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Peeta had been teaching her how to draw ever since high school. Madge was never very good at it but she wanted to be, and so many people had told her that while it was true many did have natural artistic abilities - art could be learned. So she signed up for an art class at the local community college every Tuesday night.

It was more vigorous than she thought it would be and was definitely cutting into catching up on her TV shows, but she really did seem to be improving. Peeta would help her sharpen her pencils and go through her sketches with her, showing her where she should've shaded more or less and demonstrating it all out for her.

Madge loved it, really. It was like being able to put the piano in her pocket with her and carry it around. Music was her forte but art, she lived for art. Things that made people feel things. She couldn't take the piano to school with her, but she could take a sketchbook. And with every passing day she got better and better.

After she started drawing strangers on the bus she realized she wasn't very good at full-body drawings. It was something she needed to work on. So Madge signed up for another class, eager and excited to learn.

Peeta nearly lost it when he found it she had signed up for Sketching 267. "That's the nude class," he told her through a fit of laughter. "Your models will be naked!" Madge had only found out a few days before, and after going through every possible alternative it was either drop the class and lose the money she had put down, or take it. "It'll definitely be a challenge," Peeta had teased, and not wanting to look like an idiot to her best friend Madge squared her shoulders and decided to tough it out.

Her first day in the classroom she was incredibly nervous. She heard a group of girls talking about how they were also nervous about the nudity, which calmed her down a bit. As long as she wasn't the only one a little weary about seeing some stranger's dick she'd be okay. Madge set up her station and took a deep breath, ready to start the day.

Thankfully they didn't just start the course with naked dudes. The professor had clay sculptures of different sized penises and a multitude of vaginas for them to practice sketching with before the real deal came in. Madge could handle this. It was a little weird to be staring at a hunk of clay dick for an hour, and then to sketch it, but she ended up being pretty decent. Again Peeta would help her with shading and such, even if it did take him a bit to stop laughing.

When the professor announced that the male models would be coming in next class Madge braced herself. She could totally do it, and then she would prove to Peeta that staring at naked guys all night could be productive. She set herself up in her usual station, not too far in the back because honestly who could see from all the way back there, but definitely not the first row because you can't seem to eager about naked strangers, and waited for them to arrive.

Four guys came into the room and the professor had them introduce themselves. Marvel, Cato, Finnick, and Gale - Gale being the one that would be facing in Madge's direction. The professor cranked the heat so the boys didn't get cold and have their body react and Madge got to work.

She started with his chest because she couldn't bring herself to look at his dick just yet. He had a great collarbone that she spent way too much time focusing on, and then an even nicer neck, and then she was looking at his face and found him looking back at her. Quickly he averted his eyes but Madge felt her cheeks warm. Gale had dark gray eyes that made her felt like the model, like he'd been studying her. She tucked a loose hair behind her ear and focused on his sharp jaw, the gentle parting of his pale chapped lips. Again when she lifted her gaze to his eyes she found him staring and warmth erupted through her.

Just the damn model, she reminded herself. Yes he has a nice body and he's incredibly well-endowed but his job is to stand there and look good. He probably gets bored with nothing to look at. Definitely a coincidence. She couldn't stomach much else. Gale, she thought. It was a nice name that had a nice looking person to go with it. He's probably a dick, she thought, and then her eyes traveled down south without meaning to.

Madge licked her lips and then felt hot again. They cranked up the heat in here, she remembered. Madge looked back up at Gale and once again found him watching her, a smirk gracing his lips and his eyes twinkling. His chest shook slightly, like he was laughing to himself, and Madge dove back into her work refusing to look up again.

Drawing his dick was, well, an experience to say the least. She probably paid way too much attention to the mole on his inner thigh and definitely spent too much time comparing her drawing to the real thing because there was no way it was really that size (but it was and that made her hands sweat).

By the time class had ended she was ready go head home and curl up on her couch with a cup of tea and watch something on Netflix to get the image of him out of her head. The models left the room and Madge collected her things, slowly so that she wouldn't have to run into anyone while leaving because she was sure her cheeks were still burning. She swung her bag over her shoulder and started for the door. In the main hallway she felt a shadow and turned to find none other than the model she'd just been drooling over standing behind her.

"Hey," he said quickly. His hand jutted out. "I"m Gale. I think you know that."

"Hi, yeah," Madge accepted his handshake and smiled awkwardly, alternating between looking at his chest and him in the face. "Madge."

"I, uh, I don't normally pose naked," he told her. Madge bit the inside of her cheek and watched him fidget. "Finnick, he's a good friend of mine. One of the other models. They pay really well for me to-"

"Right," Madge nodded.

Gale dragged his hand through his hair, nervously looking around. "I wanted to, uh, apologize. For laughing at you." Madge lifted an eyebrow and he grinned sheepishly, "You looked a little, uh, unsure? I guess?" He shook his head. "Everyone else just, they worked very diligently but you-I'm probably sounding like an ass." Gale laughed, nervously again, and took a deep breath. "Sorry for probably making the whole experience a little more difficult than it should have been," he started again.

Madge smiled at him, reaching to brush her hair back again despite the fact that it hadn't fallen forward. "It's okay," she said. Madge looked at him again. "I, um," she hesitated. "Do you want to see it?"

"The sketch?" he asked. "Oh, yeah. If you want. Most people-I never get to see the final product." Madge reached around to her bag and pulled out her sketchbook, hesitating before opening it. She rarely showed her things to anyone besides Peeta. With a deep breath she opened up to the page and handed the book to him. "Holy shit," he exhaled. She lifted her eyebrows as he turned. "This is incredible. I mean, I'm probably biased because it's a picture of me, but damn." Madge bit down on her bottom lip to hide her smile. "Wow. Can I take a picture of this? Would that be weird?"

"No, go ahead," Madge laughed, her cheeks definitely on fire now. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture before handing the sketchbook back to her. She slipped it into her bag. "I should be going," she said. "It was, um, nice to meet you."

Gale looked up from his phone. "Wait," he slipped his phone into his pocket and started after her. "I don't really, I'm not-fuck. Would you like to get coffee sometime, maybe?" His eyes, no longer steely and cool like they were earlier but now bright and hopeful, met hers. "I totally understand if not - I mean you just saw my dick, so-"

"Yes," she exhaled, laughing lightly. "Sure. I'd love to." Gale grinned, and Madge couldn't help but wish he'd been smiling the entire time she sketched, it lit up his face. He pulled out his phone and handed it to her and she tapped out her number. "You'll text me, then?"

"Absolutely," he nodded. Still grinning he slipped his phone back into his pocket. "I'll see you later, then," Gale said. Madge smiled, nodding her head and starting off to catch her bus.

Peeta was absolutely going to lose it if she told him what had happened tonight. Madge checked her phone, already finding a text from Gale. Fuck it, she was going to tell Peeta anyway.