't often use. He was clearly avoiding her and she was glad of her practically silent movements as she crept forward to look at him. Gale was sat motionlessly against a tree, staring into the distance, his chiselled features were twisted into an expression of angst that made her want to run into his arms and comfort him.
"Gale?" She said softly, stepping into his line of vision, startling him.
"What the fuck!" He jumped up, trying to compose himself, "why are you here?"
"I… I think we should talk…" She stuttered, no idea how to act in the situation.
"I think you made your feelings clear yesterday," he replied bitterly.
"I don't think I did," she murmured back. Something in her face betrayed her feelings and within an instant he was centimetres from her face, breathing her in.
He waited a second for her to move away, and when she didn't he closed the distance between their lips, kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her towards him, his muscular arms encircling her tiny waist. She wasn't sure what she was doing but her desire was taking control and soon she was unbuttoning his shirt, still kissing him desperately, as if her life depended on it.
In response Gale tugged off Katniss' top, and as they parted to pull it off over her head, he stopped to look at her. Her breasts were just as perfect as he had imagined them, and he gently cupped them in his rough hands. Katniss took in his body, so muscular and strong, before pulling him against her again. Pushing her against a tree, he began to kiss her neck, working down to her breasts, making her gasp, her hands entwining in his dark hair. Whilst he softly licked and sucked her nipples, his hands undid her trousers and found their way inside.
She gasped and his lips returned to hers as he felt how wet she was, he began massaging her where she was most sensitive, still kissing her as she moaned into his mouth. She began to undo his own trousers, sliding them down and feeling for him. She had always assumed he would be but she was shocked to find how big he was, and how hard! She massaged his penis, causing both their desires to grow even stronger.
He lifted her against the tree, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hard manhood, between her legs, pressing against her, and he could feel how wet with desire she was. Neither of them had done this before, and Gale pulled away for a moment to look at her and ask if she was sure. She swallowed, worried of how big he was, worried it would hurt, but then nodded, too full of lust to stop now. A slight smile touched his lips and he positioned himself at her entrance then slowly pushed into her, slow, shallow strokes at first, careful not to hurt her, then, as desire got the better of him, he thrust deeply into her, watching her eyes widen, gasping in shock and pleasure.
He continued to thrust into her, kissing her neck as she moaned into his hair. She had never imagined it feeling so good; her hands felt Gale's muscular back and arms tensing, and as he moaned into her, she was reminded of his strength. Her back arched as she became close to climax, and Gale watched her face as she tipped over the edge, eyes closed, mouth open, his name on her lips, and just the sight of it caused him to finish in her. As they both shook with the climax he lowered them onto his shirt on the ground.
Intertwined in each other's arms, panting for breath, Katniss felt a kind of contentment she had never experienced before.