To be perfectly honest, she wasn’t entirely sure what her plan was. Take it one step at a time? Madge wasn’t entirely sure what that beginning of a smirk was for, but perhaps she’d like to figure it out. Lead the way. She gave a small smile and nod as she intertwined her fingers with his and turned to do just as he asked, as she suggested. Her mother was asleep, the in-home nurse tending to her in the room. It was easy to sneak past the door- as it was often closed to keep any sounds from bothering her in her sleep.
They wouldn’t bother her if she was in her room- they knew her to be very solitary. If her door was closed, she was reading or studying… There was a balcony he could leave from if her dad got home earlier than anticipated.
She was definitely over-thinking this, she realized, as she tugged him through the hall, pressing a finger to her lips to make sure he remained quiet… As soon as they reached her room, she ushered him in first and closed the door behind her as soon as she was in. Now she was feeling self conscious about this decision- though thankfully her room was perfectly tidy.
With her back against the door, she reached out for his hand again and tugged him closer. “They don’t bother me when my door is closed.”
He followed without question, ignoring the intrigue that flared up in the pit of his stomach as he stepped into the room Madge had directed him toward. His eyebrows shot up as he took in the decor. It was… well, he couldn’t say it wasn’t like he’d imagined it - Gale hardly spent much of his time daydreaming about what her bedroom would look like. Still, it somehow managed to fall somewhere right in-between exactly what he’d have expected for the mayor’s daughter, and a little more low key than he would have thought. The simple color scheme suited her better than the garish pinks he might have imagined, if asked - but the patterns, the ornate furniture and fabrics, all the extra space... those were all right on the money. It was a fitting room for the princess of District Twelve, he’d say.
And tempted though he was, Gale kept his mouth shut as she pulled him back to her, and he could swear she almost looked embarrassed. It was… funny, and he didn’t even try to hide it this time.
“That so, Undersee?” he murmured, a smile playing on his lips. There was so much he could say, but at this very moment, he didn’t want to say any of it. “You must spend a lot of time up here.”
Madge was grateful he chose not to comment on her room- that was her main worry of even bringing him up here. Not what they might get up to, not the fact that her father might come home early, nor the fact that they may get caught- all of that paled in comparison to her worries that he might remark on how her room looks.
"Not like this," she breathed, her own lips curving into a more comfortable smile. But she could start- maybe she'd like to start. She tugged his hand a little more, encouraging him to stay close to her as she looked up at him.
Maybe later, Gale would bring up his opinions of her room. He’d ask why it’s so plain for someone of her stature, despite the decorative furniture and crown molding, or why anyone would need so much space. Maybe he would even tease Madge about the patterns, the lace, that blanket that looked like it could keep someone warm for an entire winter, even outdoors in the snow…
He wouldn’t, however, let himself wonder what she would do without this level of luxury in her life. Maybe Madge wasn’t on quite the same level as the rest of them, but Gale knew how people from town handled leaving it, and it was never good. Entertaining the notion that she might have to leave this simply was not an option, even for daydreams used to distract from the tedium of Seam life. What would be the point, if he knew it wouldn’t end well?
“You mean, you don’t bring all your friends up here?” It’s almost coy, the way he said it, deliberately oblivious. “I must be special.”
'All your friends'- Madge had to stop herself from laughing at the thought. Her only friends were Katniss and Gale- and to some degree, Peeta. She wasn't the best at socializing and kept to herself. Invisible, despite her status as Mayor's daughter. The tease, however, was lighthearted enough and had her smiling despite herself.
'You're the first' she nearly blurted out, the pink of her cheeks betraying any appearance of a calmness she managed to appear. "Just you," she finally managed, her tone low and nearly a whisper as she watched him for a moment. Partly because she was embarrassed of her privilege, she had it better than most of the district, including the Townies. Letting someone see her room... well... he's the first.
“Just me,” he echoes, dragging the words out into a drawl. Those were dangerous words, ones Gale couldn’t afford to put much thought into. It changed nothing, as he’d told himself over and over again already. Whatever it meant to be here now, in Madge Undersee’s bedroom, with that fact sending an odd thrill through him - nothing would change.
The thought was a comfort, as Gale allowed himself to settle into this moment. As Madge watched him, gray eyes took in the color in her cheeks with a slow, amused smile before darting up to meet hers.
“So, tell me,” he said, eyebrows raised slightly as if to challenge her, like he always had before. Madge had always risen to it, so he was counting on her not to let him down. “What should we do up here, now that it’s just us?”
The challenge in his tone, in his eyes, was familiar enough. It was enough to keep her from spending any more time blushing and acting ridiculous- she'd made a bold enough suggestion to get them this far. Madge pushed herself away from the door and smiled up at him, not as bashful as before, but with a little mischief instead.
"Oh," she began in a quiet, sing-song tone. "I'm sure there's homework to catch up on..."
She could tease just as much as he could- even as she let go of his hand and crossed over to sit on her bed, facing Gale. "Or we could pick up where we left off."
Kissing. Of course she meant that... "See where it goes from there."
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They wouldn’t bother her if she was in her room- they knew her to be very solitary. If her door was closed, she was reading or studying… There was a balcony he could leave from if her dad got home earlier than anticipated.
She was definitely over-thinking this, she realized, as she tugged him through the hall, pressing a finger to her lips to make sure he remained quiet… As soon as they reached her room, she ushered him in first and closed the door behind her as soon as she was in. Now she was feeling self conscious about this decision- though thankfully her room was perfectly tidy.
With her back against the door, she reached out for his hand again and tugged him closer. “They don’t bother me when my door is closed.”
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And tempted though he was, Gale kept his mouth shut as she pulled him back to her, and he could swear she almost looked embarrassed. It was… funny, and he didn’t even try to hide it this time.
“That so, Undersee?” he murmured, a smile playing on his lips. There was so much he could say, but at this very moment, he didn’t want to say any of it. “You must spend a lot of time up here.”
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"Not like this," she breathed, her own lips curving into a more comfortable smile. But she could start- maybe she'd like to start. She tugged his hand a little more, encouraging him to stay close to her as she looked up at him.
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He wouldn’t, however, let himself wonder what she would do without this level of luxury in her life. Maybe Madge wasn’t on quite the same level as the rest of them, but Gale knew how people from town handled leaving it, and it was never good. Entertaining the notion that she might have to leave this simply was not an option, even for daydreams used to distract from the tedium of Seam life. What would be the point, if he knew it wouldn’t end well?
“You mean, you don’t bring all your friends up here?” It’s almost coy, the way he said it, deliberately oblivious. “I must be special.”
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'You're the first' she nearly blurted out, the pink of her cheeks betraying any appearance of a calmness she managed to appear. "Just you," she finally managed, her tone low and nearly a whisper as she watched him for a moment. Partly because she was embarrassed of her privilege, she had it better than most of the district, including the Townies. Letting someone see her room... well... he's the first.
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The thought was a comfort, as Gale allowed himself to settle into this moment. As Madge watched him, gray eyes took in the color in her cheeks with a slow, amused smile before darting up to meet hers.
“So, tell me,” he said, eyebrows raised slightly as if to challenge her, like he always had before. Madge had always risen to it, so he was counting on her not to let him down. “What should we do up here, now that it’s just us?”
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"Oh," she began in a quiet, sing-song tone. "I'm sure there's homework to catch up on..."
She could tease just as much as he could- even as she let go of his hand and crossed over to sit on her bed, facing Gale. "Or we could pick up where we left off."
Kissing. Of course she meant that... "See where it goes from there."