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"That was such a rush!" Madge laughs. Gale really tries to listen as she carries on, but her body is pressed against his and he can't seem to focus on much else. "Completely illogical that you can get in so much trouble for something so simple," she continues with a laugh, "but fun, nonetheless!" The fact that she can still talk to reasonably at a time like this is driving him up the wall.

"Yeah," he forces out.

They've been pool hopping, leaping over hotel fences and taking a quick dip in a pool they haven't paid for just for the hell of it. Finnick Odair hosted some big party down here but it got busted a few hours in. They made the drive all the way down to the beach for it, he and Katniss and Madge and Peeta, so Gale suggested they do something else. Katniss refused to go skinny dipping, so pool hopping it was. On their last pool the hotel security bust out and started chasing them, slipping up Peeta and Katniss from Gale and Madge in the process. They're in his truck now, Gale can only assume the other two went to Peeta's car.

Madge's body is still wet from the pool, and every time she moves a wave of cold tingles through his system. "Do you see anyone?" she asks. Madge glances out the window, practically climbing on top of him to get a better view to check. Maybe for the police, the hotel security, or just their friends. He doesn't care which. "I can't see a thing from my side."

Her hair is still wet too, burning trails wherever it tickles his skin. "Not a thing," he murmurs.

"Oh, Katniss and Peeta are probably freaking out. They're both so bad at things like this!" Madge shifts again and her hand slips, sliding down the door of the car and ending up on Gale's thigh. She'd been avoiding touching him at all costs and now she's nearly on top of him. "Oh," she squeaks, "sorry!"

"S'okay," Gale shrugs. Madge lifts her gaze to his and finds his eyes wide and alert. Gray and bright, like a full moon on this warm summer night.

Madge blinks a few times but can't look away. Gale Hawthorne is much too good looking and he knows it. His hair is messy from the pool, his chest is still glistening with drops of water that have yet to dry.

"We should probably find them," Madge says softly. "Katniss and Peeta."

"Probably," Gale answers. One of his hands lifts and brushes back her golden hair, gently tucking it behind her ear. "They're probably okay, though."

"Yeah," Madge nods. Her voice is stuck in her throat. "Probably."

Neither of them make any effort to move back to how they were, though. Her body is painfully close to his, he can feel her breath across his skin. Needing to push this forward, needing a more than this, he gently scoops Madge fully onto his lap. She gasps a bit when her legs fall on either side of him but is too shocked to actually form a sentence. Madge lets him hold her, despite the fact that they've never been this close before. His fingers, though callused from hard work, are incredibly careful.

Gale's hands find her hips. He doesn't understand this power that she has over him but he doesn't want to question it either. Madge stares at him with her bright blue eyes and he nearly finds himself coming undone. She glances down at his mouth and it takes her a moment to look back up, licking her lips in the process.

And that's when he can't do it anymore.

Gale keeps one of his hands on her hip while the other reaches for her chin. He tips her down toward him and captures her lips with his instantly. There's no questioning about it. No time to second guess. He wants her. Gale's never physically wanted someone like he wants her right this moment.

And surprisingly enough, she wants him too. Madge responds eagerly to his kiss, sliding her hands up and through his hair, pulling him down on top of her. He's too far from her. Much too far away from her. The shock of the pull causes Gale to grunt but underneath it all she feels him smile. Faster, more frantic, their mouths move in a rhythm too beautiful for words to describe.

With his body pressed against hers Madge feels a whole new rush of adrenaline. She pulls his bottom lip into her mouth and shivers as he groans, low in his throat.

"Minx," he breathes as they pause to catch their breath.

But she doesn't let him get too far. She's waited much too long for Gale Hawthorne to kiss her. They've danced around the sexual tension for months but this feeling is much more intense, like the ocean waves are lapping in her stomach and the beach breeze is dancing through her veins. His hands drops down to her waist again and dance over the soft skin of her hips. Gale's hold on her is firm yet not imposing, his fingertips gently dance across her skin. Her fingernails dig into Gale's shoulders as he diverts from her mouth to her jaw, gently kissing her chin, her neck.

"Gale," she pants. His hair is still damp from the pool and she shivers as it presses against her skin. Madge's body is on fire. She throws her head back and shivers again. "Dammit."

"You've got a mouth on you, Undersee," he grins.

Madge forces his mouth back up to hers and they laugh as the kisses resume. His hands explore her body as her tongue explores his mouth. Under a power that isn't his Gale finds his hands at the back of her bathing suit, desperately trying to get it unknotted. Why are bathing suits much more complicated than bras? Because if that were the case it would've been gone by now, thrown carelessly onto the floor.

And then all of a sudden the horn is honking and they're jolting away from each other because Madge has lain back on the steering wheel, and it's so loud it shocks them back into reality. That she is on his lap in his truck by the beach on this warm summer night.

Gale drops his hands from her back almost shamefully. This is Madge Undersee, not some girl from the bar. This is the mayor's daughter and Katniss' best friend, the girl he's spent the past few months debating with over menial subjects, the girl who makes heat crawl through his body like no one else. But her lips quirk up into the damndest smile and God almighty if she isn't entirely too attractive to even exist.

Her fingers trace up his chest so innocently Gale can't help but drop his head backwards against the seat. He wants her. In every sense of the word, Gale wants her. She giggles a bit and leans forward to kiss him again when suddenly some God awful pop song is blasting.

"The hell is that?" he groans. His body physically aches when she scoots off of his lap.

"My phone," Madge answers. She lowers herself down to her bag and rummages through it, pulling out the glowing device and answering it. "Hello?"

"Madge?" Katniss's voice is so loud on the other end Gale can hear it from where he's sitting. "Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Madge says. Much better than fine, actually. She glances up through her messy hair at Gale who stares back with a devilish grin. Before she can respond to Katniss again he reaches over and grabs her hips, tugging her backwards to him again as she squeaks. Her back is pressed against his bare chest, warm and wet and the only thing she needs on a summer night.

"Madge?" Katniss asks again. "Sure you're okay? Where are you?"

Gale locks his arms around her waist and drops his mouth down to her neck, opposite the side on which Madge is holding her phone. "I'm," she giggles as he kisses a ticklish spot and swats him away. "I'm fine! Katniss, I'm fine. Are you with Peeta?"

"Yeah." Madge can hear Peeta talking animatedly about something in the background. "We—Peeta shut up! We started back. I tried texting you like 8 times. You have a ride, right? I told Peeta to wait, he was worried about his curfew."

"I have a ride," Madge answers. Gale sucks against her collarbone and her breath wavers. "I'll see you back home soon!"

"You sure you're okay?" she asks again. Gale tightens his grip. Madge feels his breath dancing over her skin in the most intoxicating way. "Are you with Gale?" Gale snorts against her skin, causing Madge to laugh too. It takes her a moment to respond as she savors his warmth. "Madge?"

"Yeah, yes," Madge finally answers. "I'm with Gale. He's giving me a ride back."

Katniss hesitates. "You're not fighting are—Peeta turn the radio down! You're not fighting are you?"

Again Gale laughs. He reaches up and tilts Madge's head so he can kiss her clavicle. "N-no," Madge forces out. "Not at all. He's being, um, gentlemanly."

"Good," Katniss answers. "Were you caught? You guys weren't caught, were you?"

"No, Katniss! Tra-traffic! That's all!"

Katniss sighs audibly. "Good. I'm glad you guys are okay. Drive safe. See you back home."

Before Madge can even get out a goodbye Gale's taken her phone and hung up. He spins her around so her body is pressed against the leather of his seats and drops his mouth to hers. "Gentlemanly, huh?"

Madge lets out a loud laugh as their lips collide. "We gotta go," she breathes. "Katniss'll worry." She and Katniss live together, if Madge isn't home a short amount of time after Katniss she'll call her a dozen more times.

"Katniss can wait," Gale grumbles. He can't believe he's waited all of this time to make a move. Again Madge laughs as his hold on her tightens. "Undersee, we have to talk about that God awful ringtone."

Madge laughs again as he kisses down her throat. "It—it's an inside joke with me and Katniss. I don't actually l-like the song." She shivers and clutches at his chest, unsure where to grab. "We really gotta go, Gale." He growls, and then sighs, and pulls up slightly. Her hair is still damp and her eyes are still bright. "I mean I have a bed back home," she whispers. "It's a little more comfortable than your truck. No offense."

Gale smirks. "None taken." He pulls up more and she follows, her hands have slid from his chest to his shoulders. "You want to take me home, Undersee?"

"Maybe," she shrugs innocently. "If you want to."

"If I want to?" he echoes. Again he's tugging her toward him. "Yeah, I want to." She blinks a few times and smiles sweetly.

"Katniss might not approve," Madge tells him warily.

"Katniss has known I've had a thing for you for a while," Gale says back. "I don't think she'll care much." Madge cocks an eyebrow at him and he shrugs, reaching forward to turn his keys and start the engine. "We should probably head home now," Gale says as the engine revs.

"Probably," Madge echoes with a smile.