Gally Imagines

=SEVENTEEN= Let's Play a Game

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" asked Newt.

You shook your head. "Nope.  Newt, think about it.  Gally works just as hard as he ever has, if not harder, and I do my share as well.  All I ask is for you to acknowledge us as a couple to the other Gladers, and allow us some time to spend together.  We'll work hard to make up for our off days.  We're going to keep seeing each other anyway, so you might as well make it official."

Newt didn't say anything for a long time as he gazed contemplatively at the ivy-covered wall on the far end of the Glade, and you looked at him, trying to read his concerned, far-away look, as if he wasn't really seeing the concrete barrier at all, but something else entirely.

"Alright," he said finally, "I'll talk to Alby, but that's all I can do.  The decision is ultimately up to him."

"Thank you, Newt," you said, softly.

He continued to stare at you a moment, as if he was going to say something more, but then his eyes fell to the ground, before returning his gaze to the far wall.

~Time Lapse~

It was lunch time.  Finally!

You watched as the other Builders started off towards the kitchen, glad to be rid of them at last, and to finally be alone with Gally!  Even if it was only for a few minutes.  You looked over to where he was kneeling—still messing with a piece of wood—and smiling, you made your way over to him.

Coming up behind him, you slid your hands along his shoulders, up and down slowly, and smiled roguishly as you watched his eyes fall shut, indulging in firm press of your palms.  

"Hey, Babe," you said slowly, dragging out the words in an enticing tone.

He groaned briefly as you dug into the back of his neck and between his shoulder blades with your thumbs, working out the knots.  You felt his muscles slowly begin to loosen as he relaxed into your rubbing, tilting his head back and leaning into your hands. 

The hard-packed muscle beneath your palms and fingertips were enough to make you swoon, and you leaned over his neck, and kissed the side of his face.

"You hungry?" you asked.

"For you," he joked.

You giggled then leaned into his ear and whispered, "Chase me!"

Giving his shoulders one last squeeze, you stumbled backwards and took off in the direction of the woods with Gally close on your heels.  Speeding past trees and vaulting logs, you ran, laughing as Gally quickly gained on you, dodging his hands while rounding a trunk, and just managing to slip through his fingers.  Finally you were halted mid-stride by strong arms around your waist, and you both fell into a laughing heap on the forest floor of tall grass, small shrubs, and twigs. 

Still laughing, Gally briefly wrestled with you until he'd gotten ahold of your wrists and pinned them to the ground, hovering over you with a triumphant grin on his face.  You quit struggling—realizing that it was useless against Gally's toned biceps—and finally relaxed, his strong fingers still enclosed around your slender wrists.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked, raising his uniquely perfect eyebrows and flashing a haughty grin.

You considered for a moment, then answered simply, "This," and raised up, and pressed your lips to his.

At first you felt surprise spread across his face, but it quickly turned into a smile as he kissed you back.

You loved the feel of Gally's lips against yours.  Sometimes—well, most of the time—you would find yourself daydreaming about Gally's arms around you, and the press of his lips on yours, but your imaginings were nothing compared to the real deal.  To have his arms really around you.  To really feel his breath hot on your skin, and to really feel his mouth pressing against yours, and the real, tantalizing taste of his lips after a long, hard day of work.  It was bliss!  And you suddenly realized that it didn't matter whether or not you were in the Glade or out of it.  All that mattered was Gally.  For wherever he was, was home.  And you never, ever wanted to be away from that.  From him.  From Gally.  Your Gally.  Your lovely Gally.  And you smashed your lips harder against his, as he released your wrists and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tighter to him, and he turned his head to kiss you deeper.