Author's Note: Written for the prompt: "please don't sleep in your underwear, you're making this way weirder than it has to be" gadge, but with madge the one in the underwear heh

"Wha-" Gale stuttered as he came into their room before breaking off and swallowing painfully.

Madge turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised.

Gale cleared his throat and started again. "You're wearing that?"

She looked down at the tiny camisole top and lacy panties she was prancing around their shared bedroom in before she shrugged and said, "Yeah. Why? You got a problem with it?"

Damn right he had a problem with it. It was bad enough that Katniss had been left in charge of hiring the vacation cabin for their group of friends and had just assumed there would be a pull out couch that he could sleep on, so he was stuck sharing with the only other single person in their group of friends, but now he had to share a bed with her whilst she wore tiny inappropriate underwear which showed off every luscious curve she had, letting him know that every fantasy he'd ever had about her had been no exaggeration.

On the other hand, he was being appropriate. He even had a t-shirt on.

"Please don't sleep in your underwear. You're making this way weirder than it needs to be," he finally said, desperately trying to get her to wear something more.

She rolled her eyes and ignored him completely, folding her clothes and putting them on the armchair under the window. Gale couldn't help but just stand and watch.

"Are you going to stand there all night or are you coming to bed?" Madge asked, turning the covers down on a bed that had seemed perfectly big enough for platonic bed sharing until she'd decided to sleep in her underwear.

Ignoring the way his mind turned Madge's words into something far less innocent, Gale turned the lights off and slid into bed, sleeping as close to the edge as he could get.

"Damn you, Jo, you told me this would work!" Madge whined the next morning, as she sipped her coffee on the porch.

She and Jo were the only two left at the cabin. Gale had been long gone before she woke up and a sleepy Peeta had informed her that he and Katniss had gone fishing. Apparently the pair of them were incapable of being this immersed in nature and not kill something to eat. Peeta and Delly, Jo's girlfriend, had gone into the town to stock up on non-roadkill food.

"What?! You mean it didn't?"

"Nope. He slept on the edge of the bed all night like some old spinster afraid of losing his virtue."

Jo snorted so hard that coffee dripped out her nose.

Madge passed her a napkin and said dejectedly, "It's Gale Hawthorne, he's meant to be easy."

"Hasn't he always been weird about you, though?"

"Yeah," she said sadly. "But the past few years, we've managed to be friendly. I thought he'd gotten over his hatred for my wealth and privilege, but last night he acted as if he'd catch rich cooties from me."

"Nah, Gale doesn't hate you," Jo said decisively. "He gives you too many longing looks when your back is turned for that."

She shook her head. "I think you're barking up the wrong tree. If he had any kind of crush on me then I gave him the perfect opportunity last night to do something about it. It's not as if he's exactly shy with the ladies."

"Maybe that's the problem. Perhaps he doesn't want a holiday hook-up with you, maybe he wants more. I'm not sure Gale knows how to do anything other than casual hook-ups."

Madge thought about Jo's words carefully. It was true that Gale had never had a serious girlfriend. There had been his unrequited crush on Katniss for the duration of their teenage years, followed by some sort of casual arrangement with Jo and a procession of girls from bars.

"So you think I should give it another try tonight?"

"Definitely. There's no way Gale can resist another night of you parading around in one of those lacy underwear sets you love. I'm not sure any red-blooded person can."

"I think she's trying to kill me," Gale whined to Katniss, who was very steadily staring at the lake with no reaction.

If Gale wasn't used to how taciturn his best friend was, he might have read more into this. However, Katniss had never been loquacious and she wasn't very good with feelings, but he'd never let that stop him for venting to her before.

"Seriously though, Catnip, who does that? I wore pyjamas and I hate pyjamas, but Madge somehow thought it was somehow normal for her to wear pretty much nothing."

He fell silent for a long moment as he checked his rod and fidgeted with his bait box. "If she does it again tonight, I might have to build a pillow line down the middle. I can't sleep on the edge of the bed again. I nearly fell out at least three times."

Katniss heaved a deep sigh and rolled her eyes. "I thought you were meant to be good at this, Gale. The amount of times I had to deal with giggling girls going on about the great Gale, king of the slagheap."

He pouted. "I am good at this."

"Apparently not if you've never noticed the large crush Madge has always had on you."

"What?"

Scoffing scornfully, Katniss turned towards him and said, "Do you really think the lack of a pull-out couch was a mistake? No, Jo made me do it. Something about getting you and Madge into the same bed and watching the sparks fly because you haven't exactly been as subtle in your own crush on her."

Gale stared at his best friend, confused by the direction the conversation had suddenly taken. First off, he had thought he'd kept his attraction to Madge on the down low, but apparently even Katniss had noticed. Then there was the confusing information that Madge Undersee had been harbouring a crush on him for a long time.

"Huh!" he said eloquently. "So you mean she was wearing that tiny camisole and lacy panties to mess with me?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying and you appear to have reacted to it as if you're a heroine in some regency romance."

A slow smile spread across his face as Katniss' words sunk in and the realisation that he could potentially live out some of the fantasies that had plagued him for the best part of year that very night sunk in.

Madge's eyes couldn't help but track down Gale's very naked chest as she returned from brushing her teeth. Gone were the very sensible pyjamas from last night and he was stripped down to just his boxer briefs and heat bloomed in her stomach at the sight.

"Oh thank goodness!" she exclaimed, striding towards him and running her hands up his muscled chest. "I thought you were going to actually going to sleep on the floor tonight."

She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him down for a kiss.