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They both woke up unsure of what to do. Madge had her body tangled around Gale's, her head against his chest. His arms were wrapped around her waist and his ankle was twisted with hers. The second the sun streamed through the window and caused Madge to stir she shoved herself away from him, almost falling out of bed.
The sudden movement is what got Gale to wake up, shifting when the warmth of her body was gone. Madge dove for her clothes that were scattered around his apartment, glaring at the empty wine bottle on the table. They had gotten so drunk they… they commit unspeakable acts, in her opinion.
Gale rubbed his eyes and let the moment sink in. He and the stuck up mayor's daughter had crawled into bed last night, giggling and full of passion. He remembers feeling her skin for the first time, tasting her bittersweet lips.
Madge wasn't a prick when she had a few drinks in her, in fact, neither was Gale. All differences had been set aside last night when they lost themselves in each other. Gale could hear Madge scrambling through the apartment so he made his way out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxers before entering the living room.
"I have never," Madge said under her breath as she slipped her dress over her head, "felt so disgusted with myself than I do right now."
"Calm down, Undersee," Gale leaned against the doorframe to his room and smirked while he watched her panic.
"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down! We had sex Gale Hawthorne!"
"I'm well aware of that," he replied. He was also very keen on the fact that the two could not stand each other. Not back in District 12, not here in District 2. How they ended up back in his apartment in the first place remains a mystery to him.
Madge shuddered as she pulled on her flats, "I'll just be going then."
"I never quite took you as someone who would do one-night stands," he said under his breath, watching her head for the door. She snapped around and widened her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know you were drunk," he said as if he had been reading her mind while she formulated an excuse. "But you knew what you were doing."
"I did not know that I was…"
"Yes," Gale walked toward her. "You did." She swallowed once and balled her hands into fists. "No matter how much you act like you didn't like last night, you did, and you remember it just as well as I do." His eyes bore into her, "Am I correct?"
"You're an insufferable idiot," she murmured, reaching for the door again.
"And also correct," he noted, leaning on the front door before she could get it open. "Admit it. You like me."
"I can't stand you," she corrected lightly, attempting to shove him out of the way.
"Then why'd you agree to come back and drink with me, hm?" Her eyes darted down to his exposed chest then back up to his eyes. She couldn't help wondering why he hadn't bothered to redress. It was overly distracting. "Admit it, Undersee."
She growled, "Do you even know my first name?"
"Margret Undersee," he rested his forearm on the door and leaned over her. "Madge, admit that you like me. You don't regret last night, in fact you wish you had done that a long time ago."
"You're infuriating," she forced out through a strangled voice as he lowered his forehead to hers. "I was just another girl for you to…" she trailed off as he shook his head slowly. "Then what?"
"You've never been just another girl," he told her. "Don't you get it?" He laughed lightly as her cheeks flushed. "I couldn't stand you because I couldn't have you."
"And you still can't," she said quietly, forcing his body away and reaching for the door handle. "You've got to try a bit harder than that, Hawthorne," she furrowed her brows, pounding out of his apartment with a scowl. Gale, however, was smirking as she stormed away. She never denied enjoying her night.
a/n: Despite confusing words, it was consensual both ways. They blamed their actions on drinking when in fact neither were drunk, therefore both completely in control of their actions.