Gally Imagines

=TWENTY-TWO= Under the Stars

Would this work day ever end?!

You struck at a nail-head in frustration, then threw another longing glance towards Gally—who was a ways away from you—your eyes taking in the delicious curves of his thick muscles beneath his tight shirt as he gestured to another Builder, directing him where to set an armload of wood.  Finally he looked up and his eyes met yours.  He smiled, then arched an eyebrow in an insanely attractive manor, and you saw a flash of pink as he briefly licked his bottom lip. 

You quickly dropped your gaze, trying to look absorbed in your work, but feeling your face grow hot instead, and knew that you must be blushing scarlet.  Only Gally could do this to you, and you loved him so deeply for it.  When you managed to look up at him again, you saw him throwing you a playful smirk, noting your flushed face, obviously pleased with himself.

Oh how you wished to be in his arms!

It was slowly getting dark, and some of the other Gladers were already starting to wrap up the work that they had been doing, glad to finally be done for the day.  You took the cue and collected your things half-heartedly, trying to somewhat tidy up your messy work area before the next day.  Distractedly, you noticed a group of boys kindling a small fire, piling it with pieces of wood, and trying to get it to grow.  Dinner would be done soon.  Good.  You were hungry.

Suddenly your middle was tightly constricted and heat pressed against your neck.  You gasped involuntarily, and heard a deep chuckle in response as his lips continued to caress the side of your neck.  Your arms came up instinctively, and you overlapped them across his, which were still tightly around your stomach.  Then you closed your eyes and leaned backwards into his chest, causing a heightening your senses and intensifying the weight and strength of his arms and the touch of his mouth against your bare skin. 

"I missed you," his deep voice whispered, lips lightly brushing against your ear.

"Mmmmm..." you moaned, eyes still shut, feeling the force of his mouth push into your neck once more.

This was your favorite position.  Standing there, Gally's strong arms around you, hugging you from behind, feeling him devour your neck as if nothing in the world was more pleasing to him, losing yourself in his strength, his passion, his love.

"Hungry?" you heard him ask presently, still in a deep whisper.

You opened your eyes, gazed into his gorgeous green ones, and smiled, "Starving!"

~Time Lapse~

"Ooooooh!" a chorus of mildly sympathetic groans echoed around the ring of boys as a downed Glader struggled to get to his feet outside of the ring where he had been thrown moments before.  He was clutching his arm, dirt caking one side of his face.  He managed to stagger to an upright position, accidentally making eye contact with Gally—who raised an eyebrow at him.

"Come again?" He asked.

The boy shook his head dizzily, then stumbled out and away from the group of boys.  Jeers for the defeated Glader mingled with cheers for Gally, creating a chaos of noise.  Gally had won.  Again.  You smiled and stretched your legs to the fire, setting your empty bowl on the ground, feeling full and warm and happy.

Gally casually adjusted the leather strap around his wrist, looking unconcerned as another hefty-looking Glader stepped into the circle to challenge him.

He threw a glance in your direction, to make sure that you were still watching.  You knew that he was trying to impress you, and you stifled a smile.  He would win again.  You knew he would.  He would rather die than lose in front of you.