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Happy Ending || Thomas
A/N: quite the opposite of a happy ending. oops. also I tried writing in bigger paragraphs so it didn’t seem so long, but I have a wattpad mindset to break every single paragraph. ugh.
word count: 2,055
WARNINGS: small mention of death (there isn’t a scene or anything). waterwork central. i teared up multiple times writing this.
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Words couldn’t even express his emotions.
When he woke up, he was confused. He was scared, he was worried. Had WCKD caught up to them? Where was he?
Stepping out of the cloth tent, he instantly reached to shield his eyes from the beaming rays of the sun, his sight not yet used to the brightness. The people of the Safe Haven paused their actions as Thomas stumbled through, watching in awe at the fact that they were a few metres from their savior.
He ignored the looks he was receiving, but instead let his own eyes wander about, looking at the sturdy construction of the huts that looked as though they’ve been built months ago, as well as the plantations that were distanced a few feet away from one another.
Was this it?
The Safe Haven, was he actually here?
Thomas pointed his gaze to the sea, feeling his body wash over with serenity as he watched the warm sun slowly hide behind the ocean. As he did this, he failed to notice someone walking in his direction after noticing his arrival.
The thuds of feet didn’t pull Thomas’ eyes away from the view of the waves, but rather the string of curses that came from the mouth of the Brit.
A hand clapped down on his shoulder eagerly, rocking Thomas’ body causing the brunette to snap his head in that very direction. “Hey there, Greenie.” Newt gave him a nod, a light sparkling in his beady eyes. Thomas couldn’t believe it, he was staring right at his best friend, who had died right in front of him. Newt acknowledged his stunned expression, a snort escaping him. “If Gally can do it, I should be able to as well.” He reasoned, making a ghost of a smile appear on Thomas.
But just as quick as it appeared, it vanished. His whiskey eyes filled to the brim with tears as he turned to his first friend, grabbing onto his shoulder tightly before pulling Newt into the tightest hug he could muster. “I’m sorry,” Thomas mumbled, his eyes clenching shut as he attempted to swallow the lump in his throat. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” He finally admitted, sniffling before pulling away to look into a pair of sincere eyes.
Newt simply shook his head, squeezing Thomas’ shoulder. “That’s just it. You did save me. You saved us.” He reassured, turning Thomas back into the direction of the bottom of the hill where he could see all of his fellow survivors. “You saved all of us. We wouldn’t be here without you, Tommy.”
Thomas slowly looked away from the camp, turning back to Newt, with even more questions. “But.. h-how? When I left.. when I left you, you were-” His voice could barely go above a whisper, afraid that if he raised his voice in the slightest, this would just disappear from his vision.
It was Newt’s turn to become hesitant, glancing down at his boots before returning back to Thomas. “Y/N.” He stated eventually, and the dark haired boy perked up immediately at the sound of your name, his body flooding with concern and worry as he realized you were not at his side or Newt’s. “She found me, after going with Minho to get the serum.” Newt paused, his eyes glazing over as he observed the crashing of the waves on the shore.
Thomas took note of his sudden change of mood, which only caused his concern and worry for the girl to increase. “Newt,” His voice was weary, but there was warning in his tone as he watched his blonde friend clam up just speaking about you. Releasing a slow breath, Newt eyed him, keeping eye contact to a minimum. “She uh, she got me back to Minho.. and then she-” It shocked Thomas to see Newt choke on his own sob, and the sinking feeling in his stomach let him know that Newt’s words were not going to end the way either of them wanted it to.
“I’m sorry, Tommy. She didn’t make it.”
In an instant, Thomas’ heart was in his stomach. The boy gapped at him, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks as he frantically searched Newt’s saddened gaze in hopes of finding a hint of amusement — Thomas hoped this was some sort of sick joke to wake up to, and that you would pop up with that beaming smile that always seemed to make his day a little lighter.
He swiftly turned his body in the direction of camp, his hazel eyes squinting as he made out as many faces as he could see from on top of the hill he was perched on. He barely had time to realize his own rapid breathing before Newt stepped closer to him, resting his hand on his shoulder once again. “She’s not here.” His words were soft, and careful. He didn’t want anymore damage to be done.
It was all too real. It was too real, and too soon.
Thomas let himself break, a ear piercing shout leaving his pink lips as he buried his face into Newt’s shoulder. The blonde boy didn’t jump like the campers did, he knew what was coming, and he also knew that the only thing he could do was hold his best friend while his heart broke for Y/N.
The broken babbles that Thomas spoke were too slurred to comprehend, and his mind was a prison — it was torture.
You was supposed to be here. If anybody deserved to have this happy ending, it was Y/N. He promised you that he would give you this happy ending, no matter what it takes.
“Tommy?”
Your voice was light, barely above a whisper as you caught the attention of the boy, his whiskey colored eyes on you immediately as you kept yours locked with the twinkling stars.
The pair of you were in the middle of the Glade, laying on the ground and watching the stars away from your friends who were sleeping in your makeshift beds. Sound was easily picked up on, so you both did your best to keep your volume low to avoid getting caught by Alby.
“Yeah?” He mumbled, his eyes trailing over the side of your face, memorizing them. Thomas didn’t turn away when you shifted your head to the side, catching gazes with him and staring at each other.
It was silent for a few moments, the two of you laying side by side comfortably and admiring each other’s features. “Where do you think we’d be, you know, in another life?”
The question left Thomas pondering, not having an answer of his own. He raised his eyebrows, silently signaling you to keep talking. You took the hint, rolling onto your side and resting the side of your head in your hand, your elbow keeping you propped up, offering him a soft smile.
“Well, in another life, we wouldn’t be in the maze.” You giggled, a sound that Thomas found himself melting at. His lips curled up in a smile as you spoke, listening intently. “I don’t know,” You shrugged lightly, glancing down at the blades of grass you were fumbling with before locking eyes with Thomas’ hazel ones.
“I guess in another life, we’d be together.” You whispered shyly, a strawberry blush coating your cheeks. “Me and you, all of us. We’d be with everyone in here, and we’d have a life better than the ones we had before we were put in here.” Your bottom lip found its way to your teeth, and you chewed on it as you thought of your next few words. “We’d have a happy ending.”
Your eyes were on the blades of grass now, avoiding Thomas’ stares at all costs. He noticed this, grabbing your hands in his and pulling you both up into a sitting position, his fingers laced with yours.
“You, more than anyone, deserve a happy ending.” He whispered to you sincerely, the pads of his thumbs rubbing over your knuckles. “You’ve been in the maze for three years. I’ve been here for almost a week, and it’s not ideal.” He tried to joke, smiling proudly when he was able to pull a small laugh out of you.
Your laughter died down and Thomas was staring at you in a way that was unfamiliar to you. Suddenly the feeling of him rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles shot a feeling straight to the pit of your stomach. Your cheeks flushed, and you began to grow flustered at Thomas’ gaze on you, but still, you didn’t want it to stop.
“You will have your happy ending, Y/N.” He insisted, tone even, yet assuring. “No matter what it takes, even if it’s the last thing I do. I will give you your happy ending.”
Thomas let out a yelp of surprise, followed by a small ‘oomf’ when you crashed your body into his, hugging onto him tightly. You buried your face into the crook of his neck as your arms wrapped around him. His body shook with laughter at the sudden action of affection you gave him, but held you close to him regardless.
“Thank you, Tommy.”
Thomas finally lifted his head from Newt’s shoulder, his wrist coming up to wipe at his bloodshot eyes. He didn’t dare meet the blonde boy’s stare, instead he looked out at the setting sun.
“This was it, Newt.” He broke the silence, shaking his head almost as if he were disappointed in himself. “This was her happy ending. Y/N’s happy ending, and she’s not even here to see it.”
Thomas was angry. He was angry at himself for keeping a promise to you that he couldn’t keep, for being here and instead of you. It didn’t feel right to him to live on paradise without you by his side. A sound of disbelief resonated from Newt, his arms crossed over his chest as he glanced over at the brunette. “‘Any ending where he’s happy, is a happy ending for me.’”
Thomas turned to look at the Brit, his eyebrows furrowed to match his perplexed stare. “What?” He was confused to say the least, unknowing of the quote Newt said out of the blue.
“It’s what she said to me before she,” He paused, gesturing with his hand before it slipped back into his armpit. “You know. I didn’t get it until now.” He spoke with a fond smile on his face, and a distant look in his eyes. “She loved you, you know.”
Once again, the feeling of Thomas’ heart in his stomach returned, simultaneously breaking. “I know.” The words were blunt, and it hurt him to say it. Newt’s bushy brows rose at the confession, a low hum emitting from his chest. “And you loved her.”
The statement now made Thomas sigh, giving him a reluctant nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
“Okay. So don’t be a twat and spend the rest of your life here on this beautiful island in agony because of this. It’s okay to grief, it’s okay to mourn, Tommy.” With every word that came from Newt’s mouth, he inched closer to Thomas until his arm was wrapped around his shoulders in a side hug. “But live the life you’re deserving of. And if you can’t do it for you, do it for her. Live your life for Y/N.”
The last few words of Newt’s small speech really struck a cord with Thomas.
So as he stood in front of the large boulder full of carved names, he clutched the metal carving tools in his shaking hands.
“You can do it, Thomas.” Minho’s voice piped up from behind him, followed by a few other encouraging words from Newt, Teresa, Gally, Frypan, and Brenda.
He let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, and began to carve out your name underneath the chubby boy with the rosy cheeks you took under your wing when he had first arrived in the box before Thomas.
His heart was broken, in need of mending, in need of you. He was finally free of needles, free of cranks, free of walls. Free of WCKD.
Thomas was finally home, but deep down, he knew that home would never be home without you here with him.
corruption | thomas
word count; 20,328
summary; you’re the new girl on the island, and you’re innocent in a way that drives thomas insane with the wish to ruin you.
notes; this got a lot longer than I expected it to get. anyway, this is intense.
warnings; smut, spanking, unprotected sex, blindfolding, cum play, gagging, slight BDSM, exhibitionism, voyeurism, loss of virginity.
Vince had started a new program. Each time a boatload of new kids would be coming back, one of the older ones, who had been here longest would pair with them for a few hours, almost like a mentor. Show them around, get them settled, all that.
The system worked well, Thomas was quite fond of the system, actually. He liked it, he liked meeting new people and hearing new stories, and being able to help them get settled in and feel safe again made him happy.
Today, he was not happy with the system.
Why? Because he had been paired with an eleven-year-old kid who was possibly the most irritating child he had ever met, while Brenda had been paired with you. He’s noticed you the second you had stepped down from the ship. Your hair was blowing in the sea breeze gently, your eyes bright and soft smile making his heart jump as you stood nervously on the shore, chatting idly to the kids that hovered around your feet as you reassured them.
You were actually one of the only girls his age that had arrived. Older teens were pretty rare, like Brenda herself, and he guesses that was why she had been paired with you. Anyone that wasn’t taken by WCKD was not immune, and so, unfortunately, most of them had contracted the flare virus soon after being cast out. No longer with any parents, or family, the ‘older teen’ generation had taken a serious impact.
He had hoped, fingers crossed, prayers sent up, anything and everything that you’d be paired with him. Just looking at you across the beach he was already in awe. You were nervously tucking hair between your ear and playing with the end of the torn t-shirt you were wearing. Messy and dishevelled from whatever hellhole you must’ve been recused from, you still looked absolutely stunning to Thomas.
Your name, he had soon learned, was (Y/N), when it was called out and your head had snapped up, and he longed for his name to follow it. Except, Brenda’s had, and he watched bitterly as the girl came over to greet you, your shyness coming out on full display as she greeted you warmly before guiding you away as she chatted animatedly and you listened carefully. He’d actually been so preoccupied watching his friend march you away up the beach that he had missed the first time his name had been called, the young boy who was standing before him had his hand held out as he waited expectantly for Thomas’ attention.
Slipping his hand into the kids, he had barely gotten his name out before the child was dragging Thomas away and telling Thomas what he wanted to do and how he wanted this day to go, and he had to suppress his scoff as his eyebrows shot up. It was the longest introduction session of his life, he felt like it had been dragging on for days as this kid just would not stop talking about the time he saved everyone from a crank attack, which Thomas had already picked over a thousand holes in the story, but bit his tongue and kept his mouth shut. If the kid wanted to dream, who was he to ruin that?
The only things that made it bearable were the small glimpses he caught of you as you trailed around the camp after Brenda. Clearly his friend had given you a few minutes or shower because if he thought you looked good before, you looked angelic now. You were clean and water was still dripping from the bottoms of your almost dry hair, and you had changed out into a pretty sundress, one that he thought was just the perfect length, because it was teasing him just enough to get him excited, without being too short to make him jealous.
By the time he had finally finished his introduction with the boy and dismissed him to the group of friends he’d made on the boat, he wanted nothing more than to collapse at the table his friends had claimed as their own and eat whatever had been smelling so good for the last few hours as Frypan cooked with the others in the kitchen. He’d barely gotten his plate and sat down when Brenda came bounding over to the table, and she wasn’t alone.
The fork in his hand froze halfway between his plate and his mouth as he finally got to admire you up close, and it seemed you only got more perfect to him. The fading evening sun behind you seemed to cast a halo around your figure as he looked up at you and he blinked a few times, ensuring you weren’t just an angel he was conjuring up in his own mind. Before he could think otherwise of his actions, he was scooting up on the bench and pressing the side of his body into Newt’s as the blond complained, but he mumbled hushes to his friend as he cleared a seat beside himself for you to sit at.
“Guys, this is (Y/N), and she’s really lovely, so be nice. Especially you, Minho.” She said pointedly, and the Asian boy protested the targetted comment as you rounded the table to take a seat beside him, and Thomas felt his heart rate pick up as you thanked him happily, sliding onto the bench beside him. Your thigh pressed up to his as you sat on the crowded bench with him, and he looked at you carefully, your eyes flicking up from your plate to meet his.
“Hey, I’m Thomas.” He gave you the gentlest smile he could, and you returned the gesture as you looked at him the hushed conversation between the two of you going unnoticed by the others as they settled into rowdy chatter.
“I know, Brenda told me all about you.” You bit your lip as you spoke, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, and he was glad you did, because had it sat there for a second longer, he would’ve done it himself. “I’m (Y/N), but I guess you got that from Brenda’s announcement.” You giggled, a pink flushing your cheeks and the confidence that surged his system was unreal.
“It’s prettier when you say it. Cute name for a cute girl.” He really wasn’t sure where the sudden urge to flirt was from, and your lips parted as you stared at him for a second, and he panicked, thinking he may have crossed a line, until you cleared your throat and laughed nervously.
“You.. um, you’re not so bad yourself, Thomas.” Your voice had barely surfaced but he could your words and he swallowed the food he had been chewing, smirking at you proudly.
“Pretty girls get to call me Tommy, angel.” He punctuated the line with a wink, because now he knew that you didn’t mind his flirting, he was determined to bring that flutter of heat to your cheeks each time, and you ducked your head away from him, eating your food, but not before you let the name fall from your lips as a test, and he decided, the way you said his name was his new favourite sound.
He knew he was staring throughout the meal but he just couldn't help it. The way you came out of your shell ever so slightly as the group asked you questions about yourself and included you in the conversation, the way you so easily got along with his friends. He was in awe of how easily they accepted you, but how could they not because every word you spoke was enchanting, he was mesmerised just being around you.
Your body seemed to be getting closer to his as you leaned into the table to spoke, though maybe it was just him being hypersensitive as he noticed the heat radiating from where your arm was brushing his, the heat from your body rolling over him comfortingly and he had to suppress the urge to wrap an arm around your shoulders, let it slip to your waist as he held you to his side tightly. Or, how warm the bare skin of your thigh would be under his palm if he dropped his hand to the silky-looking skin exposed to him below the hem of your dress.
Swallowing thickly, you suppressed yourself from such actions, but it didn’t stop him from thinking about them. Thinking about how much he would love to be the one to nibble on your lip instead of you, how much he would love to hold your hand and tug you into him so you could bury your face in his chest each time you blushed. It was something about your nervousness, your shy habits and the introverted way you were that was driving him insane.
Your meal had long since ended, and the group had slowly begun to disappear from the table as the people around them began to disappear too. The light was fading, but you were still here, and so Thomas knew there was no place he would rather be. You hadn’t spoken in a long time, you were happy just listening to the others talking and telling stories, and when he turned to you, he could see that your eyes had glazed over just slightly, and a low chuckle left his lips.
Ducking his head, he let his lips brush the shell of your ear, the gasp you let out at the action making his heart clench as his muscles stiffened, but you turned toward him slightly as you waited from him to whispered whatever it was into your ear. “You look bored. You wanna’ get out of here?”
You turned to look at him, biting back a smile as his eyes focused on your lips before tearing up to your eyes, unashamed of the way you blushed at his action. “What did you have in mind?”
Oh, Thomas had a lot on his mind. But, he wanted to take it slow, he didn’t want to rush you or spook you, and instead, he thought it over, his ears picking up the subtle sounds of the waves crashing at the shore as the idea struck him. “How about a walk on the beach?” You seemed to light up at his idea and he knew he’d found gold with his inspiration, your head nodding eagerly and he chuckled at your enthusiasm. Standing from the table, he excused himself to his friends, who all waved him off with a casual ‘goodnight’ before going back to their conversation, and he held his hand out to you.
You hesitated, before slipping your fingers into his and he adjusted his hold on you, his fingers weaving between yours as he let you stand, before leading you slowly down and onto the sand. The second your toes brushed the soft grains, you paused, tugging him back slightly in his steps and he looked at you, worried you may have changed your mind. Instead, you toed off your shoes, picking them up in your hand softly as your bare feet sunk into the sand.
“Can we walk in the water?” You were almost scared as you spoke, and you were giving him possibly the cutest look he’d ever seen and he froze. You took his pause for a bad sign, however, and you squeezed his hand gently as you looked up at him. “Please, Tommy?”
Thomas had to quite literally bite back the groan he wanted to release at the sound of your voice as you pleaded with him, his mind spinning into an array of dirty fantasies as he looked at you. With a squeak, he paused them aside, lips clamped as he nodded at you, and he filled with pure joy as you lit up at his confirmation. “Anything you want.”
Kicking off his own shoes, you both discarded them to the grass before the sand, and he tugged you excitedly down tot he calm water’s edge, a surprised squeal leaving you as he moved you quickly to the shore. The moon was twinkling on the surface of the water, distorted and rippling as the waves moved inwards to land, but it was beautiful nonetheless and you were enraptured at you looked out at the sight.
Your fingers played with his absentmindedly as you stepped into the cold water, gasping at the temperature as it washed over your toes, and Thomas let his hands leave yours for a second as he rolled up the material of his khakis, halfway up his calves before he followed you into the water. You were staring out at the ship bobbing not far from you, anchored down to the seabed and you let out a little laugh at you turned to him.
“This time last week, I was searching for water in the desert and I was sure I was going to die. Now, I’m standing in the ocean and taking time to admire the world. It feels.. surreal.” You turned to look at him, the light of the night giving him just enough to make out your features, and the sparkle in your eyes, and as you moved, some hair fell free from behind your ear. This time, he didn’t hold himself back, he reached up, tucking it back in place as you divert your eyes from his, cheeks reddening at the action, but you turned to face him more as the water crashed around your ankles your bodied facing own another as he stood close enough for you to feel his gentle breaths washing over the crown of your head.
“What’s your story?” You laughed, looking up at him as he kept his hand on your cheek, letting you lean into the touch slightly.
“Not nearly as exciting as yours.” He rolled his eyes fondly at your joke, but the way his eyes locked on yours again deeply as silence took over told you he was subtly pressing you to tell him and you shrugged lightly, your other hand coming out to weave your fingers with his again carefully, and his eyes widened slightly at your boldness. “When I was ten, I was with a community. All the kids were rounded up, there was maybe eight of us? WCKD, they wanted everyone but me. By the time I found my way home, the group had fallen apart. I wandered for a while, before a little old lady found me sleeping in her barn. Her family lived in the city, she had stockpiled enough for all of them, but they never made it. I lived with her for a few years, but she died when I was sixteen. I was alone after that, and then I was found by Vince.”
He watched you carefully as you spoke, the fond way you spoke of the woman who had cared for you, the way you had lost all your friends and his heart broke for you, his thumb smoothing over your skin carefully. “You're safe here, with us. With me. I promise.” His thumb skimmed against your lips, and he repeated the action, brushing the pad over them slowly as you looked at him.
“I know.” Your lips brushed against his finger as you spoke, your breath unsteady and nervous and he swallowed thickly, before bowing his head and letting his mouth meet yours. Your small sound of surprise only spurred him on, and his hand dropped to your waist as the other squeezed yours tightly. He was gentle and tender, his mouth moving slowly but passionately against yours as he hummed happily at the touch you gave him when you returned the gesture, your hand sliding up to hook around his neck as you pushed up on your tiptoes to pull yourself closer.
Your front was pressed to his, the warmth of your bodies keeping you both warm as you held each other close in the cold night air, and he continued to press the brief and delicate kisses to your lips until his lungs were begging him for oxygen and he had to pull back, reluctantly. When he opened his eyes, you had sunk back to standing normally, and your eyes were still closed, lips parted but curled up in a slight smile and he returned to gesture, pecking the tip of your nose in reassurance.
“That.. was... That was-”
“Amazing?” He prompted, and your eyes snapped open as he gave you a cheeky grin, wiggling his eyebrows as you laughed quietly.
“Well, yes. But it was also my first kiss.” Thomas felt something inside himself shift at your confession, his jaw dropping as he looked at you and it was like a switch in his brain had flicked. Suddenly, he understood exactly why he had been so drawn to you. He bit down on his lip, choking back the moan that wanted to rumble from his throat as he watched you nibble on your own lip carefully, and he realised you really had no idea what you were doing to him.
He had seen and suffered so much in his life, and you had spent yours so sheltered and concealed. You were the opposite of him. Despite how happy he was to be here, he was rough around the edges, dark and stormy with his past and you were nothing but angelic light and purity, your innocence shining through and he swallowed back the want he had to dive back into your mouth and tell you who should really be biting at your lip. His grip on your waist had subconsciously tightened upon the realisation and he loosened it, while you were still looking at him with raised brows.
Instead of replying, he shook his head softly and leaned back down, pressing a chaste but long kiss to you, trying to convey everything he knew he wouldn't be able to say without admitting something incredibly dirty, or inappropriate, si he hoped his mouth could work for him in other ways. You seemed to catch on, as you pressed back into him just as firmly, your kisses still timid as you tried to feel your way through it and he snapped back from you the second his finger twitched with the urge to reach around to palm at your ass.
“For someone who’s never been kissed before tonight, you’re catching on quick.” He teased, his nose bumping yours and your breathy giggle washed over his lips.
“Well, I think I might be learning from the best.” Your arm wrapped around his neck tighter, pulling him closer to you as his lips brushed yours and he hummed at your cheeky comment, liking the side of you that you had so far only shown him. The slightly risky, flirty and bolder side that was just beginning to peek out from layers of insecurities and unfamiliar social interaction.
He wanted to tell you how much more he could teach you. Everything he could show you, do to you, but it wasn’t right. Not yet. Instead, he settled on pulling away and breaking the bubble you had created as a chill began to crawl along his whole body as you both still stood in the lapping waves. “It’s late, and you must be exhausted. How about you let me walk you back to your new home, huh?”
You nodded shyly as he did, retreating back in on yourself a little as the moment faded away. When you had reached your new cabin, you had let him give you a soft goodnight kiss, and he was found himself dreaming about it for the rest of the night when he had collapsed in his own bed, he had wicked smirk on his lips as he thought about you, and an overjoyed smile on yours as you thought about him.
He had been surprised when you had let him hold your hand the next day. He had expected you to have shut in on yourself when the sun had risen, but as you eventually made your way over to the breakfast table that morning, you had taken a seat beside him, and allowed him to lace your fingers together under the wooden surface, your joint hands sitting on his thigh as he grinned happily, your cheeks red and heated for the entire duration, and so, he didn’t push anything, he simply left it there.
You weren’t used to PDA. You weren’t used to anything physical really, and Thomas had quickly come to realise that as the weeks went on. Thought the two of you had never confirmed exactly what you were, it was clear between the two of you that you were his and he was yours, and so he kept the touching and affections to when you were alone, deciding that if he was going to be able to control himself around you, he had to leave you to set the pace.
You had quickly adapted or having friends far faster than you had adapted to having a romantic interest. The first hug you had given out had been to Brenda. She had slung her arm over your shoulder as you walked, and you had wrapped both of your arms around her waist and held her tightly in a squeeze before letting them drop back to your sides. You had quickly adjusted to the idea, it having been so long since you’d had a larger group to interact with, but it had only taken two months for you to slip back into the gentle ease of having a large group to share your life with, an experience you hadn’t had since you were ten.
Being with Thomas was an entirely new experience. You’d never had the intimacy he gave you with anyone else. You’d never seen it or heard stories, only vague memories and what your mind could conjure up, and he respected that, but the progression in your relationship with him had been considerably slower. It wasn’t that you didn’t want anything more, it was simply that Thomas seemed to have backed off entirely, and wouldn’t show you new things, instead, he would leave it up to you to push boundaries, but you didn’t know what the boundaries were or where they lay.
More often than not, the two of you found yourselves hidden away in one of your cabins, his hands on your waist or face as he kissed you deeply, his tongue daring out on occasion to dip into your mouth and play with yours, much like he was now. His hands were cupping your cheeks, his tongue swirling with your own as he held you closely, your hands bunched up int he material of the shirt on his chest as the erotic touches made you feel weak.
He grunted softly as he pulled away, taking a quick breath before his nose bumped against yours as he tipped your head to the side and dived back in. Your lips were wet as they smacked together, your soft moan being muffled and swallowed by him but it never went any further than this, for months now he had simply kissed you, and you were growing needy and impatient. Smoothing your hands into palms on his chest, you pushed him away from you gently, his eyes snapping open as he looked at you worriedly, his hands leaving your cheeks and you blushed under his intense gaze as he tried to assess if he’d gone too far.
You took his hand on yours, bottom lip clamped between your teeth nervously as you tugged him backwards toward his bed, and you lay yourself down on it. It wasn’t the first time you had laid on Thomas’ bed, the two of you often found yourself curled up and cuddling later at night after your evening meal as you chatted about anything and everything, but as you eased yourself down onto the springy mattress, your lips met his again, the hand on his neck tugging him down until he was bracing himself above you, a hand on either side of your head.
He dragged his lips away from yours once again, a chuckle on his lips as you whined unhappily and he shifted, holding his body up above yours, but one of his hands left the space beside your head as he dragged the tips of his fingers along your bare thigh, and your breathing hitched excitedly. “You’re okay with this?”
“More than okay, Tommy.” Your lips were pouted as you looked up at him, and he groaned lowly under his breath, his hand coming down to clamp roughly at your thigh, but he didn’t miss the slight change in your tone, almost exasperated as you confirmed your willingness for his hands to travel your body.
“I just don’t want you to feel rushed. I don’t want to pressure you.” Your heart jumped at his sweet cares, and you leaned up, pecking his lips carefully and rolling the two of you over, his side meeting the mattress as he looked at you and you ran your fingers over his face carefully as he watched you.
“Sit up against the headboard.” Your statement was absolutely not what he had expected you to say, and his brows furrowed, but he nodded and licked over his lips. Kicking off his shoes, he shuffled up his bed until he sat amongst his pillow, his legs spread out before him as you toed off your own shoes, hopping up onto the bed beside him. With a slightly nervous breath, you swung a leg over his lap, kneeling above him and his adam’s apple bobbed, the tension in the room thick and his hands slipped to having one in each of his usual positions, one on your cheek and one on your hip.
Taking his wrist, you pushed the hand on your cheek up until the digits tangled in your hair a little, his fingers contracting on instinct to wrap in your hair as you nodded at him “This is okay. With his other hand, you dragged it down your side until he was gripping at your thigh, the hand in your hair tightening as he let out a breath, the fingers on your bare skin twitching. “This is okay, too.”
“I got you, angel.” His lips puckered as he silently asked you for another kiss and you granted it to him, leaning your head down from where you kneeled above him as you gave him a brief peck. Taking both of his hands in yours, your dragged them along your body, your hands covering his as you took his hands back to your hips, pausing for a second before pushing them around until he was holding your ass in his hands, a moan falling from his lips and he happily groped at the flesh on instinct.
“Th-That’s definitely okay.” You whispered, crashing your mouth back to his as you seated yourself in his lap, dropping down to sit on him and his legs crooked behind you, bending slightly to hold you where you sat as he let out another low moan. “Is this okay with you?”
He chuckled darkly, looking between your eyes and where you sat in his lap as his head tilted tot he side. “More than okay.” He smirked at he quoted you and you rolled your eyes fondly, before one of his hands was slipping into your hair to pull your lips back down to his in a sloppy and heated kiss.
His tongue slipped back into your mouth as he palmed at your ass roughly, your tongues battling and playing between the confines of your sealed lips, and you twisted your hips, feeling the boy shift under you as you rolled down into him delicately, a moan spilling from him as his own hips bucked up into yours needily and hesitantly. The feeling was new, and his grip on you only tightened, but before you had time to process the new movements, the door was flung open, bouncing off of the wall and you jumped at the noise, your lips torn from Thomas’ as you yelped at the startling intrusion.
Newt’s eyes were wide as he looked at you both, your entire face flushing red as you dropped your head, your hair framing your face as you hid your embarrassment behind your hands, and Thomas worried as you closed yourself off in his lap, your body stiffening above him. “That was so not what I expected to see when I came in.”
Thomas snapped his attention to Newt, a scowl on his features from not only being interrupted but form the fact that you had completely shut yourself off it seemed, and he growled his words out to his friend, bitterly; “What do you want, Newt?”
“I- er- Look, mate, if I could I would totally just pretend I couldn’t find you and let you get back to it, but Vince needs you, like, now.” The blond scratched the back of his head, his own cheeks flushing at the awkward situation. Thomas nodded looking back to you as you shook in his lap and he sighed disheartedly, giving his friend a look. “I’ll tell him you’ll just be a minute. See you soon.”
The moment the Brit had gone, his hand inched up your arms to seal at your wrists, slowly prying them from your face as you shook in his lap. “I am so s-” He was surprised to be met with your grin instead of your tears, however. Your face was still red and heated by your laughs now echoed loudly around the room and Thomas let his jaw hang slack as you laughed at the situation.
“That was not how we were supposed to tell your friends.” You grinned, and his head tipped to the side, a beam covering his features as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer until your chests were pressed together and he was looking up at fondly as you looped your own arms around his neck.
“I’m sorry I have to go.” you shook him off, mumbling something about responsibility and duties as he stared at you longingly. “How about this: you go and enjoy the rest of your day, and tonight at dinner we can tell the rest of our friends about us. Assuming Newt hasn’t already told them.”
“That’s good with me.” He leaned his head up, trying to catch your lips once again and you swerved, his lips meeting your cheeks and he mumbled unhappily. “You should really go, Tommy. You don’t want to keep Vince waiting.”
“Vince doesn’t have a pretty girl in his lap, does he? I’m sure he’d understand.” He tried again, and you pushed a finger over his pouted lips, ignoring his puppy eyes and his hands on your thighs tightened their grip.
“No, Tommy!” You squealed as he lifted his hands to pinch at your waist, tickling you gently as you squirmed and laughed. “If you go and see Vince now, like you’re supposed to, I promise there will be a pretty girl in your lap again later tonight.” His eyebrows shot up as he wiggled them teasingly, an exaggerated groan falling from his lips as he reluctantly rolled you from your straddled position until you lay on the bed beside him, and he leaned over you.
“Seal your promise with a kiss?” You shook your head, smiling at him as you gave him a simple and swift kiss, before pushing on his shoulder as he got to his feet and pulled on his shoes. “I’ll see you at dinner, angel, enjoy the rest of your day.” Be blew you a subtle kiss, before making his way out of the door and leaving it open, allowing you to watch as he ran a hand through his messy hair and jog away toward the main camp.
That evening, it would seem Newt had reached your new group of friends first, because when Thomas slumped down tiredly at your side and pressed a wet kiss to your cheek before nuzzling his nose at the spot and slinging an arm over your shoulder, nobody had seemed even the slightest bit fazed. They didn’t comment on it, but each had a little glint in their eye as they looked at the pair of you, and Thomas couldn't bring himself to care because he had been so right all those months ago on the first night he kissed you. You felt perfect tucked into his side as he ate and chatted with his friends, he couldn’t imagine ever being happier.
As soon as you had finished, he had been quick to excuse you both, his fingers weaved with yours as he weaved you back to his home, the door quickly sealed behind him and he made a point of pushing a stray box in front of it to make the point to anyone who may try and enter again today. You laughed gently as you sat back on his bed, arms spread out as you flopped back into his sheets, and he kicked off his shoes, the items clunking loudly as he discarded them.
Sinking to his knees, he lifted each of your feet, pressing a brief kiss to each knee as he slipped your trainers for your feet, before crawling over you, his body pressing into yours and he moved in to catch you in a smouldering kiss that you quickly returned. Your fingers move into your hair as he shifted his weight to one of his forearms, the other skimming along your body and gripping at your thigh.
You twitched in his grasp, letting him lift the leg until it was locked around his hips, your leg curling around his back as his hips settled against yours, his teeth nibbling on your lower lip to get you to pry them for him so his tongue could sneak into your mouth. His hips rolled down into yours slightly, seemingly unconsciously on his part as he picked up the pressure, one roll dragging a moan from you as he pressed his crotch to yours, and your lips left his as your head sank back into the bedding.
“Sorry, angel. Didn’t mean to.” His voice was hoarse from the kisses and you whined when he backed away, clambering back to your feet as your thigh fell back down, your body cold as you clenched your legs together. “Are you staying the night?”
He was facing away from you now, stripping his shirt up and over his head as you looked at him, wanting to reach out and trace the moles littering pale his skin. His khakis soon followed, dropping them to the ground, and you hadn’t realised that you hadn’t answered until he turned back to you, standing in his boxers and holding his shirt out for you as an offering if you wanted to stay, and you barely took any time before nodding and taking the warm garment from him. He smiled happily, and he placed a chaste kiss to your lips before turning away so you could change.
Your body was tingling, and when he heard the squeaks of the mattress he finally turned to you, having pulled on a pair of sweatpants to sleep in as he looked at you laying on his be happily. With your head popped up on one of your hands, you crooked your finger at him, beckoning him forward. “I believe I promised you a pretty girl in your lap, you should get over here.”
He grinned at you, taking slow steps across the room before sinking back onto the edge of the bed, and you kneeled behind him palms smoothing over the flat of his chest as he tilted his head tot he side, kissing him deeply as he held your hands where they sat flat on his pecs. “You don’t have to, angel. I’m happy with whatever you want to do.”
“You see, I don’t think that’s true.” You whispered, and his brows came together as he looked at you, watching as you round his body, to sling a leg over his lap, settling happily against him as his hands came to sit on your back, and his face was still scrunched up in confusion and silent question from your words. “You pull away when you think you’re going too far, instead of letting me tell you when you’re going too far.”
He dropped his hands down to your ass lightly, giving the curves a rough squeeze and you whimpered in his touch slightly. Your lips trailed along his jaw, his head tilting to the side as you reach his ear, your fingers pulling at strands of his hair, and you rolled your hips down into his firmly, a groan falling from him, and you did it again. Setting a steady rhythm, his grip on you tightened as he massaged at your ass, his own wet mouth finding your neck as he licked and sucked at the column of your throat, the new sensations driving you wild as you tipped your head back for him.
He grunted into your skin as he reached a particularly sensitive spot, your hand tugging his chocolate-locks sharply as you moaned. “Tommy, please..”
“Oh, God, don’t beg for me, angel. I won't be able to control myself.” He mumbled into your skin, tugging you down harshly into his lap as his erection pressed up into you, wetness forming on the front of his sweats as you humped against him, your panties destroyed. You were whining in his grasp, and his hand smoothed up your front carefully, brows raised as they brushed under the skin of your breasts through the top. Your lip was held hostage between your teeth as you rolled your hips down into his each time he thrust his hips up to meet yours, and he pulled his mouth away from the scattering of wet red and purple marks he had left along you skin, his cock jumping at the dishevelled state of you that he had made. “You want more? Just tell me what you want.”
“I-I want..” You trailed off, looking at him carefully as he stared at you with wide eyes, and you pushed your hips down into his, moaning lightly. “Feels good. I want that feeling.” You whispered, and your eyes darkened at the lust that took over his features, his lips twisting up in a dark smirk.
“I know what you want.” His hands locked on your hips harshly, lifting you from his lap just enough to adjust you over the top of his thick thigh, the muscles clenching and flexing under your weight. You raised your eyebrows, sitting there carefully as one of his arms looped around your waist, the other skimming up your front as his fingers brushed against the underside of your boob, his eyes raising to yours. “This okay?” You nodded happily and he palmed at the mound in his hand, your mewls filling his ears as he felt your nipples harden under his touch. “Roll your hips, angel.
Doing as he said, your jaw dropped as the pressure on your clit increased and the arm around you stiffened as he helped you set a pace. You were rocking down carefully on his leg, your fingers digging into his bare shoulders as you held onto him, your eyes sliding shut and head falling back as you chased the feeling burning through your body. Your moaning only increased when his mouth closed over your through the top, sucking and leaving a wet mark as his hot mouth closed over your nipple, sucking harshly.
You could feel the heat and the wetness of his tongue even through the material as he lapped at you, and you cried out happily as your stomach burned with intensity. “Pull your panties aside for me, angel. You’ll feel even better.”
You lifted yourself shakily, swiping the material of your panties to the side of your dripping heat as you lower yourself back onto his leg, a sharp cry leaving his lips when he jolted the limb under you, feeling him smirk into your skin as he kissed his way up to your lips from your shoulder. “Oh, Tommy..”
“I like that sound. You moaning for me. I’m never going to forget that.” He grinned, leaving a sloppy kiss to your lips as you shakily chased your high, unevenly working against his leg as you sighed and moaned in joy. You let him take the lead as he guided you on his leg, jumping and jolting the muscled leg beneath you as slick trails moved up and down the rough material of his sweats. “You look so good riding my thigh, angel. So, so good. Tits bouncing, head thrown back as you leave your juices all over my leg because you’re just dripping. God, you’re ethereal just to look at. Look at you, so perfect for me.”
With shaky fingers, you bunched up your top in your hands, tugging it up and grasping at one of your exposed breasts, and Thomas moaned loudly as he looked over your chest. He let his mouth drop down to your unattended breast, attaching his mouth over it as he groaned into your skin, the rough top of the muscle gliding across the peak bud mounted on your flesh, and you whimpered, crashing over the edge as you came.
You slowed your movements against him as you shook, and he grinned up at you happily before he twisted you to lay you in the sheets gently, your head meeting the sheets as your top still sat clenched in your fingers as you let your eyes flutter closed as you trembled. He smoothed the hair from your face softly, leaning over you and staring down at you in adoration. “How do you feel?”
You were smiling widely as you cracked your eyes open to look at the man above you. “That’s the first time I ever.. you know..”
Thomas practically choked on his breath as he looked at you, the fingers that had been running up and down your exposed tummy stilled and he had to take a minute to collect himself, his eyes squeezing shut as he bit at the inside of his cheek. “You’ve never cum before? You never touched yourself or..?”
You shook your head, heat flooding your features as your skin flushed and he dragged his touch down your stomach, trailing it along the band of your panties. “I never knew how to, or what to do, so..” He hummed, pressing his fingers up against your swollen clit, the material barrier drenched under his fingertips, the action eliciting a gasp from you. He eased himself down, tongue and lips working across your stomach and down over your navel as he explored your skin with his mouth. “More, Tommy, please.”
With a quick move at the sound of your pleasing, he wrapped his fingers into the elastic of your underwear, looking to you for a simple nod before he eased them down your legs and threw them away from you both. He pushed a single finger into you, only to the first knuckle as your flooded core took him easily, your tight hole squeezing around the skinny digit and drawing him in further, until he was fully seated inside of you.
He twirled the finger carefully, circling it slowly and stretching you as you gasped and moaned under him, the pad rubbing against your walls as his thumb traced patterns on your clit, your orgasm already building for the second time that night. Easing a second digit into you, you adjusted your hips, rolling them up into his hand as the stinging from being stretched subsided, pure pleasure from all the places he was touching you beginning to take over.
He pumped the digits languidly, exploring your core and tracing your walls, curling and crooking his fingers and a cry left you as he knocked against that special spot. He chuckled into the skin of your hip and nipped at the bone as he found it, pressing down on it again and grinning as you shook and twitched in his grasp. Frantic moans were pouring from your throat as he scissored his digits, letting out his own sounds of joy as your pleasure as your juices dripped down his fingers and your walls squeezed him tighter.
“Cum for me, gorgeous. Let me feel you, give me all of it. Come on.” He cooed at you, his voice throwing you over the edge as your back arched and body spasmed, ecstasy filling you as you cried out his name, the sound bringing him onto the clouds with you just knowing he was making you feel that good.
Pulling his wet fingers from you, he sucked on them, humming as he cleaned your essence from his hands before he lowered your top back down to cover you, not bothering with your panties as he lay flush against your side, an arm slung over your waist as he relaxed beside you. His erection was pressing against your leg, as you curled into him, and you cleared your throat, shyness once again filling you. “Do you want me to.. Um..” He opened his eyes to look at you, following your sights to look at the straining bulge in his sweatpants from the raging hard-on he had gained from all the sensual touches and sounds you had made.
“I think we’ve done enough experimenting for one night. I’ll be totally fine, angel, tonight was about you.” You were hesitant to agree, your eyes searching his and he leaned up to kiss you delicately before pulling you into him, nuzzling his face into your neck happily as your legs tangled, a yawn tearing from you. “Go to sleep, today has been a hell of a day for you.”
You chuckled, kissing on the cheek that was within your reach as you nodded tiredly. “That it has.”
After that night, Thomas had realised that you wanted him to push his boundaries, you wanted him to be in charge of the explorations, and you wanted him to help you come out of your shell. It had taken some progress, your face had heated up radically the first time he had kissed you in front of your friends, his lips moving softly against yours as your skin flushed and he looked at you cheekily.
You weren’t afraid to hold his hand, but public displays were new to you. He was shocked, to say the least, when you had kissed him publicly for the first time. You’d been searching everywhere for him, he’d been helping to build new houses all day and you hadn’t been able to find him, so when you had, you had spilled the good news right after diving into his arms and planting your lips on his. He’d had to ask you to repeat the first half of what you said because his shock had deafened him as he looked at you in awe.
He’s been ever more shocked, the time you had planted yourself down into his lap one night at a bonfire as Vince prepared a meeting. He had saved you a seat beside him, and he’d greeted you warmly with a kiss as you arrived, but before he could show you the seat he had reserved for you, you had perched yourself happily across his lap, legs dangling over one of his legs and your cheek resting on his shoulder as you settled into his embrace. His hand had found your thigh lovingly, his other wrapping around your waist to support you. After that, you rarely ever sat in your own seat again.
Your intimacy had remained the same, the two of you regularly working to get each other off as you explored one another's bodies, and no matter how close you got to him, you couldn't help but feel like he was always holding something back. He let you touch him, but it never lasted long. He gave you everything, but he never let you return it. Thomas was perfect in every way, he was caring and gentle, he was a giver and you wanted to give back to him, but he would never let you. He let you take things at your own pace, but you were getting sick of waiting.
He currently had you pushed up against the door on the inside of your cabin, his hand under the undone edge of your shorts as he pumped the digits in and out of you as fast as the material restraining him would allow. His mouth was pressed to yours, the two of you panting needily into the other’s mouths as you palmed him through his jeans, your fingers playing with the buckle on his belt and he hummed lowly, shaking his head a little as his fingers lost their pace.
“All about you, angel, don’t worry about me. I can feel how close you are, come on.” You whined out, in dissatisfaction before pulling his hand from your pants, his brows furrowing as he pulled back to look at you. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, Thomas, but I don’t want your fingers. I just want you.” Your hand brushed over the bulge he held, and he groaned at your touch, his eyes wide as he searched yours. He lifted his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean as he stared at you intensely.
He nodded carefully, pulling you from your support of the wall and kissing you deeply, spreading the taste of you from his tongue onto your own as you let him take control. He pushed the undone shorts down your legs, letting you step out of them and discard them with your shoes, that had been sitting there since the morning when you had locked yourself away with him. Tugging on your shirt, he lifted it up and over your head, snapping the clasp on your bra open until it fell free, and you were standing before him in your panties.
“I think it’s unfair that you’re still fully dressed.” You muttered, and he laughed at your eagerness, tugging his shirt up over his head and you looped your fingers into his jeans, the back of your finger running along his skin as you dragged your finger along under the material. “These, too.”
You bit your lips as his eyebrows raised, and you heard his hands go to jingle at the belt, the item being stripped away, and your gaze dropped to watch his nimble fingers unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his thighs until they fell away. He kicked the trousers away from himself when he stepped out of them and his cock pushed against his underwear, precum leaking from him and leaving a patch on the front of the pale blue material of his boxers.
You reached down to cup him, your wrists being taken in his hands as he smirked wickedly, turning to push you down against the bed as his hands pinned you to the mattress. You jerked in his grasp, his hips grinding into yours as he gripped onto you tightly and you moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist to open yourself wider to his as your breasts pressed up to his chest.
“Keep these here for me, angel. Don’t touch until I tell you you can.” You liked this side of Thomas, you liked it very much, but you could tell he still wasn’t giving you everything as he inched his way down your body. He left wet trails along your skin, his teeth hooking into the band of your panties as he dragged them away for your core as he lifted your hips, and your breathing became shallower as you became fully exposed to him.
Taking your legs, he lifted them over his shoulders carefully, your ankles crossing behind him as you pulled him closer, his hands massaging at your thighs as his hot breath fanned over your core. With a content groan at the sight before him, the man wasted no time as he dragged two fingers through slick folds, the feeling of his fingers on your core having become more than familiar since the first time he had brought you mind-blowing bliss. The tip of his tongue, however, soon followed, and it was a feeling you had never felt before.
With a hum, he sealed his lips around your clit, sucking on the little nub harshly and your legs tightened, pulling his body closer to you as your hands shot down to weave in his hair, tugging tightly at your roots and he tutted, pulling away and blowing cool air onto your dripping heat, before placing a gentle bite at the inside of each of your quivering thighs. “What did I say about touching me, angel?”
He watched as your chest rose in a gasp, your eyes fluttering up to look at him as he leaned over you, his hands, the fingers of one still slightly wet, smoothed along your arms to lift them back to their original position. “‘M sorry, Tommy. It just felt so good, I couldn't help myself.” You whimpered under his gaze, and he hissed through his teeth at the sight of you below him. His mind flashed with images of you sprawled out the same way, hands bound above you and a blindfold covering your face, his head between your thighs over and over as you shook and screamed until everyone knew his name and the bedsheets were ruined.
He reached a hand into his boxers, the thin material showing you every movement he made but giving you no sights of him as he pumped his member within the confines, his head falling back as he mumbled happily, your name falling from his lips as he worked himself to the sight of you all spread before him, and a blush covered your body under his intense stare. Upon noticing the flush on your skin, he cooed, pulling his hand away, his actions having only increased the size of the bulge he supported. “I’ll let you off this time, angel, but only because I took you by surprise. Keep them up.”
You nodded, and he grinned coyly as he sank back to his knees, hands on your thighs to push your thighs apart and he wasn’t slow or delicate this time. Instead, he dove forward, his tongue moving through your folds like silk as he lapped at you, licking you clean of the arousal flowing from you in streams. Your back arched, and he felt his grip on your thighs tightening to what most almost be painful, and instead, he readjusted his grip to wrap his arms under your legs and pull you down the bed and closer to his face.
His teeth nibbled lightly on your throbbing and sensitive button, his chuckle vibrating along your skin as you moaned and squirmed in his hold. Circling the tip of his tongue around your entrance, he pushed it into you slowly, teasing you with the wet muscle as you clenched around him, letting him flick and lick at your inner walls as your eyes rolled back. “Need to warm you up a bit, sweetheart, but you can’t cum yet.” You cried out at his words, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you raw until the stimulation was too much for you and your body was shaking in his grasp as your eyes rolled back, but he knew what would be too much for you on your first time.
His two of his fingers slipped into your core and you mewled in joy as the digits slid right down to the knuckle, his mouth returning to your clit as she scissored his fingers and stretched you out, wider than he usually did but the feeling of his tongue and lips between your leg soothed every sting that made itself known. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you quickly and the sounds of his slurping only made the whole thing filthier, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure in your stomach built and you clamped down around his fingers, calling out to warn him you would cum if you kept it up.
He eased himself up slightly, his fingers leaving you, and he watched over your panting form as you tried to catch your breath, your cheeks flushed and the second he had vacated the spot, your legs clamped shut, rubbing together as you whined under your breath, your hands clenched into fists above the bed as you kept them there for him. There was so much he wanted to give to you, and his body stiffened, muscles clenching as he held himself back from just jumping on your and fucking you into oblivion like he desired.
You peered at him as he simply took you in, a smile on your face as you caught his eye and for a second the lust hanging over him seemed to dissipate for a second as you beamed at him, looking absolutely heavenly before him and a surge of pure love raced through him. Dropping his boxers to the floor, your eyes widened as you took him in, his cock standing tall in the heated around surrounding you both, precum dripping from the red head, the vein along his underside throbbing as his erection bobbed with his movements, and the arousal filling you only seemed to increase tenfold, your body feeling too hot against the covers as you wiggled about, uncomfortable and flustered.
With a hand on each knee, he pried your thighs apart softly, a cool breeze sweeping over your dripping slit and he held his hands or to you, nodding as you looked to him and be pulled you up, standing between your legs as one of his hands found your cheek, thumb rubbing over your soft skin delicately. “I’m so in love with you.” Your jaw dropped at his statement, the softness of the moment overwhelming you as he spoke the words you knew that two of you felt for each other, but had never explicitly said. “I just wanted you to know, before we do this, that I love you. So much, you’re absolutely everything I ever could’ve wanted.”
You pushed up into him to seal your lips to his, your hands cupping his cheeks as you leaned back onto the mattress, letting him help you shuffle up it as he kissed you deeply and slowly, conveying the truth in his words as he held you delicately. Soon, he was hovering over you once again as you poured your own feelings into the exchanges of your passionate kisses, his body slotted between your thighs, and he took one of your hands, weaving your fingers together and pressing your hand to the bed as he pulled back, allowing you to continue to weave your other hand through his soft hair.
“You tell me if it’s too much, okay? Just tell me what you want, and when you want it.” He waited for your affirmation, receiving a small nod and a peck to his lips in reply. With a steady hand, he reached between your both, dragging his tip up and down your folds as he gathered your slickness up, a broken moan leaving you both at the feeling, before he lined himself up.
Sinking forwards and into you, your fingers tightened around his, squeezing at his hand tightly and your eyes screwed shut, your face contorting slightly at the strange feeling and slight burn, but you never said anything, and so slowly, he slipped further and further into you until his hips were resting snuggly against yours, both of you letting out a deep sigh as he sunk himself into you fully.
His head dropped into your neck as he tried to compose himself, the feel of your walls hugging him so slickly, so tight and warm, he was losing all semblance of self-control and he clung to the final shreds he had as he gave you a minute to adjust.
“You can go, Tommy.” You whispered in his ear, your hand fisting at his hair as he panted into your neck, a grunt leaving him as he pulled himself all the way out of you, before letting himself slide back between your walls, faster than he had been but still relatively slowly as he eased you into it. With his free hand, his fingers skimmed down your thighs, gripping tightly as he hiked your leg up high on his waist, holding it there as his fingertips dug into your flesh and he moaned in bliss at the feeling of how much better you felt now, a cry leaving your lips as he tapped at your g-spot, your stomach fluttering and body jumping at the stimulation. “Oh, Tommy..”
“I got you, sweetheart, tell me what you need.” His words were spoken through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw as he slowly picked up his pace, rolling his hips down into yours and filling you to the brim each time.
“H-Harder.” He paused for a second, looking over you and swallowing thickly.
“Are you sure?” You simply nodded in response, your own hand sliding down your body to rub quick circles at the little nub between your legs as his cock slipped in and out of you faster, his hips snapping down into yours with more force as he tried to keep it to a reasonable level, grunts and moans falling from him as your cried and shook in his grasp, the pleasure being an all-new kind of ecstasy and you squeezed around him, your walls tightening their grasp on his cock.
Your juices were running down between you both and into the sheets, his jaw falling open to watch the way he was fucking you, the way he slipped in and out of you, his shaft drenched in your fluids and he growled under his breath, delivering a particularly rough thrust forward, a scream tearing from you as your body jolted at the feeling and his eyes snapped up to look at you and you trembled, lip clenched between your teeth and your knuckles white as you gripped his fingers.
Releasing the hand on your thigh, he pushed your hand away from yourself as he brushed a knuckle over the sensitive bud, smirking at the begging noises you released as he rubbed hard circles into it, quick and steady as his head dipped to catch a nipple between his teeth, your breasts bouncing with his thrusts erratically and he sucked the flesh mound between his cheeks, sucking and nipping at your skin as you both chased your highs.
“Oh, gonna’ cum, Tommy.” He hummed an acknowledgement into your flesh and you cried out at the feeling, your voice getting higher and higher as you came crashing over the edge. “K-Kiss me, please kiss me, Tommy.” He released your wet flesh with speed and caught your lips as you finally crashed over the edge, his mouth playing with yours as his name died in your throat as pleasure took over, the smacking of your lips and colliding of hips filling the room.
“Fuck, angel, you’re so goddamn tight.” His words were wheezed out and fucked you through your orgasm, until you were shaking and gasping in his grip. Pulling out of you, his hand wrapped around his dripping cock, still coated in your juices as he jerked at himself quickly, shouts of your name leaving his lips and his eyes screwed shut as he pleased himself, your name falling from his lips continually until white cum shot out over his fist, loud moans and grunts leaving him as his jaw dropped, shoulders dropping as he was thoroughly spent from the actions, and you rolled over onto your side, the ache in your core a thought at the back of your mind as the haze in your mind slipped away.
He grinned lazily as he swiped his shirt from the floor, wiping his hand on it and collapsing down beside you on the bed, an arm slung over his eyes and the other stretched out to you for a silent invitation to curl into him, but you chose to stay where you were, nibbling on your lower lip. His eyes cracked open to glance at you, confusion filling him as the picture of bliss that had been painted on your face moments prior was gone, and he found you deep in thought as you stared away into a place a million miles from in the bed with him.
His own buzz died down in his veins and he rolled onto his side, a hand reaching out to pull you onto your back, head cushioned on his bicep as he looked down at you carefully, and you seemed to snap back to reality, smiling at him softly as he leaned above you but he wasn’t convinced, his brows raised as he looked at you. “What’s wrong?”
“You didn’t enjoy that as much as I did, did you?” Your question shocked him, his mouth going dry and jaw dropping as you looked away from his eyes once again, the sides of your lips flicking up, twitching into a barely present smile as you shrugged your shoulders. “If you don’t want to have sex with me, you should’ve said so, Thomas, I didn’t want you to have to do anything you didn’t want to do, a-”
“What the hell makes you think that that wasn’t the best moment of my life?” He cut you off, voice whispered as he came out to hold your jaw, tipping your head towards him in worry as he forced your gaze back to his.
You shrugged, letting out a little sigh and shuffling on the bedding slightly. “You seemed to have more fun when you got yourself off at the end, you were way more into it then. You never let me touch you. If you don’t want to sleep with me, you can just say so. If it's attraction thing, just tell me! I can handle it if you don’t think I’m at-” His lips sealed over yours, his fingers tight on your jaw as he silenced you with a chaste but hard kiss.
When he pulled back, his thumb and pointer finger gripped your chin, your eyes wide as he stared at you with more intensity and fire than he ever had before. “Don’t ever think that. You are the most attractive girl I have ever seen, and will ever see. You are perfection on earth, do you hear me?” He waited until you nodded, and you had to break yourself free of the shock from his dominance for a second, and he pressed kisses along your jaw softly, nipping at your skin just enough to tickle. “I want absolutely everything with you, angel. But I can’t, I’m holding myself back for your sake.”
His final words were carried on a sigh, so quietly you’d almost missed them, but when you finally caught them, your face crumpled in confusion as your eyes searched his, and you could tell he was desperately pleading with you not to push any further but you wanted to know. “What does that mean?” He groaned, flopping onto his back as he stated at the roof, running a hand over his face as he tried to think about how to explain this to you, and it was your turn to roll onto your side, propping yourself up on an elbow, balancing your cheek on the hand as your other hand drew shapes onto the skin of his defined pecs as you waited.
“You.. You’re so innocent. It’s so incredibly fucking hot. You’re sweet and shy, and you blush and all I want to do is fucking ruin you.” You let his words sink in, his skin heating up embarrassed as he continued to let the words spew from his mouth, now his deepest darkest confession was coming out, he couldn’t stop it. “When I first met you, I loved how shy you were, I thought it was the cutest fucking thing ever. And then, when you told me I took your first kiss, I felt like I had stolen it, but I didn’t feel bad. Fuck, I felt proud, and aroused at the idea that you were so pure. You’re like light, and I’m darkness and fuck, all I want to do is wreck you. I want you bent over every surface screaming my name, I want tears on your cheeks as I fuck your mouth and you choke on my cock, I want cum dripping from your cunt as you scream and shake for me, too much but you’re begging me for more because you need it.”
He was breathless by the end of his rant, and your fingers had long since stilled from their tracing of patterns into his skin, the air between you thick and heavy. Placing your palm flat on his body, you slid it down along his chest, his hips jumping and a surprised yelp leaving him as you wrapped your fingers around his half-hard cock, his hand flying from his face as he turned to look at you. Biting on your swollen lip as you looked at him, his eyes darkened as he looked at you.
“Angel, you’re playing a risky game, don’t tease me right now.” He looked at you carefully, your grip on hi tightening as you sped up your pumps and his mouth fell open.
“I quite like the idea of you corrupting me.” You mumbled, your thumb swiping over his tip to collect the precum dropping there and you raised your finger to your mouth, licking at the pad as he watched you suck the beads of arousal from the pad, a hum on your lips before you were jerking him off once again, his hips thrusting up into your fist lightly. “You can be my destruction any day, Tommy. I want you to ruin me in all the best ways.”
A shiver ran along his body at the words you spoke, stuttered and broken moans leaving him and he reached out a shaky hand to take your grasp away from his length as a dark smirk took over his lips, and he gripped your flesh tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he rolled over you, pinning your wrist to the bed and grinding his cock down into your wet folds. “Angel, you don’t know the things I want to do to you..”
His voice held a warning tone, and he looked into your eyes carefully, checking you were sure about this as you leaned up to kiss him, his teeth catching on your bottom lip as you pulled back and he tugged it harshly, a whimper leaving you as he did. “Show me what you want, Tommy..”
After that night, Thomas had well and truly begun pushing his boundaries. His confession seemed to lift a weight off of his chest, and the way you had moaned and screamed out under him as he let himself start to grow wild had only encouraged him. It was like you had unlocked an entirely different side to his personality.
He liked to tease you, he liked to try it on and see how far you’d let him go, how much you’d let him push your buttons, mumbling dirty things in your ear or slide his hands along your body slowly when other people were around.
When Thomas had said he wanted to ruin your innocence, he had been right. It was almost like the thrill of the game. He liked to see how far up your thigh he could get his hand during dinner until you’d turn red and push him away. His record was being able to reach out his thumb to flick your clit through your panties. He loved it when he got the chance to grind his erection up into you, minor enough that you wouldn’t notice it in his pants until he was pressed flush up against you.
He’d take these opportunities to as you stood talking to one of your friends, and as innocently as he could, he would stand behind you, the full length of his body pressed against yours, hardening cock pressing into your ass as the hand around your waist held you close to him, his face buried in your neck as he gave you, from any on-lookers eyes, a loving hug from a caring boyfriend while you chatted. Little did anybody watching know that he was actually licking along your neck, humming into your skin to tease you as his fingers rubbed circles on your hips to wind you up.
Or, when he was dancing at bonfires. In the darker lights, he could grope you a little more, the idea that one of his friends might catch him with his hands on you only excited you both more. He would dry-hump you when you were dancing with your friends on a dark night at the bonfire, a smirk on his lips as he turned you away from everyone, pretending to sway with you and mumble loving words, when instead, he was grinding his rock hard cock right into your clit, his hands sliding up to pinch at your nipples through your top when nobody was looking and whispering the most obscene things he could think of in your ear.
His proudest achievement, and one he never let you live down, was the time he had spent the entire day teasing you, winding you up and getting you all frazzled until you had been on the verge for hours, but you hadn’t cum, no matter how much he had snuck you off to play with you, or how much he had teased you. Winking at you from across the way as he worked, licking his lips as he caught his eye. On this particularly hot summers day, Thomas had been working on fixing up new homes, the last few weeks had him spending his time on the rooftops, finishing roofing and placing new beams. He had taken a fond habit of stripping off his shirt as he worked, knowing how dry your mouth would get at the sight, as all the moisture in your body seemed to pool elsewhere.
That day, he had come over to the dinner table to find you flushed and tightlipped, his shirt still tucked into his belt as he sauntered along, toned chest and biceps flexed just enough for your attention as he sat down and you muffled your moan by shoving a mouthful of food into his mouth. He had leaned over, a hand clasped on the middle of your thigh, thumb rubbing circles into the flesh as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, before dragging his lips up to brush the shell of your ear. He had mumbled some of the filthiest things you had ever heard or imagined in your ear, your eyes closing to cover how the rolled back in your head at the way his voice lowered as he spoke the words for only you to hear, your fingers gripping the fork and you’d buried your head in his shoulder, shaking slightly in his grasp.
For a second, he worried he’d gone too far, that you were crying or shaking with rage, but when he listened to your whimpers into his skin, and the way your thighs had clamped together with his fingers sealed between, he’d realised, and the smirk he’s boasted didn’t disappear for an entire month. You had cum for him.
Sitting right there, in front of all of your friends at the dinner table, you had secretly cum just from the promises Thomas had given you about ways he was going to please you, the ways he was going to fuck you, and he’d managed to throw you over the edge with just the deep tone of his voice and the rampaging filth of his darkest imagination.
He had barely let it go, and as his ego slowly sank back down, you had formed your own plan. You liked Thomas’ teasing, fuck, did you love when he pushed his boundaries. You weren’t letting him have all the fun though. You had both been busy lately, a lot more trips had been going on, the community building rapidly as more and more people joined them, spreading out into the island and it had been almost a month since you’d last had any time with Thomas to let him treat you right. His teasing had taken a huge dip because you weren’t going to have any release, but when your man just looks that good every day without trying, it’s hard to contain yourself.
And so, you were going to make sure you had time.
You had it all planned. You had casually brought his favourite sundress of yours over. A black material that was shorter than your others, and swished around your thighs, low cut in the front and rather revealing, and he loved it.
Rolling over, you peeked out of his window as you peered at the man before you. The camp was just getting busy enough, and normally, he would be up by now, but he was sleeping in a little later than normal, and that’s how you knew today was the perfect day for your little plot. He would just about make it to work on time, but he certainly wouldn't have any time for anything fun.
With a grin, you sat up as carefully as you could, peeling the shirt of his that you slept in and throwing it away across the room. You had made a note the night before to put on your cutest underwear before you went to bed, and you knew how wild the blue material drove him. Again, it was his favourite set. Settling back into the bed happily, you groaned falsely as though you were just waking up, pressing your side into your snoozing boyfriend as he huffed, cracking his eyes open at the light in the room disturbed him now he was semi-lucid.
With a rumbling moan, he sighed, easing himself into the morning as he twisted his head to press his lips to your forehead delicately. “Mornin’, angel.” He smiled happily, nuzzling his nose against your temple as his hand came up to sit on your waist his hand meeting bare skin and he smoothed his hand up and down your side, stilling when the tip of his thumb brushed against the underside of your breast. His eyes snapped open now, and you acted as casually as you could, keeping your eyes shut as you felt his hand leave you and the covers around you both lift up, cool air sweeping in and hardening your nipples. A moan tore from him, deep and raspy like his morning voice as he spoke; “You’re naked. Why are you naked?”
You opened your eyes as if surprised, and he threw back the covers to appreciate you entirely from where you were pressed up against his side. “No, I’m not! I got hot during the night, so I took off a layer.” You pouted, rolling onto your stomach and he cursed as your perky butt, perfectly accentuated by the thigh trimmings along your skin came into his view, and you arched your back slightly, pushing your ass into the air and wiggling it for him. “Besides, I still have my underwear on.”
“Not for long you don’t.” His words were growled out through gritted teeth as he shifted, lifting you up until you were straddling him, his morning semi beginning to press into your core and a giggle left you at his actions. His hips bucked up into yours, his hands propping behind his head cockily as he tried to give you the effort, lazily lying beneath you and you placed a hand flat on his chest, the other cupping his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him.
It was slow, and messy. A loud sound of soft moaning as tongue and lips worked together, a wet mess of saliva, love and lazy morning energy, and you could feel Thomas twitching in his boxers. With a sigh, you pulled back, being sure to ‘accidentally’ put a little too much weight on his crotch as you did and a grunt left him as you rocked back into place. “Wish we could, baby, but we woke up late, and we have work to do.” His hands shot out to grip at your hips as you moved, but he was slightly too slow, and he whined longingly as you stood up, back to him as you stretched.
Happy whimpers left you as you did, and you heard him curse behind you. Turning around, you watched him, his hands dipping into his boxers to stroke at his cock as he watched you move about his little cabin, grabbing the matching bra to the set and pulling it on, adjusting your tits in the fabric and posing for him, a smirk on his lips as you did. “My favourites, are you treating me?”
You beamed, sauntering towards him as you leaned down, your fingers skating along his arms and into his pants to close over his hand, stilling his movements on getting himself off as you brush your lips against his teasingly. “I’ll treat you later, if you like. I’ll even let you do that thing you like.” His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, his hand inching back toward his confined cock as he thought about and you shook your head, pulling him up from the bed. “You have to work.”
He pressed a brief kiss to you as he grumbled, moving away across the room to pull on some jeans and a top, and you swiped your dress, pulling it over your head before swiping your hairbrush to run it through your knotty tendrils. He had straightened out his bed covers by the time he had turned to you, and he was fiddling with the buckle on his belt. Taking a step forward, you took the buckle in your own hands, doing the notches up swiftly for him and you audible heard him gulp as his hands came to rest on your hips. “Wait, you’re wearing a bra, with that dress?”
You were internally smirking at his reaction. Your bra only made your tits look even fuller and perkier, and in a lower cut dress, you knew what you were doing to him, so you feigned fear and worry, knowing that your innocence and shyness was his weakness. “Do I not look good?” You even trembled your jaw slightly for effect, and he was flustered, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he tried to tame himself, tearing his eyes from the plump rise of your chest that was exposed to him as he looked down the front of your dress.
“No, sweetheart, you look gorgeous, I swear. You just usually don’t wear a bra with that one, I was surprised. You’re so beautiful. You look lovely. The prettiest girl in paradise.” You almost felt bad for teasing him as he sweet-talked you, and you smiled at him happily, enjoying the few seconds that you could in his arms. “I can’t wait to see you later, I miss you already.” His words were mumbled, and he dipped his head for a sweet kiss from you before he left, an ‘I love you’ thrown over his shoulder as he dashed away to his building projects.
The second he was gone, you grinned, dropping your panties to the floor and kicking them away across the room. They were not part of today’s plan.
You had situated yourself not far from him, ensuring you were within his gaze as you taught the group of kids around you how to build baskets, your eyes finding his every so often as he looked down at you fondly. It had started lovingly, and them, you’d been ready to kick it up a notch. Once you were sure he’d seen you, confirming it by giving you a little wave from his perch on the exposed upstairs of a half-completed house, the patch-work stonework around the bottom looking perfect, the stones making their way up slowly as he worked on the upstairs.
Now, you began to bend over slightly more dramatically than usual as you helped each child that was sitting cross-legged as they worked on their skills. He could see from here, the way your breasts would almost spill from your top, and the way the material moved up and down your thighs, swaying in the light breeze that was doing nothing to quench the stifling heat. He had been forced to watch as you took the kids swimming at the end of the lesson, your dress and hair getting soaked at the children splashed you in the sea, and he’d almost fallen from the roof as the material clung to you.
You had distracted him enough, and even from your distance all the way down on the beach, you could see him shuffling awkwardly on the top floor. His hand regularly dipped into his jeans to readjust himself, and so you decided to give him a small break, by disappearing from his view while you let the sun dry you off. He didn’t see you again until he was being called to by some of the other boys, and he peeked down from the upper floor to see you grinning up at him innocently, a whine stuck in his throat as your hair was still wet and your dress still a little damp and clinging to you.
He had also noticed that other boys had noticed your appearance, a huff on his lips as he made his way down the ladder, jealously pulling you into a deep kiss in front of them all, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself as his body collided with yours. He trailed his tongue along the seam of your mouth, and he was surprised when you parted your lips for him, despite the presences around you, his tongue tangling with yours in your mouth. Just to see how far he could go, he moved to slip his hand around to palm at your ass, but you had to stop him by pulling back, knowing that if he did, he’d pick up on your lack of underwear, and you weren’t ready for that yet.
“I brought you lunch.” He gasped happily, planting a quick peck to your lips as he pulled away from you, watching as you wiggled the sandwich before his eyes and he lit up, taking it from your hands happily as he led you over to a stack of boxes. He collapsed back to sit on them, leaning back and taking a load off his feet.
“Lap or box?” He questioned, spreading his legs slightly, he motioned to his legs as a seat for you, and you sat across them happily, one of his arms wrapping around your back to hold you steady as he placed his sandwich on your lap, choosing to take a moment to press kisses along your exposed shoulders, nuzzling contentedly at your skin. “I love you.”
Your lips pulled up in a smile, the man being extra clingy today, and you liked this side of him. Picking up his food, you unwrapped it for him, prompting him to eat as his stomach growled, and you laced your fingers into his hair. “I love you too.” Your fingers weaved through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp lightly and he grumbled through his food, shooting you a look to see if you knew what you were doing to him, to which you feigned unknowing as you batted your eyelashes at him, and he swallowed the mouthful, more like choking it down as he shifted you in his lap.
You could still feel his cock pressing into his jeans, his situation from this morning not having gone away, and you let him continue to eat in peace. Your thumb would catch any loose food on his lips, your thumb smoothing over the corners before licking your finger clean carefully, and each time it happened, or each time you ‘accidentally’ pulled his hair while playing with it his body would stiffen, and he would shift with you in his lap, trying to control himself.
“Did your.. Situation from this morning ever go down?” You teased, finally, and his eyes snapped to yours as his face heated a little, and he finished his food, your finger coming down to trace the outline of his cock through his pants and his eyes widened, looking around at the other boys walking about around you. “Don’t worry, they can’t see us. Come with me?”
Before he had a chance to reply, you had hopped down from sitting on him, your fingers held out to him as he joined them with his own, confusedly letting you pull him along. You tucked him away around the side of the building, light still cascading over the two of you as you pushed him up against the wall, your hands flat on his chest as you kissed your way up his neck, and a moan fell from his lips as he came to grip at your waist tightly.
He spun the two of you around, a dangerous glint in his eye as he cocked his head at you, telling you he was most definitely in charge here as his mouth slanted across yours. His tongue was quick to push into your mouth as he dominated over you, his grip getting rougher, and your fingers came to fiddle with his belt buckle, his lips detaching from yours with a pop as he watched you undo the catch, and push the button on his jeans loose.
Sinking to your knees, you tugged at the material of his jeans, his hands coming out to brace himself on the wall as he looked down at you. “Holy shit, are you seriously gonna’..” You were quick to yank down his boxers too, and he looked around quickly, the two of you barely concealed but definitely still out in the open and his cock bobbed up to point straight at you, angry and strained as his frustration had spent half a day building, and you licked along his underside, gathering the beads of salty arousal as he tensed, your nails scraping at his thighs as you simply licked around his head, never taking him between your lips.
His eyes stayed fixed on yours, hardening further and further each time you didn’t take him between your lips and he brought a hand down to lace into your hair roughly, pulling your hair back from him as he looked down at you. “If you don’t suck me soon, I’ll fuck that pretty little mouth until you’re choking on my cock. Don’t tease, angel, that’s my game. You think you can beat me at my game?”
You whimpered in his grasp, and darkness flittered over his features, pure lust and arousal as he smirked down at you, the shadows of his bowed head spreading over his face and highlighting his prominent features only turning you on more. Somehow, even when you had conducted a carefully executed plan, he still managed to have you in the palm of his hand, and his grip on your hair tightened, your eyes rolling back at the pleasurable sting on your scalp.
“Open your pretty mouth, sweetheart, let me slip my cock inside.” You dropped your jaw as he asked, and he beamed, slipping himself into your mouth until he was tapping at the back of your throat, your lips sealing around him and cheeks hollowing as you began to bob along his length. His eyes slid closed as his head stayed dropped forwards, his mouth hanging slack as he grunted and groaned your name.
The sounds he made only spurred you on, and you eagerly pushed yourself further, lapping and sucking in tandem as one of your hands came up to pump at the base of his cock, everything you couldn’t fit as you focused your efforts on the head of his cock, being rewarded with a loud moan that he muffled by biting down on his fist. Your other hand came up to cup his balls, rolling and squeezing them softly in your hand as they tightened, his body hurtling towards his climax.
“Shit, angel, just like that. You’re s’ good with ya’ pretty little mouth. Treat my cock s’ good.” His words slurred together as the release that had been building for half a day began to creep up on him, and you dragged the tip of your tongue along the throbbing vein on his underside, dragging the flat of your tongue over his slit and he cried out your name at the sensitivity of it all, your grasp jerking him rhythmically and rapidly as he tugged your hair back.
Forcing his stiff member into your mouth, cum splattered against your cheeks and tongue and you squealed in joy at the sensation, lapping at his arousal and milking it for as long as you could as you swallowed everything he had to give you until he slipped himself from your wet seal around him, grinning hazily as he held a hand out for you, pulling you to your feet as you tugged his pants back up his legs. Tucking him carefully back into his pants, you fastened up the buttons on his jeans, doing up his belt as he puckered his lips for a kiss, not caring about the taste of himself on your lips as you pecked his softly.
“What was that for?”
“I felt like sucking your cock.” You teased, the sound of the dirty words leaving you had him groaning and you giggled at how quickly he was already getting turned on again. Leaning in, you looped your arms around his neck, his own circling your waist to pull you flush up against him as you kissed your way along his jaw to his ear. “I like how you feel in my mouth. Fucking it ‘til I’m gagging and choking on your cum as you watch me swallow it all, because I’m a good girl like that.”
You pulled back, his eyes wide. He had never heard you talk so dirty, and he wasn’t too sure what to do with himself. You pushed away slightly, your lips pressing to his cheek, the touch prolonged as you lingered and he leaned into your touch just as you pulled away. Scraping your nails down his covered torso, you bit your lip, winking at him and pulling back entirely.
“See you at dinner!” For the second time that day, you had slipped away from him before he could grab you and pin you to the nearest surface to have his way with you, and you heard his loud growl as you skipped away gleefully, heading down into the camp to fill the rest of your day as you waited for the excitement of the night.
You had made a careful and conscious effort to ensure that no matter what, you would be out of Thomas’ sight for the rest of the day, just to torture him a little more. You could see him, and you saw him looking around for your constantly as you buzzed around and busied yourself, but he never saw you, and you had a wicked smirk on your own lips by the time dinner had rolled around.
You had already taken a seat at the table beside your friends, ensuring Thomas had a seat beside you as your friends sat on all the other sides of the table. He seemed tense as he made his way over, a stormy expression on his face as he took a seat beside you stiffly, but he still placed a delicate kiss to your cheeks and mumbled a greeting, the love shining through despite that fact you’d spent the afternoon prolonging his suffering.
He slipped his hand down to your thigh, hand settling just above your knee, fingertips massaging at the inner of your thigh and it was such a regular occurrence, it no longer fazed you, instead you kept on eating. He shovelled up some of the food on his fork, pushing it into his mouth and eating his meal happily as he tuned into the conversation around him. A good few minutes passed before you felt the rough skin of his palm glide considerably further up your thigh, touching up against the hem of your sundress, hand now wedged firmly between your clenched thighs. He squeezed roughly, a gasp falling from your lips at the bruising grip, and so to shock him, instead of keeping your thighs closed as you normally would, you parted them a little for him.
He flicked his head toward you just slightly, his brows raised in question as he licked over his lips cheekily, and you shrugged at him with a coy look of your own, scooping more food into your mouth and winking at him, before turning back to the table and playing innocent, as though Thomas wasn’t considering fingering you right here in front of everyone for revenge on your blowjob from before. He continued on, taking another mouthful of his meal and chewing before he slipped his fingers up to the apex of your thighs, aiming to cup your covered heat. When he met your dripping and bare folds, however, his fingers gliding through them with ease, he choked on the food in his mouth, coughing violently as all attention turned to him.
He turned to gape at you, eyes wide as you mocked your shock, rubbing his back carefully and patting between his shoulder blades as you looked at him. “You alright, mate?” He looked around the table, all eyes on his red face, from coughing and from shock as he nodded slowly, taking gulps of your cup of water to clear his throat.
“Food went down the wrong pipe. I’m fine.” He gave them a tight-lipped smile, and they eyed him warily before turning back and talking, and his eyes narrowed as he turned to look at you, pure fire burning in his iris’. “You’re not wearing underwear.” His words were growled out, both hands gripping your wrists as he tugged you forward, his teeth bared as he let out a low groan and dragged the tip of his nose along your jaw as you giggled.
“Whoops, guess I must’ve forgotten.”
He immediately pulled back to look at you, gaze only darkening further and he licked at his lips as a sinister smirk took over his features. You were wearing them when I left, angel.” He took a minute to look at you, looking around as he stood to his feet, pulling you with him as you stumbled to your feet, and he placed his hands on your waist, a firm grip to guide you. “I think you’re finished with dinner. My bed, I want you laid out, bare and exposed on my bed or else I’m ripping whatever clothes are left on you straight off. Spread your legs for me but don’t touch yourself. Do you understand?”
You nodded, words not coming to you as you listened to the words he whispered into your ears and he landed a slap on your ass, uncaring of who saw it as you scurried off to his cabin while he disposed of your plates.
You had barely made it to the hut when you glanced back over your shoulder, watching as Thomas stalked up the path to follow you and you squeaked, your dress sliding to the floor and your bra following as you stripped yourself down, shoes and all, the garments barely reaching the floor before he was closing the makeshift-door behind himself, kicking a box into the way to hold it shut. He clicked his tongue, tilting his head at you and shaking it. With hands on your upper arms, he threw you down onto the mattress, looking over you critically as you bounced among the sheets, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the pressure building there.
“You’ve been so naughty today. I think you need a little punishment.” Your body flooded with heat at the idea, and you didn’t try to conceal or muffle the moan you let out, your eyes squeezing shut at the mere thought. He tugged his belt from his hips, running the leather between his fingers. “Hands out for me, sweetheart.” You complied without hesitation, holding your wrists out to him and he wrapped the restraint around them tightly. Reaching a hand behind his head, he stripped his shirt off from his body, and your eyes scanned happily along the skin revealed to you, and he flexed and tensed his muscles for you. “You like what you see, baby? Like what you get to look at when I fuck you? Like to watch me as I watch you?”
You nodded happily, and he grinned, rolling up the material before wrapping it around your eyes, tying it behind the back of your head as he took your vision form you too. Whimpering, you could feel your juices dripping down the inside of your legs as you lost your senses, and he looked around the room, a satisfied noise leaving him as he dragged a material over your fingers as you sat before him, naked, bound and blindfolded as he teased you mercilessly.
“What are these? Huh? Tell me what they are.” Your fingertips twitched as you felt over the lacey design, your mouth dry and you tried to speak.
“Those are m-my panties.”
“They are the panties you were supposed to be wearing today.” He hummed, his forefinger and thumb coming up to grip your chin as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, licking his way between them in a sloppy and heated kiss. It was wet, it was needy and frantic and he had yu moaning into his mouth breathlessly just from the feel of him sucking the oxygen straight from your lungs with each mesh of tongues and teeth. “Tommy, please.. I need something! I’m aching for you, please!”
He was always weak to your begging, and he slipped his free hand down your front to trail his fingers through your parted thighs as he slickened up his fingers, slipping a single digit into you. “You yell red if it gets too much, okay?” For a second, his façade dropped momentarily as he pumped his finger in and out of you slowly, whining as he added a second finger to his torturous pace. “Use your words, sweetheart, tell me you understand.”
“I-I understand. Shout red if I’m overwhelmed.”
He was happy as you repeated the words to him, and he rewarded you by picking up the pace of his two fingers, letting them slip deeper into you. “Good girl, now open wide.” Doing as told, he pushed the material between your lips, and you cried out as your body flooded with heat once again, his nails scraping against your inner walls as he purposefully avoided the spot inside you that he knew you wanted him to touch. “You are being punished, you understand? You don’t get to beg, you don’t get to see, and you don’t get to touch.”
He scissored his fingers a little, holding your hips down as he lowered you back onto the bed, prohibiting you from rolling your hips into his hand for friction. With your arms bound and extended, you trembled under his gaze, your body sweeping with goosebumps as a shiver ran along your spine.
“I’m going to give you two punishments. You’re going to get spanked, until your pretty little ass his nice and marked up for me, and you’re not going to get to cum until I let you. If you take each punishment like the angel I know you can be, I’ll give you one of your senses back. Nod if you understand.” You dipped your head into the confirmation rapidly, moaning loudly through the panties in your mouth as he slipped a third finger into your weeping cunt.
He twisted his hand, the digits sliding in and out slickly, wet noises filling the room as he picked up his pace, jolting them quickly until he was slamming his fingers in and out of you, knuckles on his hand brushing against your clit with each thrust into you and stimulating the little bead with each fleeting touch it received.
You were clenching, your eyes rolling back as you tried to push down the coil in your stomach, and he cooed at you darkly, slowing his fingers inside you until they were no longer moving, simply stroking over your g-spot as you twitched in his grasp, your hips jumping up from the bed and your back arching. “Oh, do you want to cum? I feel you, so close.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your stomach before tearing his fingers from you, a cry leaving you as you fell back from reaching your high.
His hands found your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach as your cheek pressed into the mattress as you fumbled with your bound hands to hold yourself up. Your hips were pulled up into the air before him, legs parted and your core exposed and he dragged one deep lick along your sodden slit before blowing cold air over you and watching as you jumped at the coolness and stimulation, a chuckle escaping him. His hands smoothed over the skin of your ass, kneading the flesh in his hands and letting out noises of appreciation as he did. You rocked back into his hands and he held you still as he hummed, pinching at one of your ass cheeks as your squealed.
“Ten. Count them for me.”
You were momentarily confused, until a harsh and stinging slap came down on your ass, every place his hand had touched tingling in pain and pleasure and you let out a deep and throaty moan at the feeling. Thomas had slapped your ass before, but he had never spanked you, and your eyes were rolling back under the material of the blindfolds as he kept going. He distributed them evenly across each side, the skin stinging and raging with pure pleasure and you could feel your juices dripping down the insides of your legs as he left handprints into your skin, fingerprints and bruises that would be purple tomorrow and show off exactly the fun you had shared with your love. When he had finished, he dipped his head, placing a kiss to your lower back as he murmured to you;
“Look at you, such a good girl for me. I knew you could be.” His hands smoothed up your back, pulling you up until he was standing behind you, your head resting on his shoulder as you kneeled on the edge of the bed. His hands circled your waist, moving up the front of your body to take your tits in his hands, fingers tugging and rolling the pebbled buds of your nipples between them as he palmed lovingly at the mounds in his hands, caressing your skin as his mouth moved along your neck.
Your hair was sticking to your skin, a thin sheen of sweat covering you but he didn’t care, as he nipped and licked his way along your neck, sucking marks in that blossomed red and would have bloomed angry and purple in the morning, his teeth sinking into your flesh enough to tease but not draw blood as he worked his way to your jaw, and then to your ear. He nibbled on your earlobe, circling the shell as he continued to play with your chest in his hands, hot breath washing over every inch of your skin as he stood behind you.
“You get your first reward now. What do you want to lose first?” You spoke your words, muffled at the spit-soaked material between your lips and he tugged them out for you, chuckling into your skin as his chin rested on your shoulder. “What was that, angel?”
“The gag. I want everyone to know who’s making me feel this good. I want you to know, I want you to know how much I love every touch you leave on my body, every kiss you give me, every moan you take.” You were panting, your chest rising and falling quickly and his smile was pressed into your skin, his nose nuzzling at the space between your neck and your shoulder as he threw your soaked panties across the room.
“One more punishment, and then you’ll have learnt your lesson, yes?” You nodded speedily, humming to enhance your argument. “You shouldn’t tease, baby, that’s what I’m good at. You just have to be your innocent self. Why did you tease me, did you want my attention? Or did you just want to make me suffer, hm?”
His fingers left you entirely as you stayed there, hearing the rustling of clothes behind you as he stripped himself down, before his cock was between your legs, his length rubbing up and down through your folds as his hips rocked, the head nudging against your needy clit each time he did and you let out a pornographic moan at the feeling, clenching emptily around nothing as everything in you was still wound up tightly. “I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted attention it’s been busy lately, and I wanted you to touch me, take me, make me yours as you make me scream.”
He grunted, lining himself up with your entrance and snapping his hips up, his cock buried within you in seconds and a scream tore or you leaving your throat raw as he filled you and stretched you perfectly, the shock of his entrance buzzing through your body and frying every nerve you had as all that came to your mind was him. “All you had to do was ask, angel. You know I’d do anything for you, everything for you, give you all you wanted.”
He dragged his sentence out, fucking up into you to punctuate each pause and your head rolled back onto his shoulder. One of his hands left form groping at your tits to seal around your throat, applying just enough pressure to give you a dizzying rush as he began to pick up his pace.
It began with him rolling his hips up into you slowly, dragging out each thrust as he felt every inch of you drag against every inch of him, every ridge and dip, but soon he had grown impatient, and he was thrusting up into you rhythmically, grunting in your ear as he held your quivering form to his body in a solid grip. Your body was tense, moans and pleas falling freely from your lips as he fucked you.
“T-Tommy..” Your words came as a warning, and his other hand slithered down to pinch at the swollen clit nestles between your legs, your body spasming in his grasp.
“Don’t cum yet. Not until I tell you too.” He was pounding into you, your begging broken as your tone got higher and your eyes squeezed shut as you suppressed the heat flooding through your body from the actions taking place at your core.
He only continued to tease, rubbing your clit, kissing at your neck as your boobs bounced aggressively before you with his rough thrusting, every muscle in your body tensing as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of an earth-shattering climax.
“You gonna’ cum? You ready? Right there?” He questioned, his own voice laboured from the effort he was putting in and you cried out his name, confirming just how close you were to your peak as he kept you hovering on the edge of falling into the void. Just as you thought you may topple over the edge, no longer able to control it, he pulled out of you, your body falling forward and shaking from the overstimulation and lack of release as you cried out your frustrations into the sheets, face buried in them as you failed to hold yourself up on weak arms. “Not yet.”
You screamed out, not in frustration or anger, but in pure arousal, as everything in your body only seemed heightened by your lack of sense, and you felt the bed dip beside you, your body being turned over as careful kisses were trace dup your body, Thomas assessing how you were doing but you didn’t utter the colour, you smiled and puckered your lips for him, which he joyfully have into as he planted a passionate kiss to your mouth, his hands busily gripping at your skin and arranging you beneath him.
“You did so good, baby. So good for me. Look at you, twitching and shaking, so desperate to cum. You can cum next time, I promise. His touch grazed lightly over your wrists, and your cheeks, in a silent question, soon being voiced after he placed a peck to your swollen and red lips. “Which do you want to go?”
“I want to see you, Tommy.” He gave you what you begged him for, stripping away the top that was obscuring your vision as his messy head of hair came into view, cheeky golden eyes peering down at you and glinting with mischief and love, his skin flushed and lips were bitten and wet, much how you assumed you looked too.
“Ready to cum now, angel?” You clutched your hands to your chest as you whined, hips rolling up to meet his as he slipped back inside of you, his eyes locked on yours as his jaw hung open, your own doing the same as you let out all your sounds of joy at him filling you, and he set a fast and bruising rhythm. You could tell by the way his muscles were tensing, his brows furrowed and lines on his forehead he was just as close as you were, the two of you chasing your highs together.
He lifted a leg up onto his shoulder, allowing him to sink deeper into you and he ducked down, catching a nipple between his teeth as he bit down just enough to have you moaning out like a whore for him, before he was lapping away any stinging with his tongue as he sucked at the peak. He left wet trails along your skin as he repeated the action on your other side, and he moaned loudly, your name meeting your ears as the deep and raspy version of his voice that you had come to know was he pre-orgasm voice was making its appearance.
“Fuck, sweetheart. So good, so tight. Love being so deep in your wet little cunt. You were made for me, you’re so goddamn perfect. Shit!” He spewed his words out, his fingers sticking into his mouth for a split second before he was rubbing at the overstimulated nub that had swelled up from all the playing and your back arched, a scream leaving your lips so loudly you were sure birds left trees at the shock, as the most heavenly and mind-blowing orgasm crashed over you.
It dragged on, Thomas fucking you through it as wave after wave crashed down on you, the pleasure becoming too much as you spasmed in his hold, your eyes rolling back as your sounds became nonsensical babble as you chased out everything you could get until it was too much, your hand stretching out above your head to try and hold onto anything you could find. Thomas cried out, pulling out at the last moment and spattering cum across your tits and the bottom of your face in streams of his seed.
His own climax seemed just as powerful as yours as his own sounds of blissed-out pleasure filled the room for many seconds, his hand stroking over himself for a solid half a minute until he had to drop his cock form shaky hands as he had nothing left to give. Your body was still jerking and trembling on the bed as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to coarse through you and light you up like the night sky.
He dragged his fingers through some of the cum on your skin, holding it up to you as your tongue flicked out, moaning and kitten licking his essence from his fingers as he smirked before scooping a shirt from the floor and wiping you clean. He dropped down onto the bed beside you, holding you tightly in his arms as you tried or calm your body, his heart beating against his chest like it was trying to break free as he shushed you, a hand stroking over your hair as your bound hands were trapped between your chests.
“You good, angel?”
You lifted your head from his neck when your body was finally still, your eyes closed from tiredness, your body aching and sore in the most perfect way as you tingled with love and happiness, and you nodded, kissing at the edge of his jaw tentatively. “I’m so good.”
He was glad to hear it, pressing his lips to your temple as he lay you back, fingers moving to pull the belt form your wrists as he smoothed his thumbs over the red and raw skin, kissing delicately along it as you sighed out at his touch. “You’re so dirty. Who knew you could reach my level, and there I was worried you wouldn’t be able to handle it all those months ago. I have truly ruined you, haven’t I?”
Your hands cupped his cheeks as he kissed along your arms, trailing his mouth up to meet yours in a sensual and loving exchange. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Thomas.” Your words were whispered against his lips and he had to pull away from you as a smile broke out on his face, and he stood from the bed, shaking his head as you words rang out to him.
“I call you angel not just because you’re innocent and pure, but because you’re the answer to all my prayers. You’re a goddamn blessing. You have no idea how much you mean to me.” You watched as he moved around the room, tugging a fresh pair of boxers up his legs as he retrieved a pair of his boxers and t-shirts for you.
“I would hope I mean as much to you, as you mean to me.” Your words were mumbled out from tiredness but he heard them anyway, and he chuckled as he lifted your hips to drag the fresh clothes up to cover you. He pulled the shirt on over your head, fingers clearing the hair it dragged into the way of your face before he kissed your forehead.
“You mean everything to me. Absolutely everything.” He crawled into the bed beside you, his body screaming out for rest as the two of you positioned yourselves under the covers, popped up in the pillows. Your head was resting on his shoulder, One of his hands weaving through your hair delicately as the two of you just enjoyed one another’s company. “You know that little house I’ve been working on so much?”
“Yeah, the one with the cute little stone walls made of the big rocks from the beach.” You grinned, a fair few real houses had started to be constructed, mostly metal and bricks that had been salvaged on the recent rubble searching missions Vince and Jorge had been leading.
“Well, I designed that one. Came up with all the ideas.” You looked up at him in awe, his arms circling around you as he squeezed you tightly as you questioned him, clarifying what he was saying and he laughed at the shocked ‘really?’ that tumbled from you. “Yeah, that’s why I’m doing most of the work on it. I want it to be perfect.” He paused after that chewing on his bottom lip as he stared out ahead of himself, before looking back down at you, seemingly decided on his statement as you raised your eyebrows at him. “I was thinking about it for us. Together. A real home. What do you think?”
Your heart was bursting out of your chest as you tried to contain the pure love and excitement bursting out of you as you pulled his lips down to yours enthusiastically, mumbling how much you would love that into his lips as he tried to bite back his own grin to be able to kiss you. When he pulled away, he waggled his eyebrows at you, a devious look shining on his features.
“We’ll have our own space, private and cosy that we own together.” He dipped his head, lips brushing yours teasingly before he pulled away and winked. “Imagine how loud you’ll be able to scream when we have real walls.” You scoffed, slapping at his bare shoulder as his loud laughter filled the room.
“You are despicable.” You muttered, but you kissed him again anyway, never growing tired of the way his lips felt against yours, or the way you felt when you were in his arms.
“You love me, though.” You rolled your eyes fondly, sighing out as he wiggled you both down to lay beneath the covers as yawns and exhaustion crept up on you both.
“Yeah. I really do.”
This Feeling - Thomas
//Requested by rycbar-221b: heyyy! can i request a thomas (tmr) x reader fluff, where tommy and r were in love before the maze, and they meet again in the scorch and reader has a bunch of scars? so tommy asks what they were for and r reveals that jensen (aka ratface) tortured her after tommy’s betrayal bc they were in love, and lots of fluff anf angst and kisses plz thankyou//
//Tags: @rycbar-221b @writingsbychlo (bc i’ve decided to tag you in anything tommy that i post) // Warnings: Angst, brief language, alludes to violence, mentions and slight description of scars. Also, I did not edit this so please be nice//
Pairing: Thomas x Reader
Word Count: 2,800
Summary: She remembers, he doesn’t. When her story is too familiar to ignore, it’s hard for Thomas to place “This Feeling”. But something is different now. She’s different now.
He slammed his fist against the table, causing you to flinch. You clenched your fists, leaning your head against them for a moment before sitting tall and stretching your fingers. You stared down Janson, refusing to break first. You folded your hands neatly on the table, tilting your head slightly with a sly smirk climbing to your face.
“Did you really think I’d tell you anything?” You laughed. “What makes you think I knew anything about this?”
“You and Thomas were extremely close…” Janson said tensely. He quickly rubbed his mouth in frustration, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “If you have nothing to say, maybe we need to jog your memory.”
“Do what you want.” You shrugged defiantly. “I don’t know anything.”
“We’ll see about that.” He said with finality.
As he stood, two guards came in and hauled you from your seat. They led you down hallway after hallway, down three sets of stairs to a level of the Compound you didn’t know existed. You were pushed into a dark room, pushed so suddenly you fell to your knees. A clattering came from beside you, and looking over you saw a long spear had been thrown at you.
The ground was slick with a thick substance, too thick to be water. Your feet slid as you stood. There was a faint blinking red light coming from the other side, the creek of a door opening. Suddenly, the room was full of a squelching sound mixed with the scrape of metal against concrete. There were screams, hollow monstrous noises that echoed. Quickly, you grabbed the spear and gripped it tightly. You weren’t prepared for what happened next.
“Y/N?” Harriet asked, shaking you gently. You jumped slightly, your head snapping up to see your friend. “You alright?”
“Yeah.” You nodded carefully, running your hand through your hair. “All good.”
“Found something you might wanna see.” She smiled mischievously as she led you out the building you and the rest of your friends had been camped out in. Most of your group stayed behind, feeling safe at WICKED’s compound. You saw through WICKED the moment you saw Janson.
You managed to break yourself out along with Harriet, Sonya, Aris, and a few others. Your group was small, which made it easier to hide. You found a building that was seemingly halted mid-construction, the tarps providing easy cover for you.
You came face to face with a group of about ten boys. Some were familiar, you had seen them at the Compound before you escaped with your friends. You scanned their faces, trying to remember names.
“WICKED?” You questioned simply.
“Group A.” Harriet replied with lifted brows.
“Ah.” You nodded, stepping closer to examine the boys. “Group A, huh? You don’t seem like a first group.”
“First the worst, second the best, maybe?” Harriet offered from behind you.
You laughed slightly before getting their attention.
“So which one of you are in charge?” You asked, nodding towards them. They looked between each other, seemingly having no chain of command. You stared with raised brows, waiting for an answer. “Do you speak English or…”
“Yeah, yeah sorry.” The brunette in front laughed nervously. You felt your heart slamming in your chest when he spoke. “I guess I’m in charge.”
“Alright.” You swallowed hard. “You got a name?”
“Thomas.”
“Thomas?” You questioned. “Do you, by any chance, remember anything before the Maze?”
You knew it wasn’t the question to ask right off the bat. Once it left your mouth, you instantly regretted it. But you had to know if there was a chance that he knew, a chance that your connection was strong enough.
“Things are coming back slowly but no, not really.” He studied your face as you stared at him. He watched your eyes shift from curiosity to disappointment. He could tell you were hoping to hear something else but he didn’t know what you were looking for. “Do you?”
“We’ll get to that later.” You waved a hand dismissively. “You boys can head inside. There’s not many of us but you’re more than welcome to stay.”
“Thanks.” Thomas offered a small but honest smile.
As the boys filed in, Harriet pulled you to the side.
“That’s him, isn’t it?” She asked anxiously. “The one that you told us about?”
“Yeah, that’s him.” You shrugged. “Once he looked at me, I- I felt something, something I haven’t felt since I lost him… But it’s pointless if he doesn’t remember.”
“He will.” She comforted you. “Just give him a little time.”
“You’ve looked better, Y/N.” Janson said smugly from the other side of the table.
You glared at him, not offering any words. You felt your blood boiling in your veins, your muscles itching to act. Your jaw was tightly clenched, enough to give you a small headache. Your breathing was heavy, your anger hard to contain. But you bit back your cruel words.
“I have to say I am a bit surprised you made it.” Janson continued when you refused to speak. “Any recollection of why Thomas released classified files?”
“We all got expectations…” You said carefully. “Sometimes they go wrong. I have no information for you, Rat Man. Same as two days ago.”
“Hmm.” He sucked his teeth obnoxiously. “Fine. Let’s see how well you do in a second round.”
You stood suddenly, leaning onto the table. Your palms were flat against the cool metal, arms locked as you faced Janson. “If you really think whatever monster you have cooking down there will kill me, you’re gonna have to do better than that slime ball with the metal legs.”
“We can do much better, Y/N.” He threatened.
“You think that a scar on my face is going to break me?” You laughed slightly. A result from your fight was a long gash from your hairline to your chin, cutting through your left eyebrow and skipping over your eye. It picked up on your cheekbone and was a straight shot down. Every word from your mouth felt like it was reopening the fresh would, but you had a point to make. “In the end, it’s my decision. So it’s my fault when it ends.”
You woke that night in a cold sweat. Your hands were shaking, old scars pulsing. You let out a sigh, throwing your arm over your eyes. Sleep was harder to find, especially in the Scorch. It never felt safe, but you knew your friends were doing better than you. You were more concerned about them than yourself, so you kept your struggles to yourself.
You headed for the open space at the other side of the room. You didn’t know if it was supposed to be a window, or if it was just broken down when the world collapsed. You didn’t necessarily care either.
When you got there, one of the boys was already sitting near it. You sat opposite of him, offering a small smile in greeting.
“Need some company?” You said, leaning on the wall beside the opening.
He chuckled slightly. “Couldn’t sleep either?”
“I don’t know the last time I slept through the night, honestly.” You shrugged. “Different nightmare every night, always comes back to the same thing.”
“Need to talk about it?” He offered gently.
“You actually wanna listen?”
“I’d like to know your name first but yeah, I’ll listen.”
“Before the Mazes, there was this boy…” You started carefully. You decided to leave out the part about the boy being Thomas simply for the fact that he didn’t seem to recognize you. “He did something crazy that WICKED didn’t like, so they sent him off. They took their anger out on me and it kinda haunts me. I guess...”
“How bad was it?”
Thomas realized then who you were. He didn’t know if it was your story or your voice that triggered it for him, but something about you felt right. You were Y/N, the motivation for him to leave the Maze. The appeal of running into the Scorch. The deep, empty feeling in his chest when he was in the Maze. You were the name on the tip of his tongue, begging to be said out loud. You were the memory that danced on the edge of his mind, waiting for him to reach out and reclaim. And now you were sitting in front of him, admitting all your pain. Pain he put you through.
“Pretty bad.” You nodded slowly. “It was enough for WICKED to keep me in the Compound instead of sending me in.”
“You never went into a Maze?”
“Nah.” You shook your head. “Never had my memory wiped either. I remember everything about life before this.”
“That’s heavy.” He said sadly. “Is that how you got-” He gestured to his own face, mimicking the deep scar on your own. “That was probably not the right thing to say, sorry.”
“All your boys are curious, aren’t they?” You chuckled.
“Some more than others.”
“I’ll tell you a story before it tells itself.” You scooted closer to him, letting the moonlight illuminate your features. Thomas had forgotten how beautiful you were, and the hazy figure in his dreams didn’t do you justice. “WICKED needed someone to test their monsters. What did you guys call the creatures in the Maze?”
“Grievers.” Thomas said quietly. He was still trying to process the scars on your body, the permanent reminder of what WICKED did to you.
“I called them Skitters.” You continued. “Anyways, WICKED wanted them to be potentially deadly without being murderous, I guess. I never really understood why they needed them. But I guess they needed them to be able to fight and not just attack. Especially when you started to figure out the Maze.”
“You fought Grievers?” He asked in awe. “And you survived?”
“WICKED couldn’t let their favorite test dummy die so easily.” You laughed bleakly. When you saw the concerned expression Thomas wore, you had to quickly redirect the conversation. “So, Thomas. What was it like in your Maze?”
“Y/N, I- I’m sorry.” He said honestly, his eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head.
“Thomas?” You said to get his attention. He looked up quickly, apologetic eyes finding yours. “I never told you my name.”
“Yeah, you did.” He countered. “You said it…” He tried to remember, but he then realized you never did tell him. “Huh, guess not.” He smiled nervously.
“You know me, don’t you?” You pressed, inching forward.
“If I had known they were going to do that to you, I-”
“You couldn’t have.” You shook your head, planting yourself by his feet. “I didn’t even know they were going to do that. Once they shipped you off, they sent me into that fight within an hour. They told me think with my head, not that thing in my chest. They just wanted me to sell you out, to tell them the extent of what you did.”
“I don’t know what I did.”
“Nothing WICKED didn’t deserve.” You shrugged. “T, listen.”
“T?”
“Thomas.” You corrected yourself. “Everything that happened after you left- this -” You gestured to your face. “-had nothing to do with you. This was WICKED getting back at me because I cared about you. And if they couldn’t punish you, they’d punish me.”
“My point, Y/N, is that they never should’ve put hands on you.”
“Technically, they didn’t.” You said with a devilish smirk as an idea came to you. “But you can.”
Thomas chuckled, placing hands on your hips so he could pull you closer. You swung your leg over his lap, moving to straddle him. Your hands slid up his chest slowly before finding their way into his hair. Thomas closed his eyes and hummed in delight at your gentle, purposeful touch.
He didn’t even realize what he was missing without you. He didn’t realize how relaxing your touch was, how sweet your voice was. He had forgotten how truly beautiful you were, from every angle. Thomas was quick to decide his favorite angle was when you were on top of him.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours gently. You smiled against his lips, loving the contact you missed from him. His grip on your hips tightened slightly as he pulled you against him. Your fingers tugged gently on his hair, drawing a small groan from him. You chuckled slightly as his hands found their way up your shirt.
Thomas quickly jumped away, pulling his hands back after his fingers ghosted the deep circular scar on the center of your stomach. You stared in confusion, your feelings slightly hurt that he would pull away so suddenly. When you saw where his eyes were focused, you understood why he pulled away the way he did.
“You feel bad for me, don’t you?” You realized, your voice flattening. “Hold on to your opinions and stand by what you said.”
You knew what they had done to you was terrible and you hated WICKED for it. But the one thing you hated more than WICKED was pity. When Group B arrived at the Compound, a couple weeks after Thomas entered his Maze, you were littered with cuts and bruises you couldn’t hide. You didn’t want to hide your injuries, because you weren’t ashamed of them. You always understood that they were purposeful, that you had fought and survived.
“I feel guilty, Y/N/N.” He sighed, casually using the nickname he had always used with you.
“Get up.” You said plainly, standing and heading outside. You heard the scuffling of Thomas following. You turned to face him once you were outside, pausing to admire him in the moonlight. “Why do you think I brought you out here?”
He shrugged slightly, his mouth open but failing to produce any sound.
“I brought you out here so you could actually see what happened to me.” You said simply. You pulled your shirt over your head, holding the fabric between tightly balled fists.
“Holy shit.” He sighed.
“Look at me, Thomas.” You said firmly when he tilted his eyes to the nightsky. “Look at me.”
“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He snapped, throwing his hands forward dramatically. “You don’t want me to apologize. You don’t want me to feel bad for you. What do you want from me?”
“I want you to look.” You stood firm until his eyes finally met yours. “I am covered in scars and bruises. You felt this one-” You pointed to your stomach. “-and you bailed. Why?”
“I wasn’t expecting it.” He tried to explain.
“I was stung.” You began explaining. “WICKED knew they had to up the ante with the serum, but they needed to see the effects before they could send it in. Once they cut my face and I didn’t give them any info, they wanted to break my mind.”
“Y/N, I-”
“No, this is the part where you listen.” You said firmly. “Alright? You don’t need to explain anything or try to come to terms with what happened to me. This is my story.”
“Then what is it about?” He cut in. “You just said that they did this to you because of what I did. But I don’t even know what I did! I don’t know how hurting you was supposed to be some sort of punishment for me!”
“This was a punishment for you, you moron.” You rolled your eyes.
“How does hurting you-”
“Because obviously seeing me like this hurts you!” You interjected. “God, Thomas, how are you so oblivious? WICKED didn’t do this because they wanted to leave me scarred and fucked up. I mean, they probably did, but the main point was that you’d eventually have to see me like this. You’d see it and blame yourself.”
Thomas stopped, pausing to digest your words. He realized that you were right. WICKED knew him better than he knew himself. WICKED knew Thomas would see your scars, feel your scars, and blame himself. WICKED wanted to hurt Thomas by guilt, by forcing him to look at the pain they caused you. He could tell that the scars didn’t bother you, not anymore at least. Maybe they did at some point, but that was long gone. Now, Thomas could tell that you saw your scars as a personal victory. WICKED wanted to break you, but they didn’t.
“Guess you won after all, huh?” Thomas offered a lopsided smirk, closing the distance between you. His hand landed on your hip and pulled you against him.
“You’re the one that I want.” You said calmly, any anger or annoyance you felt had melted when he flashed that smirk. “And if that’s really so wrong…”
“Then they don’t know what this feeling is like.”
Forgiveness is defined as a conscious, deliberate decision to release feelings of resentment or vengeance toward a person or group who has harmed you, regardless of whether they actually deserve your forgiveness. There is an important distinction, forgiveness does not mean forgetting, nor does it mean condoning or excusing offenses. The thing is… there are some things that are done that are beyond forgiveness.
Chapter One - Almost Perfect
Chapter Two - Sometimes realizations can hurt
Chapter Three - Discoveries
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daffodils | thomas
word count; 16,344
summary; thomas fucks up, and spends a long time paying for it.
notes; this is like 15k words of pure angst. go ahead and enjoy it, you angsty little heartbreakers.
warnings; references to death, PTSD, injuries and gore, references to cheating.
“And then they were kissing. Something exploded within his chest burning away the tension and confusion and fear. Burning away the hurt of seconds earlier. For a moment, it felt like nothing mattered anymore. Like nothing would ever matter again.”
His lips moved against hers, her hands holding the back of his head, fingers weaving through the soft chocolate locks the same way you would, and the scene brought bile to your throat. The loud sound of choppers in the air sounded around you and the two snapped apart, glancing back as relief filled their faces.
It took effort, but they hauled themselves to their feet, the members on board with you scrabbling into action as you reversed into the building. The moment the seal on the door broke, thick and heavy smoke began filtering into the craft, choking you all, and blurring your vision. Loud sounding of screams, the screeching of bending metal and the roaring of flames filling what had moments prior been quiet beeps and mumbles of ideas between friends, accompanied by Newt’s soft groaning in the corner.
The two neared, Thomas’ hand clutched around his middle as blood seeped from between his fingers, your throat tightening as you looked him over, from his torn clothes to his blood and dirt-stained skin, up to his face, and his gaze was already looking for yours.
You glanced away, honey eyes barely being given a chance to find yours for even a split second and you swallowed thickly, suppressing the urge to dry heave. Tears burned at your eyes, a mixture of smoke in the air and emotions filling you, but it didn’t stop you from walking to the edge of the platform lowering, Teresa’s shoulders under Thomas’ arm as she all but dragged him towards your craft.
Buildings were collapsing around you, blood leaking from the graze across your shoulder, clothes stained, skin burnt and finally, you were within sight of the end of it all. Minho’s hand lay out beside you, reaching as far as he could alongside Brenda, Thomas’s fingers barely brushing against them before the building jolted, dragging him away.
Your fingers scrunched in the material of Minho’s shirt, his eyes dragging to you, only to follow your gaze. The closest building, looming over the one you hovered beside was falling apart. Chunks of concrete and scaffolding falling to the ground, flames licking higher into the sky and it groaned loudly, the pressure of supporting itself becoming too much.
“Hurry!” The scream of the word fell from your lips before you could stop it, throat raw and sore from the sound, and another loud groan sounded, the building tipping ominously towards you all. Her fingers looped around his waist, throwing him with all her might onto the platform and you couldn’t help the breath of relief that left your lips as he landed on the metal roughly, a groan spilling from his lips and you hurried over, kneeling beside him to place pressure on the wound.
You let your head tilt up, hand reaching out to Teresa as she reached out to you, a forgiving smile on your lips as you nodded to her, her eyes tearing up as you finally gave her the forgiveness she deserved. She backed up, preparing herself for the run forwards to jump, when a loud whine cut through the air, the sound piercing, and the entirety of the building’s top half was tumbling towards the rooftop the girl stood on, your eyes widening as you followed it.
Turning back to her, you lunged forwards as her hand lowered, your body leaving the craft as you lurched in her direction. Your skin burnt as your hand plunged through flames, her hands now by her sides and a sad smile on her lips, tears finally spilling down your cheeks as you watched her cry. The moment seemed to be in slow motion, hands wrapping around your ankles as you fell over the side, holding you tightly in their grasp, your fingers extended towards your friend as the concrete around her began to fall away.
The tips of your fingers brushed against her wrist, trying to clamp around it as you hung onto her. Her hand twisted in your grip, and you desperately tried to hold onto her. Your other hand reach down, fractionally too late as you blinked away the burning of smoke in your vision, your eyes opening to the sight of the stonework beneath her feet crumbling, her body slipping into the flames as she fell.
A scream left your lips, your fingers catching on the loose string around her wrist, snapping away as she fell from your grasp into the abyss. You stared after her, eyes locked on hers as she smiled, her eyes telling you it was okay, but the aching in every inch of your body, the shattering in your heart, was telling you it wasn’t. Debris and rubble flew up from the mess, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Your world was shattering around you, your mind reeling and your body went limp, hanging over the edge.
Fingers clawed at your legs, nails scraping at your skin as they tried to pull you back inside, grasp loosening and the voices blurred into non-existence. Pain radiates along your body, the heat of the fire still singing your skin as metal and ash flew through the air around you, whipping and cutting at your skin. You pulled away from the building, your eyes locked onto the patch your friend had stood only seconds prior, now engulfed by flames and smoke, and it wasn’t until you lifted above the ash level, that your mind cleared.
The platform door below you was tilting up, and your body slid along the cold metal until you were sealed inside, your friends panicking as they rushed around you. Minho crouched beside Thomas, hands holding rapidly staining rags to the wound on his chest. Your fingers twitched, eyes glancing down to the small silver charm clasped in your palm, black string that frayed at each end where it had snapped hung from your grasp.
You gaped, unsure of what to say or do, and a pair of weak hands cupped your face, dragging your blurred and fading vision back up to meet hers. Brenda squatted before you, and you shoved aimlessly at her hands, pushing the people away from you as you choked up, salty tears burning at your eyes and you blinked it away, allowing the tears to finally roll down your cheeks.
You rolled forwards, a cry leaving your lips as pain seared along your body, jolting from your stomach and you became acutely aware of the aching, burning sensation at your core. Your fingers, shaking violently, left the floor, your other arm buckling under your weight as you tried to hold yourself up, trailed along yourself to your stomach. Your fingers wrapped around cold metal, protruding from your stomach as you followed it along, torn skin and sensitive flesh surrounding it, and you rose your fingers to your face, blood coating the digits and rolling down in a messy line down the back of your hand.
A large, warm hand found your shoulder, rolling you back as you gasped and spluttered, coughing to clear your throat of sobs, and you looked up. The face of a friend you had thought lost a lifetime ago filling your vision, and you smiled up at him, the world around you becoming hazy.
Hands pressed down roughly at your stomach, your back arching as a scream tore from your lips, your mind burning and it felt as though every nerve in your body was on fire. You grasped at the hand cupping your cheek, eyes finding his once again as you tried to ignore the churning feeling in your stomach, the metal shifting. Nimble fingers locked around it, a pile of rags at the ready and your head lolled to the side, catching sight of a pair of dark brown eyes, his gaze flickering between you and the honey eyed man beneath his hands.
His fingers, bloodied and dirty were stretched out in your direction but his head was lolled to the side, the sweet relief of unconsciousness having claimed him. Your hands forming fists by your sides as your eyes clamped shut, squeezed as tightly closed as they would go. The metal twisted, shifting against your skin and being torn from your body as the intruding object was removed. A coldness swept into the wound, the same coldness filling your body and washing a layer of calm over you.
Your frantic panting became laboured but slow breaths, and your mind spun. You could barely keep your eyes open at this point, barely feel the rough pressure on your abdomen that now felt more like a light pat, and the hand on your cheek seemed to slip away. Your gaze was in and out of focus, and your head tilted to the side, finding the floor beneath it, before being roughly dragged up to gaze into the green eyes of the boy leaning over you.
“Stay with me, shorty. Don’t you dare start letting go now. I didn’t just drag you back into this thing for nothing, you hear me? I just got you back, don’t you dare fucking go!” The words were shouted, and both his hands now held your face, and a soft smile curled at your lips.
Reaching your hand up, he tilted his cheek into it, blood smearing across pale white skin from your grasp but he raised his own hand, holding your cold and clammy palm to his face. “S’okay Gall. Doesn’t hurt no’more.” Your words were slurred and his eyes widened as you spoke, a content sigh leaving your lips that only worried him further. “M’so glad I got to see you again. O’more time. M’ missed you.” It was getting harder for you now, your throat filling with a hot, coppery substance, not that it was any mystery as to what it was. You wretched to the side, coughing to clear it as blood splattered across the floor, dribbling along your cheek and the taste of copper filled your mouth.
“It’s not one more time. There’s going to be plenty more times. Because you’re gonna’ hang on, do you hear me? HANG. ON!” You patted his cheek, the muscle now too much effort to hold up and you were too weak, letting it slip to land beside you with a loud thud, but no pain was felt, your body colder and weightless now.
“I think m’ tired o’ fighting now. I just want t’ rest. C’n hold t’ Teresa..-” your words were fading, blood once again filling your mouth as you coughed, desperately trying to drag air into your lungs but you felt like you were slipping, drowning, unable to take a breath. “Teresa. I f-failed her, can’t hold o’ now. M’ done fightin’. M’ done hurtin’..-” breath was no longer coming to you and your vision speckled, eyes rolling back as every last bit of tension left your body, the shouting and hollers around you fading into silence. “M’ ready t’ rest.. now.”
With that, your world was taken by silence, darkness enveloping your vision and the thoughts in your mind cleared, until nothing but empty blackness filled in.
It was with a painful jolt that Thomas awoke, hand coming to clutch at his chest as he panted for breath. The air he dragged into his lungs was raw and cool, a breeze sweeping through the room. It wasn’t the stifling heat he was used to from the scorch, but a comfortable heat, despite the night beginning to roll in.
Soft pinks and oranges decorate the room as the sun began to set, the light fading and he forced himself to sit up, his bare feet hitting the cool ground beneath, toes flexing as the dust and sand shifted across his skin. Clean skin, and fresh clothes, a feeling he knew he could get used to. There was nobody by his bedside when he woke up, a chair had been pulled up, another across the room, so clearly someone had been visiting him, but he had hoped to awake and find a hand clasped in his, your fingers in his hair or your body curled up with him, and yet, there was no sign of you anywhere within the room.
With a deep sigh, he forced himself onto his feet, taking slow steps on shaky legs towards the entrance. His hand clutched at his stomach, and his other swept the light cloth blocking the door out of the way, the sights of people buzzing around, wide smiles on their faces and chatting to one another. Nobody was in a rush, nobody was panicking. Some were just sitting down to watch the sunset, some were strolling on by, and as he stepped out, he received a few smiles, and the occasional wave. He heard his friend before he saw him, the laugh shaking through his body and Thomas’ jaw dropped, watching the dirty blonde head of hair appear over the pathway top, Minho at his side.
Their eyes connected, and their path deviated, moving towards the boy as he stood there in shock, hand clasped to his torso. Newt and Minho quickly made their way over, and Thomas all but collapsed into his friend’s arms, who released a breathy laugh and held onto him.
“Alright mate, alright. You’re choking the life outta’ me.” He joked, and Thomas pulled back, a scowl on his lips.
“You don’t get to make jokes like that. I think you’ve had enough near-death experiences for one lifetime. I think we all have.” His eyes lined with tears, and he quickly shifted to hug Minho, before his fingers danced up along his chest, playing absentmindedly with the patch on his chest, a scar forming beneath it.
“Don’t pick at it, mate. You’ll tear it open.” Newt sighed, snatching at his wrists and Thomas’ eyebrows furrowed, the urge to scratch at it overwhelming. “It’s not too bad, didn’t go too deep and has been healing nicely. Brenda’s been taking care of it, changing your bandages every coupla’ days, but you can take of that now.” The blonde rubbed a hand over his face, scratching at the back of his neck and his frown only deepened at his friend’s remarks.
“What? (Y/N)’s not been the one loo-” His words were cut off, as a shrill cry echoed along the beaches, the screams ringing loud and yet no one seemed to flinch. A few had pitiful looks on their faces, but nobody made too much of an effort, save for Minho and Newt, who were turning and jogging towards a hut further up the shore.
“Tommy, stay here!” The comment was thrown over the blond’s shoulder, and Thomas’ eyebrows furrowed, his lips parted slightly in shock at the absurd comment. “Seriously, Tommy, don’t come.”
The second scream wrenched at his heart, and confirmed his suspicions. He knew that scream, he’d heard it exactly three times in his life, and he hated the memory of every single one of them. The first time, had been as he held you in his arms, and you fought against him as you watched life slip from Gally’s eyes. He hadn’t been fond of the boy, but when he’d first arrived in the Glade all that time ago and been shoved to the ground by the taller boy, it was your hand on both their chests to calm them down, and to his great surprise, Gally had nothing but a small scowl to offer you, before turning his back to the maze with a scoff. He’d soon learned that the two of you were the closest of friends. How? He had no idea, but he’d watched you tear at his arm trying to reach your friend as he died, only to sob moments later while holding Chuck’s head in your lap.
The second time he had heard it, was when Minho was dragged away, unconscious as you cursed and screamed at the men, at WCKD, at anyone you could think of, tears streaming down your face. After that, you’d hardened, and he was proud of the woman you had become, fighting to get your friend back.
The final time he had heard that scream was the only truly clear memory he had of ever leaving that rooftop. The scream that had torn from you had ripped him from his fading consciousness long enough to watch your body all but dive from the craft, Gally’s hand wrapping around your ankle as Minho caught his wrist to hold him steady, and Thomas willed every inch of his body to up and drag you back inside, but the fatigue washing over him quickly rendered him out cold.
He knew it was you, and the sound was chilling, unrelenting as you yelled out, and he followed after his friends, quashing the dull and throbbing pain in his chest as he sprinted past them in that direction, ignoring their shouts behind him as he found the door. It was open, your whimpers and pleas ringing in his ears, making him snap into action jumping forwards and taking your face in his hands. His thumbs soothed over your cheeks, skin inflamed and red, but wet with tears and your eyes screwed shut.
He shushed you quietly, your desperate breathing evening out until red and puffy eyes fluttered open. They were calm, only for a second, before they narrowed at him, your body inching up the bed quickly as you shoved his hands from your face. Thomas’ eyebrows furrowed as he watched you, teeth bared and rage-filled gaze locked on him. “Get away from me!” The words were shouted, loudly, piercing his heart and he reached out for you again.
“Baby, I-”
“Get out! Get away from me! Get- Get out! I don’t want you here, get out!” You pushed yourself up against the wall in the corner of the bed, knees pulling up to your chest and your toes curled into the sheets. Your hands were in your hair, gripping and pulling as you struggled to breathe once again. Tears were streaming down your face, skin beginning to flush red as you gasped, trying to suck in a breath.
“A-Are you having a panic attack? Baby, please let me help!” He knelt on the edge of the bed, leaning towards you which only enhanced your state of fear, and he backed away quickly, hands raised up in the air as worry and pain struck at him. A hand on his shoulder pulled him back, Minho backing him away from you as Newt crawled up towards you on the bed. He expected the same reaction to be given, but instead, your hands reached out, latching into the shirt of the blond boy and allowing him to pull you close. Your nose tucked into his neck, his hands holding you tightly as one wove through your hair, shushing you soothingly as your crying died down until you were merely sniffling against his skin.
You shifted, your legs swinging across his lap as your heart rate calmed, your eyes closing as you fell back to sleep, a warm hand rubbing over your calf gently as the other ran along your back, his humming keeping you content as silence once again took over the room. Thomas was practically fuming, his hands shaking and Minho patted his chest lightly before making his way over to where you were, sitting on the edge of the bed and helping the blonde to ease you back down onto the mattress, tucking you in securely.
It wasn’t until they had left, the door shut that Thomas turned to Newt, eyes blazing with anger and he resisted the urge to lunge forward towards him. “What the fuck was that, Newt?”
“I told you not to come, and you ran up here without listening.” The Brit brushed him off, waving a hand in his direction and turning, beginning his walk away from the cabin.
“Tha- I mean- It’s (Y/N)!” He shouted, raising his arms above his head, wincing as he pulled at the wound on his chest slightly.
“Yeah, and she needed to calm down, not get angrier!” Newt shook his head, showing he was done with this conversation, hands shoved in his pockets as he stomped away quickly, deviating from the pathway and down onto the sands of the beach. He turned to Minho, hands still raised in the air as his runner friend sighed, pinching his nose.
“You really don’t get it, huh? I love you, man, but your little rooftop kiss was a shitty move.” Thomas’ eyebrows furrowed, and he fumbled for words, barely forming a ‘what?’ as Minho just shook his head. “You don’t remember? Right as we pulled up to save your ass, you had your tongue in Teresa’s mouth. How much do you remember?”
He thought on it, his heart sinking and stomach twisting as he remembered the moment, the haze on his mind clearing. She had nuzzled into the top of his head, the same way you always did, fingers scratching at his scalp to calm him, weaving through his matted hair like you used to when he’d find his way to your bed after a hard day. He was woozy, blood loss making him weak and all he could think about was the soft peace as he pushed it all away, leaning up for a kiss the same way he would with you. He cringed, visibly, hand clutching at his stomach as nausea fell over him in hurtling waves.
“Oh my God..” The words were a whisper and he choked on his breath, eyes flicking between Minho and the cabin in which you resided. “And she.. she saw that? She.. um..”
“Dude, she illustrated that whole thing. She was ready to jump out onto that roof to be with you and you were playing tonsil hockey with Teresa. She.. Teresa.. She didn’t make it.” Minho sighed, his eyes finding the ground. “(Y/N) had her hands on her wrist, she had a hold of her, but she didn’t. Her grip wasn’t tight enough before the floor fell through. She relives that moment every night, man. She blames herself for everything. You’re a big part of that pain, she hasn’t been able to see you since it happened.” The words winded him, like a punch to the gut and he let himself be led away, back to his own bed where Brenda soon brought him food.
The meal sat untouched for hours, Thomas pacing the room, wringing his hands together, tugging at his hair. He didn’t want to see anyone, he didn’t want to go to the bonfire and he didn’t want to eat. He wanted to hold you, he wanted to feel your lips on his and have your smile light up the room. The idea that he may never get any of those things again, and it was his fault, stabbed at him in ways he couldn't ignore.
He felt like his heart was breaking, as though someone had reached in, gangly fingers wrapping around the organ and squeezing at it. He’d rubbed his eyes more times than he could count, red-rimmed and puffy as he sniffed, barely keeping his tears at bay. His fingernails had been all but bitten off and his knuckles hurt from the intense grip he had, fists formed by his sides for hours on end. Quiet had long since fallen over Paradise, not that it felt much like a paradise to him without you by his side, fingers laced through his. It was torture, being so close to you but not being able to have you.
The warm summer breeze washing over the land had become cool and chilly, but it didn’t stop Thomas from wandering the length of his room, hand running through his hair for the thousandth time that night. He finally sat down, knees and feet aching from hours of pacing while deep in thought, before he finally decided to take a break. It was just as his back hit the mattress beneath him that your shout sounded loudly, and he shot up straight.
There was no more to follow, and for a second, he thought he’d imagined it, with all the thinking on the situation he’d been doing, all that plagued his mind being you. He was ready to brush it off, when a louder and sharper one rang out in the night air, and he was on his feet in seconds, tugging his shoes on and running from the room, more screams sounding and he caught sight of Newt hobbling up the pathway as fast as he could.
He fell into step beside his friend, a warning glare being shot his way by the blonde but he knew there was a pleading look on his own face, one that just spelled out how much he was begging to be there. The pair stopped in front of the little condo, screams raking the air and he was sure the door almost trembled as you did. He swung it open, the bindings of sticks and twigs bouncing off of the inner walls as his eyes honed in on your figure. You were writhing under the sheets, fabric twisting around your arms and legs as your fingers ripped at the sheets.
Your back was arched as you let out another scream, the sounds rattling his soul and Newt shot forwards, but Thomas couldn’t move, his feet refusing to carry him across the threshold and his hands braced himself on the sides of the door, instead, he just watched Newt do the job he should be doing. “Come on, love, wake up.” His hands were gripping your shoulders, shaking you, and you twisted at a terrible angle, arms tensing as your legs kicked and you squirmed. A weak cry sounded from you, one that shattered any last remnants of his heart as he watched you wake up, hands coming up to grip at Newt’s hand, the boy leaning over you and sighing in relief, gently kissing your forehead and brushing back the sweaty hair that was matted there.
“Newt.. I saw her again.” Tears still flowed down your face and you cried out, clutching at your abdomen and Newt’s gaze flicked down to it. He sat beside you, fingers pulling at the hem of your top. You held your middle tightly, shifting consistently in his grip. Newt held you as you wiggled, your lip clenched between your teeth, eyes still watering. Thomas was pushed aside as Gally entered the room, tugging a top on over his head as he struggled to get his arms through the holes in his tired state.
He reached out, a hand smoothing over your head as he leaned over, placing a kiss to your crown and shushing you. The boys moved, laying you back down in your bed as you moaned, putting pressure on your stomach once again and the boys looked between each other. Thomas hadn’t realised he was crying until Minho patted him on the back loosely, wind washing over his wet cheeks. “What’s wrong? Is it..?” You shook your head hastily, wiping at your cheeks and shuffling further under your covers.
“(Y/N)..” Gally eased in, tugging at the edge of the sheets but you held onto them tightly, tugging them further up your body.
“I’m fine. It’s fine. Totally okay.. you can all go, I am absolut- Gally!” You pouted as the boy pulled away the covers and Newt side beside you, lips pursed. Thomas was confused, he had no idea what was going on but the sickening feeling in his stomach told him he didn’t really want to know.
“Love, you need to let me take a look.” He murmured, and you weakly and hesitantly nodded, letting him pull up the edge of your top, and you bent to look at it, a cry falling from your lips as you did. White bandages were wrapped around your waist, blood seeping into them as he watched the fresh red stain expanding, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. He didn’t even know you were injured, but with blood pouring from you that quickly, he knew it was bad. The collective hiss that sounded among the other men only confirmed his doubts and he sighed, all eyes landing on him.
“What are y- why.. why are you here? Why is he here? Go away! Get out! I don’t want you here! Go away!” You lashed out at him, wound tearing awkwardly as more blood filled into the bandages and he flinched at your actions, swallowing on a dry throat and wiping his cheeks.
“Tommy, why don’t you go and get Brenda. We’re gonna’ need her.” You looked back to the Brit as he spoke, shaking your head frantically.
“No, no, Newt, wait.. No! It’s fine! It’s fine. Don’t get Brenda..-” Your gaze snapped to him and you shook your head, still his movements towards getting the girl. “Please, no, don’t get Brenda. It’s fine. I am fine!”
“No, you’re not!” The Brit picked at the sealing on your bandages and they fell away, blood dribbling down your skin from a cut that had torn open, and Thomas felt bile rise in his throat. Your skin was torn and red, purple in patches that were bruised and some yellow splotches splaying over the skin. Vessels that were trailing to the wound stood out prominently, deep and dark red blood filling the gaps. “You’ve burst your stitches, love, you need to let her restitch it.” You were crying, backing away, and Minho’s absence had gone unnoticed until he was pulling Thomas away from the door, Brenda rushing in with a box full of fresh rags and wire strings.
His back pressed to the cold wood, and he looked towards the doorway, light spilling out from inside into the night. “You don’t want to see this. Just.. go back. Go back and cover your ears and sleep. You thought looking at that hurt, this’ll kill ya’.” And with that he disappeared, covering his ears as your begs filled his senses.
His back hit the outer wall, and he slid to the grass below, trying to drown out the sounds. He wasn’t sure why, and he regretted it when he did, because when it went quiet he thought it might be okay to take a peek back in, but Gally was holding down your legs, your head resting in Newt’s lap as he held your arms down. Minho was gagging, holding your wound as tightly shut as he could, a rag clenched between your teeth as Brenda straddled your hips, treading a needle in her fingers, and you were still thrashing beneath them all, even with three people holding you down. He whipped his head away just in time, your screams filling his ears even as he covered them and he rocked on the ground, feet digging into the dirt beneath his feet as sobs wracked his body. His head hit against the wall behind him, and he did anything he could to distract himself. He wished he could leave, be anywhere but here, though his body seemed paralysed, weak, and he couldn't even get up.
It seemed like hours passed, but your screaming came to an abrupt halt, the silence washing over him was a sweet relief and he felt as though he could finally take a breath once again. The four eventually trickled from the room, candle blown out and exhausted looks on their faces. Brenda held the medical kit tightly in her arms, clutched to her chest, and Gally carried bloodied rags, and old bandages, arms hanging loosely by his side as he yawned. Minho was practically carrying Newt, who had bags under his eyes that shone brightly of how tired he was but not a single one complained, all just bid their farewells before making their ways in varying directions, sending him a pitying look before slinking away into the night.
Thomas’ heart swelled with pride at the idea that his friends would care so much, that they would look after you so well, even when he couldn't, but if there was one thing he was determined to do, it was care for you. Even if you wouldn’t let him near you for the rest of his life, he would spend every day protecting you from any harm that could come your way, he would be there for you, be what you needed, because Lord knows, he had to have you in his life some way or another, or he didn’t see a life worth living. With that thought on his mind, he finally let himself close his eyes, sleep washing over him as tension fled from his body, his head lulling back against the cold wood of your door.
Thomas had been sleeping outside of your room for a few weeks now, but his concern was only rising. He never saw you, not unless it was when one of the other boys was bursting in to calm you, and he still felt the ache in his chest every time he jolted awake to the sound of you screaming, yet entirely unable to do anything about it.
Admittedly, it had become less frequent. It seemed that your nightmares were calming, and becoming less common, but he still knew you had trouble sleeping, he would listen to you toss and turn silently in your bed for hours until exhaustion finally took him out. The hours were growing longer, the temperatures picking up as the greenery around them seemed to be getting brighter and fresher, undoubtedly moving towards the ‘summer’ season of the safe haven’s calendar.
The day was getting longer, it was warmer, brighter, and a happier environment as people seemed to really settle in, and realise there was no threat, and yet, Thomas had yet to see you. It wasn’t until he was munching away on his eggs and bacon that the thought really occurred to him, but not only had he not seen you, but he had no idea how you were surviving in there.
The topic of the conversation was currently on you, everybody commenting happily on how much better your night terrors had been, the bags under his friends’ eyes beginning to sink away as they go more and more sleep each night, no longer woken by your panicked cries and calls for help, and he was happy for them, but he couldn’t let go of the worry he held for you. “Why is she never around?”
The words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them and the cheery praise they had been giving you fell silent. Brenda sighed, shovelling food into her mouth to avoid answering as Newt pushed his food around his plate and keeping his gaze down, Minho excusing himself from the table and Gally simply ignoring him.
“It’s because of me, isn’t it?” He came to the conclusion himself and Newt shook his head, placing his cutlery down and linking his fingers together as he looked at his friend.
“It’s not you per se, mate, it’s just everything. It’s overwhelming. How can she face the challenge of a new day when she doesn’t even trust her own mind when she’s asleep? If she’s still reeling from a nightmare, how can she handle all this?” Newt shrugged, taking a large bite from his toast and smiling through the mouthful to his friend as Thomas thought it over.
“It’s a little bit you.” Gally added, and Thomas wanted to shoot him a glare, or scowl at him, but he knew it to be true. Gally could read you like an open book, after all, you had been the one to stop Gally from beating him to a pulp the first day in the glade. He wasn’t sure how, or why, but Gally had always considered you his closest friend, and simply for that reason, even in your absence, he restrained his wish to punch the blond in the mouth for his bluntness. “Give her time, she’ll come around. Maybe.”
Thomas could tell know that Gally was enjoying teasing him, only confirmed by the grin Gally gave him as he got up to leave the table, and Thomas turned to face Newt, who only shrugged in response. “She doesn’t come out much, she just needs her time. It’s only been two months, Thomas.” Brenda finally added her piece, and Newt hummed in agreement with her, before Frypan was calling him over, and he finished his food quickly before heading to the kitchen where the boy waited. “That’ll be her breakfast.”
“Her breakfast?” Thomas echoed, and Brenda’s brows raised as she looked at him.
“Yeah, like a meal that you eat in the morning, to start your day? Some say it’s the most imp-”
“I know what breakfast is, Brenda!” Thomas grumbled, the girl laughing at him as he watched Newt receive the tray, beginning his limp back towards them as she headed up the path towards where he knew you resided, and before he could be stopped, Thomas was on his feet and bolting towards his hobbling friend. “Let me take it!”
Newt cocked an eyebrow at him, before his face scrunched up and he shook his head. “No. No, I don’t think so, Tommy. I got this.”
“Please, Newt.” Thomas refused to move from the pathway, blocking his friends way as his own hands came out to clutch at the other side of the tray in argument. “I won’t bother her. I-I will just put the tray down and leave, I swear! Just let me do this..” The other boy’s hold on the tray relinquished with a sigh, and he rubbed a hand over his face as Thomas beamed at him.
Wordlessly, he spun on his heel, a slight pep in his step as made his way up the hill, the messily folded blankets and a stack of pillows sitting on the small patch of flattened grass he had been sleeping on for the recollectable months. Pink blossom decorated the trees around your little house, the secluded area was beautiful, and as the pastel-coloured petals scattered through the air on the breeze he couldn't help but think about how much you would love it if you would just come outside.
His knuckles rapped on the wooden door softly, and suddenly, the pure joy he had felt was now bubbling and nauseating anxiety as he heard you shuffle a bit behind the closed door. When it finally opened, he felt like the breath had been pulled from his lungs. Your hair was pulled back sloppily in a bun that had chunks falling loose, and bags hung under your eyes. A large shirt and sweatpants hung on your form, clothing that wouldn't irritate the wound you possessed but could easily be removed as not to strain yourself and he couldn't help but think about how pretty you looked, even now. Natural beauty was shining through, the twinkle in your eyes dulled by all the pain you had endured by not extinguished, and his heart cramped at the look that overtook your beautiful face as you realised it was him.
The door swung closed, and in a rushed bid to stop that, he pushed one of his hands in the way, a slight cry leaving him as his fingers almost got trapped between the door and the frame seal. You paused, not trapping his hands and he sighed in relief, crouching and placing the tray outside your door. “I have food! That’s it, I promise! I’ll leave, I just wanted to make sure you were eating!” He made sure to make an extra loud sound of walking away, and he threw a glance over his shoulder as he retreated, watching you open the door and take the food, smiling happily as you saw the smiley-face Frypan had made with the food.
He was happy to see you smile, even if it wasn’t with him, but he was happier to watch as you accepted the food he had brought you, because now he had a way. You would at least accept the trays of food he brought you, and if that was the first step on the road to recovery, he was more than willing to take it.
Gally had not been happy to hear about the fact that Thomas had been the one to deliver your meal to you this morning, and the next morning when he went to collect your breakfast, Frypan was reluctant to hand it over. He had quickly done so, however, upon seeing the pleading look in Thomas tear lined eyes. This time, once he was out of eyeshot of the rest of them, he had slipped the neatly folded note from his back pocket, placing it on the wood beside your cup of water before placing the tray on the ground, knocking and backing away.
He had watched carefully as he walked, as you picked up the tray, noticing the note he left you. You picked it up, clutching it carefully between two fingers and while you hadn’t opened it, you had placed it back on the tray and take the food with you inside before the door was closed on him once again.
And so, Thomas had written you a note each morning, some longer, some shorter, varying on topics. He would tell you about his dreams, or something funny that had happened during the previous day that he didn’t want you to miss out on, and if he couldn't think of anything, he simply wrote how much he missed you, or gave you a compliment.
He wasn’t sure if you were reading them, or keeping them, but he chose to have faith, he chose to believe that you were, and that while it was one-sided, he was finally communicating with you. He had happily commented on how it had been a whole week since you had screamed in your sleep, and that even if you were still having nightmares, you were controlling them better, and that you should be proud of yourself.
He was shocked, when walking up on his thirty-ninth day, his count rapidly adding up, he was just pulling your next note from his pocket when he glanced up, your door open as you leaned against it, your arms crossed and your eyes scanning the bloom trees gently, taking in the pretty sights around you. Your skin was slightly paler than he had expected, and you almost looked a little green, upon closer inspection. You were shining, a thin layer of clammy grease on your skin showing up and he was sweating with nerves himself as he finally approached.
He was completely caught off guard, the cup on the tray shaking a little as he trembled, and you stood up to meet him, but your eyes never met his, simply staring off at the scenery over his shoulder, and his cheeks tinted red. “You’ve been sleeping out here.” Your voice was hoarse and dry, scratchy from lack of use and you cleared it, a little colour rising back to your cheeks in the shade of red from your embarrassment, and more heat only flushed his features, reaching the tips of his ears.
“Uh.. yeah! I.. um-” You held your hands out for the tray, cutting him off as you took it and you turned your back on him, taking it away from the doorway and placing it down inside. He had expected that to be the end of the conversation, and he had already turned away, cursing himself under his breath for his awkwardness when you called out for him again.
“Wait! I-I need your help!” He was certain he’d given himself whiplash with the speed he had turned to face you, eyes wide as yours were sealed on the floor. “I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything! Of course, what do you need?” He stumbled over his feet as he came back to stand before you, and you placed your hand over the top of your bandages, scratching slightly where they sat just below your ribs.
“I need you to get Newt. Or Brenda. Anyone. Something isn’t right..” His breath hitched, fear seeping in and he scratched at the back of his neck as he thought.
“Uh, yeah! Yeah, well Gally went with Brenda to the mainland for supplies, and Minho went to the other side of the island with Vince yesterday to plot out more space for more people but Newt is in the gardens but I’m sure he wouldn't mind! I’ll find him!” You shook your head, his eyes widening as you let out various sounds of disagreement.
“Don’t bother him. The gardens make him happy, it’ll be fine, it’s no big deal.” A scoff fell from his lips before he could stop it and even though you refused to look at him, your eyes narrowed at the sound.
“Sweetheart, you’re hurt and something is wrong, it’s a very big deal.” You had begun to spew disagreements when he sighed loudly, effectively silencing you as he mumbled his words, clearing his throat to speak up. “Why don’t you just let me look at it? It’ll take a second, and I’ll leave straight after. Then we don’t have to bother anyone.”
He had prepared himself for an angry rejection, to be shouted at or cussed out, maybe even to have the door slammed in his face, but instead, you weakly nodded after a few moments of tense quiet, pushing the door open wider to let him enter. As he stepped in, he was hit full-force by everything that screamed you.
It was cozy and quaint, a little fireplace sitting in the corner with a stack of logs next to it for the colder nights, and books were spread about. It was a tidy space, presumably kept so from how much time you spent in her making sure it stayed so. Books littered every surface, more stacked neatly on shelves, and he counted at least ten dotted about, if not more. Your bed was neatly made, the blankets pulled over it carefully as light curtains drifted in the breeze, carrying a cool breeze through the warm air.
Lifting up the edge of your shirt, your stomach was exposed to him, wrapped and pinned neatly with the white fabric and he was relieved to see it clear of blood, Newt saying your stitches had been removed a few weeks prior. He reached up slowly, waiting for your nod before his fingers nimbly undid the wrapping, carefully peeling away the bandages around your midriff and dropping them in a pile on the table.
His fingers brushed along your skin, under the wound as he looked at it, watching as your twitched under his grasp, and he bit back a smile at remembering just how ticklish you were. “It looks okay to me, I think it’s just itching as it heals.” He took in the purple scarring, your skin still red and inflamed, puffy and swollen and slightly heated in patches under his touch and he frowned, hands finding your hips as he guided you to the door slightly, letting the sunlight spread over your skin so he could see a little more clearly. “Your skin is quite warm, you might have a little infection, but it doesn’t seem serious. I think salt-water cleanses would probably do the trick.”
He licked over his lips, standing back to his full height as you nodded, and you reached for a fresh set of bandages, holding them out to him timidly. “D’you mind?”
He took the gauze and wrapping from you with a smile, biting at the inside of his cheek as he nodded. His fingers danced over your skin, and yet, it was more contact from you than he’d had in months, and he was overjoyed you were simply letting him help you. He knew it was selfish, but he prolonged the time it took him to wrap you up as long as he could, just so he could spend more time with you, until eventually, he had to finish his work, and you lowered your top again slowly.
The minute he stepped outside, an almost inaudible ‘thank you’ left your lips, before you were concealed from his sight, and he rested his forehead against the door, grinning happily as he listened to you move around your comfortable little space in peace.
He watched and waited, sitting under the tree outside your little home, but even as the light began to drip away below the horizon as the night crept in, you still hadn’t found the courage to leave your comfort zone. That was how he had found himself knocking delicately on your door as night crept in, stars beginning to shine in the clear sky as the camp around him grew quiet as people dropped off to sleep, and your door opened gently, the soft light of the candles you lit were shining out from within and you rubbed your eyes tiredly.
You looked down at his hands, a steaming bowl of water in one and strips of clean cloth in the other, and he held them up in a gentle peace offering before your eyes, your features softening in a flick as you ducked your head, letting him enter as you closed the door behind him. He was surprised, he had expected you to take the items from him and shut him out again, and he paused as you reentered your home, lurking on the other side of the threshold before taking the step over and accepting your unspoken invitation.
“I never saw you leave, I thought I’d bring the saltwater to you.” You were sat on the edge of your bed, bunching your shirt up in your hands and he eased the bandages down, the backs of his fingers sliding along your skin delicately as he inched the bandages down, not wanting to undo the wrapping he had only done a few hours prior.
He took a seat beside you, dipping the cloth in the warm water and wringing it out before pressing it gently to your cut. You hissed, flinching in his grasp and he murmured a soft apology, pausing his movements as he wiped carefully at your injury. He moved more tentatively this time, his grasp shaking each time he moved back to the bowl, soaking and draining the fabric on repeat, until he had deemed the job done. He wiped his hands along his jeans, drying them carefully before moving the cover back up over your injury, running his fingers along the material, and when he pulled away, you dropped your shirt back down.
“How do you feel?”
“‘M fine. It doesn’t really hurt anymore.” Your voice was practically whispered out and he nodded, standing from the bed when the silence became uncomfortable, and he took the dish and rags with him, pausing at the door as he looked back at you. You were standing idly in the middle of the room, twiddling your fingers as you nibbled on your lower lip. “You shouldn’t sleep outside every night. You should go back to your home.”
“You are my home, I’m not going anywhere.” He tipped the water out into the grass outside as he spoke, hearing your soft sigh behind him as you gave up the argument. His hand was on the door handle, ready to seal it for the night for you, but he indulged himself in one last look at you, peeking his head around the door to see you. You were tucking yourself under your sheets, curled in on yourself carefully and he smiled gently, at the sight, your lips parted, eyes closed as you snuggled into your pillow. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight.” The door was almost closed when you spoke, and for a second, he thought he may have imagined it, but the rapid thumping of his heart told him he hadn’t. It was a simple word, and it held little emotion in your tired state, but it was the first thing you had said to him since before this had all happened that wasn’t a panicked yell, or absolutely necessary, and he felt his heart warm up a little as your cold exterior cracked just slightly.
Thomas awoke with a start, jumping carefully awake as darkness still hung around him and a low groan fell from his lips, but the wonder of why he had woken slipped away as he realised he had been shaken awake. Looking around, he found you crouching beside him, looking off at the moon shining on the surface of the water and he sat up immediately, rubbing at his eyes.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He was panicked, whereas you simply hummed, nodding your head, and he stretched his body out, pushing himself up on the ground to look at you more carefully in the darkness of the night. Your hair was blowing lightly in the wind, your eyes twinkling as you looked over the camp, silent and dark as everyone slept, and he waited patiently for you to reveal the reason you had woken him.
“I like to walk at night, when everyone else is asleep. It’s quiet, and I can think clearly.” His brows furrowed and he watched as you stood up, pulling your light cardigan around yourself in the cooler night air of the summer. He didn’t understand, and he simply watched you carefully, face ducking and you looked around him, nibbling on your bottom lip a little. “Would you like to walk with me?”
He was taken aback, and he watched you slowly make your way down the path he knew so well, quickly making your way toward the beach and he scrambled for his shoes, yanking the boots onto his feet and leaving them unlaced, tugging his jumper over his head as he stumbled behind you in a rush. Falling into step beside you, he tucked his hands into his pockets, your eyes scanning over everything carefully as you led the way, and yet this time, the silence was thick, but it wasn’t stifling or uncomfortable. It was simply hanging over the pair of you heavily as you weaved your way from the camp, trailing along the beaten paths as you guided him to places even he had never been before.
Your feet carried you upwards, so far out and high up that he could see the expanse of the entire camp and beyond, at the open and untouched land waiting to be expanded onto as your community continued to grow. The sight had brought him to a halt, it was truly breathtaking, and when he looked back to you he found you had continued, and were now standing on the edge of the small cliff, looking out at where the waves crashed into the edge of the rock.
He timidly willed his feet to move forward, to bring him to stand next to you as he stared out at the vast ocean, his breath once again taken from him as he took a chance to enjoy the beauty of the world around him. He’d always been caught up in one thing or another that he had never taken a second to breathe, and it was refreshing to do so, his shoulders felt so light of worry and stress that he thought he may float away into the air.
“You really hurt me.” He could only nod in response, his eyes welling with unshed tears and he sniffed them back, blinking rapidly to clear them as the hurt lacing your tone struck him deeply, piercing straight into his heart. Minutes passed, and the two of you simply stood together, staring out at the ocean and the silently crashing waves, before he turned to you, his body facing yours as he processed his thoughts.
“Do you remember in the scorch, when I would come and find you on rough nights, what eventually became every night?” Your head ducked as he spoke, before you nodded, looking away from him as your head turned away, but he wasn’t going to give up, not when he finally had a chance to talk to you. “You’d hold me close and let me listen to your heartbeat. You’d kiss the top of my head and play with my hair, and I got so used to it that it became the only thing that relaxes me.” His fingers brushed absentmindedly over his scarred over bullet wound, and your gaze found your feet again, and he watched as you swallowed thickly, squeezing your eyes shut. “I don’t remember much after getting shot. I bled out fast, there was a lot of pain, and a lot of blood, not a lot of consciousness. I remember fingers in my hair, and being held, and kisses on the top of my head. I remember warm lips, and I remember cold metal, and what I remember most, is your screams.”
The minutes seemed to drag on, and he sniffed quietly, wiping at his eyes each time a hot, salty tear slipped free, and you let out a deep sigh, turning to look at him, and his breath left his body as your own teary eyes found him, looking at him for the first time since he’d shakily kissed you before dashing off to go and get a cure for Newt, before everything had gone wrong, and you held the same kind of pain in your eyes now. “I forgive you, but it doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. I don’t know if we can ever be the same as what we once were, but I think at the very least, we might one day be friends.”
He laughed shakily, nodding his head as tears fell freely down his cheeks now, his body filling head to toe with warmth as you told him he had a chance, that one day, you wouldn’t look at him with such coldness again, and no matter what came of it or what didn’t, he finally had something to work towards.
Relief wasn’t even the correct word to use, Thomas had never felt this good in his life, it was the kind of ecstasy that a person rarely finds, but his heart felt like it had finally crawled up from his stomach and began beating in his chest again, like he could conquer the world, because one day you would be by his side once again.
“I will wait as long as it takes.” He took your face in his hands, thumbs smoothing over your skin as you frowned at him, wiping away loose tears they dropped as he held your gaze, staring at you longingly and intensely. “I love you, with everything that I am.”
Thomas was worried. He hadn’t seen you for two days since your walk, and the trays were collecting outside your door. You hadn’t opened your door to take them, you hadn’t even come outside. He had stayed awake at nights to see if he could catch you slipping out to walk, and you hadn’t even done that.
Not since the two of you had spoken on the clifftop a week ago.
He was chewing aggressively on his piece of bacon, the chatter around him concerning you as everyone wondered and contemplated why you were suddenly relapsing when you had made such progress in recent months. The spring had really brought you out of your shell, and now at the height of summer, you were caving in on yourself, it didn’t make sense. Your tray of food sat before him as he stared at it, contemplating what had made you spiral.
Thomas feared he was the reason for your relapse, perhaps he had stepped too far, or perhaps you simply decided you no longer forgave him. Maybe you regretted what you had said, or maybe you were hurt and couldn't get to him for help. He was cut from his thoughts as Newt banged his hands down on the table, a shout falling from his lips as a rare curse fell from his mouth, Thomas’ eyes widening at his friends vulgar language.
“Shut the fuck up, you bloody idiots. Look!” He pointed over Thomas’ shoulder, and the boy almost choked on his food as he turned in his seat to get a look at whatever his friend was so worked up about.
You had braided your hair neatly, the plait sitting on your shoulder as wispy strands fell free around your face, and a sundress swished around your thighs delicately. The material was white, with yellow flowers printed across it, and he recognised it as one of the items of clothing Brenda had picked out for you, bringing them to you in stacks one day and leaving them piled around your house for you to unpack. You looked happy, despite the anxiety written all of your features as many sets of eyes beyond their friendship group fell on you, your hands clasped in front of you as you made your way towards them all slowly.
“C-Can I join you guys?” They were all silent, before nodding, jumping up and shuffling around the table enthusiastically to create space, many seats being offered to you, and he tried to calm his racing heart as you slipped silently down to sit on the bench beside him. Your shoulder brushed against his as you took a seat, his friends all taking a seta happily and beaming at you as they tucked into their food again.
He stayed facing forwards, but his cheeks were warm, and he reached out, gently pushing the tray of food that had been intended for you, in your direction, and you took it happily, picking up your knife and fork, head perking up as you listened to your friends chatter, and he couldn't stop watching you, finally taking this big leap with them all.
You didn’t speak, in fact, an entire week had passed before you began to add to the conversations, but despite your fears, you had joined them each day, and Thomas’ heart swelled with pride as he watched you rejoin the world, and rejoin your friends. Watching you men yourself, was slowly mending him, too. You were everything that had been missing from his days, and now, you were here to join them.
As the summer went on, you expanded out with them. You had even joined them for some evening meals, and one night, Newt had managed to tempt you from your little home to join them for a bonfire on the beach. You had spent the entire night sitting on the log beside him, your leg pressed up to the side of his, laughing as you watched your friends make a fool of themselves, before Thomas had carried your sleeping body home, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you lay unconscious.
You had confided in them, that you were no longer having nightmares, a month having passed since your last night terror, and he’d had to suppress the urge to cry as he’d watched Newt pick you up, spinning in a circle in joy, and Gally throw you over his shoulder as he cheered loudly, your hands banging on his back. He’d watched you proudly skipped down on a hot day to flash them all your side, bandage free as you proudly showed the scar on the side of your stomach, all of them telling you how badass it made you look.
Brenda had regained her best friend, and he’d watched as she’d woken you up early one morning, insisting you have a girls' day, before she’d dragged you out from your home, your hand clasped in hers as you’d shot him a pleading look when he leaned up from his pillow and blanket set up under the tree, and he’d grinned as he watched her drag you away. That day you had gone swimming, and she had braided your hair in a cute style, with the help of the B-Maze girls. They had woven flowers into your locks and gossiped with you all-day, and by the time you were making it home, you were dragging tired limbs, he hadn’t seen you for that entire day, he had been getting back into bed himself when you finally returned, but he hadn’t missed the dopey smile on your face or the pep in your step.
The summer at the safe haven had been the best thing to ever happen to you, there was no doubt about it, and as the cold of autumn began to sweep in on them all, Thomas couldn't help but assume the worst. He feared that you would close yourself off again, as harsh weather conditions chilled everybodies warm moods, and the group hung out less, the days growing shorter and the temperatures dropping.
He had been returning from a long day at work with Vince when he had seen you again. Light was spilling out from under your door in the darkness, soon expanding as you swung the door open, looking down at him as he carefully peeled his shoes off. The blossom from the tree he took up residence under had disappeared, the leaves on the ground around him crunching noisily in their crisp and dry forms, and you hummed unhappily, shaking your head as you looked at him.
“Get up, you can’t sleep outside anymore. It’s too cold.” You looked straight at him, your voice commending and you stare solid and unwavering, but he shook his head vehemently, crossing his arms over his chest like a child as he snuggled back into his blankets.
“I’m staying right here, just in case you need me.”
You shivered at the cold air, your pyjamas doing little for you as a whine fell from your lips, and he looked at you, smile flicking up at the pout on your lips from his actions. “Will you just get up and bring your shit inside? I can’t have you freezing to death.” His jaw dropped as you spoke, his heart rate shooting through the roof and you turned away, backing into your house as he scooped up his blanket and pillow, grabbing his shoes and holding them all in a bundle as he moved forward to follow you.
He pushed the door shut tightly behind him, finding that you had hung a blanket up over it to cover it for extra warmth, and when he turned around, he found you had laid out a thick blanket on the floor for him, an extra pillow sitting on the floor beside your bed in a haphazardly made space to sleep, but it was more comfortable than what he’d had for the past half a year, and he was more than excited to crawl into it. The fire was just dying out, the last sticks crackling as the flames died down to embers, leaving a low light hanging over the room as you took his shoes from him, dropping them beside your own.
“Aw, sweetheart.”
You rolled your eyes at him, but he could see you biting at the inside of your cheeks to contain your smile, and you flopped down into your own bed happily, the frame squeaking a little form the sudden weight but you were quick to crawl under the sheets and snuggle in. “May as well get comfortable, I’m not having you shifting about and rustling from now on, I like my sleep.” He beamed, undoing his belt and shimmying the pants down his legs before placing his own pillow beside the one you had given him, pulling the extra blanket up over himself, a groan falling from his lips and you chuckled. “I hung your blanket out with mine over the fire while I waited for you, so that it was extra warm.”
“You’re adorable.” He cooed, tugging at the edge of the blanket for your attention and you scoffed, smacking his hand away as you turned onto your side to face away from him.
“Shut it, Thomas, go to sleep. Don’t make me put you back out in the cold.” You threatened, but even as you were facing away from him he could hear the playful edge to your voice, and the teasing tone he held. It took a minute to register with him, before he was grinning so widely that his cheeks ached.
“You called me Thomas.”
“That would be because it’s your fucking name, you nub.” He laughed loudly at the weak insult, but he leaned up, bypassing the fact that you were ignoring him as he leaned over you, placing a kiss to your exposed shoulder before getting back into his own bed.
“You haven’t said my name since before the last city.” You didn’t reply, and he didn’t need one, because that night was the happiest night of Thomas’ life so far, and he fell asleep warm and content, with a smile on his face and you on his mind.
Throughout the autumn, as the nights grew colder and the days grew shorter, your progress only furthered and Thomas was incredibly proud. You allowed him to sleep inside each night, and you had started venturing out for hot food with him each night, and the pair of you would walk together silently to gather the logs to burn on your fire.
More and more of his belongings had started to arrive in your home, and neither of you seemed to notice that his things and your things were being merged, the pair of you being comfortable as you moved around one another carefully. A routine had become established after a few weeks, and you’d quickly set into the system of waking up, going for breakfast together, before Thomas split off to help Vince and Gally with building. You would spend your day reading, or helping Brenda, and you had recently even adventured as far as joining Frypan in the kitchen, serving food up to everybody who began to come past in the evenings, reaching out further and meeting new people.
In the evenings, the two of you would move quietly about the little home, each keeping to your own as you spend your evenings keeping warm by your fire before going to sleep for the night. You no longer refused to meet his eye, often being happy to sit in your bed and listen to him talk about his day when he got home, laughing occasionally as he had told you a joke, and adding your own opinion when he told you about an argument that had happened.
You had even helped him work through problems with Vince when he had come home stressed, and in recent days, you had begun to tell him about your own day when he finished talking about his. He couldn't help the beaming smile he held, no matter what you were talking about, how boring or dull it was, purely because you were talking to him, you were happy and smiling and you wanted to share that with him.
As the autumn came in, it brought a new friendship, and even if it never moved on any further, you had let him back into your life, and he was grateful for every second of it.
He had found his own mood becoming more peaceful, since you had let him back into your life, your night terrors seemed to have died down and his own sleep was better, he was happier, his mood was improved and it was all simply for being closer to you.
Except for tonight.
Tonight, Thomas was holding the blanket over his mouth, his vision spotting as he tried to hold his breath to contain the violent sobs he wanted to release, tears tracking down his face and he sniffed deeply. He tried to contain his cries, his face buried in his pillow as the memories flashed behind his eyes and he sniffed deeply, his body shaking with silent sobs, but his quiet clearly hadn’t been enough, because he heard you groan in your sleep, rolling over to face him in the dark.
“Thomas?”
“I didn’t mean to wake you. I-I’m sorry.” His voice was hoarse, and he heard you sit up, a sigh leaving your lips and soon, and he could vaguely make out your outline as you looked down at him in the dark, moonlight barely helping him see. You waited patiently, looking at him carefully and he could feel your gaze on him. His bottom lip trembled, and he groaned, rubbing at his face to clear the salt away from his wet cheeks. “I dreamt about Chuck.”
If anyone knew about the pain of dreaming about someone you had failed to save, it was you. Your heart reached out for him, and you lay back down in your pillows, letting him collect himself as his heavy breathing settled and he lay back down. Hanging your hand over the side of your bed, your dragged your fingertips along the blankets covering him, finding where his hand would be and settling your hand over the top of his.
There was no hesitation on his part, his hands quickly removed themselves from under the covers, taking your steady hand in his shaky grasp, he held the limb in both of his hands, grasping it tightly as he squeezed his eyes shut, more tears flowing from them. Bringing your hand up to his lips, he pressed trembling kisses to your knuckles, and each of your fingers, before unfurling your hand and pressing the pads on the tip of each finger to his lips too, himself simply by holding onto him. You had twisted on your side to face him, and you dragged your hand from his, his heart jumping sadly as you retracted it, but it soon landed on his cheek gently, the backs of your fingers wiping away his tears delicately before you cupped his cheek, thumb smoothing along his skin slowly, and he twisted his head, a kiss being left on your palm before he settled happily, a hand coming up to hold onto yours over his cheek.
Your touch soon relaxed him, his eyes drying as his heart calmed, and sleep was soon lulling him back in. When he had woken in the morning, he’d assumed you would’ve pulled away, rolled back over in your bed and taken your comfort away, but instead, he awoke to your hand still gently resting over his cheek, warm and still, his elbow aching as he still held onto you but it was worth it because it meant he could hold you. Your features were peaceful as you faced him, eyes shut and lips slightly parted as you slept, and he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked, memorising the way you looked, imprinting the sight of you into his mind.
As it turned out, he wouldn’t have to, because it was a sight he could grow used to.
The following night, as he’d settled in on the floor for some sleep, he had fumbled over his words, picking at loose strings on the edge of his blanket as he gnawed on his lip, and you’d simply snuggled down into your pillows and held your hand out for him. He’d laced your fingers with his, holding your hand over his heart, clutching the bundle to his chest and falling into an easy sleep.
From that night, Thomas slept holding onto your hand, reassuring himself that you weren’t going anywhere, that he had you, and that you had him.
Thomas was normally the first to wake up, each morning he would rise with the sun, and would pull himself away from you after giving himself a chance to just look at you and take you in, he would change into clothes for the day, and make you both a hot drink to start the morning. He would light the candles and the fire, the cold air of the harsh winter sneaking in.
This morning, Thomas has awoken to his shoulders being shaken roughly. The warmth of your hand in his hair, on his face or in his hand was missing, but when he cracked his eyes open in the cool air, he had been more than surprised to find you fully dressed, sitting on his left as you shook him awake excitedly. He groaned, throwing a hand over his eyes, but a smile pulled at his lips as you whined at him, telling him to wake up faster.
“Thomas! Open your damn eyes and come look outside!” You gripped onto his wrist, tugging him to his feet as he stumbled behind you, stumbling to the door as you flung it open. He cursed as the cold air swept in, and despite the lack of warm clothing you were wearing as well, you were practically bouncing with excitement, happier than he had ever seen you. “It’s snowing, Thomas!”
His head tilted to the side, he was far too preoccupied watching you watch the snow than he was with the thick blanket of white that lay over the paradise they knew. When you finally turned to him, you had life in your expression and a twinkle in your eye that he had never seen, more pure joy for life than you had ever had before the events that had brought you crumbling down, and in that moment, Thomas realised that the pain had rebuilt you as a new woman.
Thomas also realised in that moment, that he would do anything and everything to keep you that way, because nothing made him happier than when you were happy.
He hadn’t realised how much he was smiling until his cheeks began to ache, and brought his hand up, rubbing at them absentmindedly as you closed the door again, shivering in the cool air, your hand leaving his as you buzzed around the small home. You threw your warmest clothes out on your own bed, pulling the warmest clothes of his from the piles of his belongings that had started to manifest on all surfaces, your unconscious instinct to look after him kicking in and his heart and cheeks warmed as you laid out warm clothes for him.
He had barely snapped himself from his loving daze and made it across the room to change by the time you were passing him by, wrapping a scarf around your neck as you tugged on your boots at the door, flinging it open and dashing out, the crunch of snow sounding as your quick footfalls retreated away down the path.
It wasn’t hard for him to follow you, still tugging his coat up onto his shoulders as he followed the path you had gone, yours being the only set of footprints in the crisply laid snow, and he tracked you quickly, finding you banging excitedly on Newt’s door. As he approached, he watched the blonde answer, a miffed look on his face as he looked at you, glancing past you over your shoulder to Thomas as he approached, coming to a stop by your side.
“Newt, stop being such a sour puss. It’s snowing! Are you telling me you don’t want to launch snowballs straight at Thomas’ face?” He gasped, pouting falsely as Newt smirked, dipping his head as he nodded happily.
“You got me there, love. Give me ten minutes.” He really was only ten minutes, and Thomas was almost offended that in that ten minutes, you had given that exact same selling point to Brenda, Minho and Gally, all of whom had taken the bait and thrown their warmest clothes on with the promise of getting to pelt snowballs at him. Aris and Sonya had soon joined, and they had dragged Frypan away from the kitchen with a basket of sandwiches, and soon, the large group was making their way up one of the nearer hills to find the best place to sit.
You had watched the sunrise, the wonder in your eyes as the winter sun lit up the skies. You had sat and eaten your breakfast happily, before spending the day doing exactly as you had promised them all.
Pelting snowballs at one another until your shirts were full of snow, your noses were red and your bodies were sore from all the exercise. You had done it all, you had made snow angels and built snowmen, and at one point, you had all collectively tried to build an igloo, of which you all collectively blamed Gally for when it didn’t work out. He was the keeper of the builders, he should have known the structural integrity of an igloo, in your opinion, and you had voiced that.
Which had quickly led to Gally picking you up and throwing you into the largest pile of snow he could find. You were covered head to toe, and Thomas laughed, brushing snow from your coat as you pouted, sticking your tongue out at Gally over his shoulders and you shook your hair, loose ice falling from it. Your cheeks were rosy, as was the tip of your nose, and your lips were red, your eyes as bright as your smile despite it all.
Trailing his hands down your arms, he noticed the way you were clenching and unclenching shaky hands, and he cupped them gently, rubbing them with his own glove covered ones before bringing them to his mouth. He blew warm air between his own hands, heating yours which were cased inside and your eyes found his, a small smile on your face as you watched him carefully.
You were focused on one another, and neither of you noticed the soft looks Newt was giving you both, or the way he smacked Minho upside the head when he gagged, and even Gally had a small smile on his face as they watched the pair of you simply look at one another, Thomas alternating between rubbing your hands and blowing warm air onto them as he tried to warm you up.
He brought his own hands to his lips, using his teeth to tug the gloves from them and he held them out to you, as your glance flicked between him and the gloves, before you shook your head, and his brows furrowed. “Your hands will be cold then.”
“Sweetheart, your hands are colder than mine. Just take the gloves.” He held them out to you again and you still refused, your stand against him holding.
“No.”
“Take the gloves!”
“No!” You had a small smirk on your face as he huffed, his shoulders sagging and he pouted, wanting to stomp his foot like a child. He could hear the others packing up behind him, the light they had walked up here to already beginning to ebb away as the sun made its way towards the opposite horizon, and the two of you were at a standoff. Looking over him, you plucked one of the gloves from his hand, snapping it onto your own and he grinned victoriously. When you took the other however, you had lifted his hand, pulling the cotton down onto his hand until you both had one gloved hand, and a laugh fell from his lips.
“Now we both have one cold hand?” He studied you carefully, and you leaned forwards, pressing your forehead to his chest as the fingers of your uncovered hand wove through his, your palms pressing together as you shared warmth, and he was certain you had felt the way his heart skipped a beat from where you were leaning into his chest. Wrapping an arm around you, his covered hand splayed out across your back, his cold cheek pressing to the top of your head as his eyes slipped shut.
He wasn’t sure how long the two of you stood there, but eventually Newt had tapped his shoulder, telling him that it was time to head back before it got too cold and dark to navigate, and he didn’t miss the supportive and happy looks on everyone's faces as they watched the pair of you turn around, your hand tucked tightly in Thomas’ for the rest of the walk.
The blush on his cheeks never left, and neither did the smile on his face. You held onto his hand for the whole walk, your head resting on his shoulder, and you held onto him tightly, even as you hugged your friends goodbye. Your hand had only left his as you had made it back to your little home, quickly bolting away from him to kneel before your fireplace, chucking logs and kindling into the small hearth and he chuckled watching you.
He stood behind you, slowly unwrapping the scarf from around your neck, before hanging it up. He leaned over, taking the glove form your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it, before lifting his blanket from the floor, wrapping it around your carefully. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?” He had mumbled the words against the top of your head, placing a kiss to your hair before he’d headed back out of the door.
When he had returned, you had changed, but the hut was quickly warming up as the fire roared, and you had planted yourself happily back in front of the fire, his blanket still wrapped around you tightly. As the smell of food hit your nose, you turned excitedly, taking in the two bowls of soup and the two rolls of bread he carried, a grin lighting up your face.
“Who made soup?” You beamed at him, holding your hands out as he placed one of the warm containers within them, placing his own and the bread on the floor beside them, shrugging as he took his boots off.
“No idea, I could smell it being made as we got back, I thought you’d like a little warmer treat before bed.” You glanced up at him with soft eyes as he padded across the room to change into his sleepwear, before collapsing beside you on the floor before the little fire. You shuffled closer to him, reaching out behind him to took the blanket over his shoulders too, your body pressed against his as you ate quietly.
He didn’t even bother returning the bowls to the kitchen, merely placing them and the spoons on the table in the room, deciding he would return them in the morning. Your eyes were dropping, the tiredness of the day hitting you both as warmth finally seeped into your bones, his yawns being matched by your own. You were settling down onto your covers, and he brushed your hair out of your face, tucking your blankets up around your shoulders, before your hand shot out to grasp at his shirt when he pulled away.
Your eyes were closed, but you tugged on his shirt forcefully and he leaned over, kneeling on the edge of the bed as you smiled at him sleepily. Your other hand patted the space beside you, and after a second’s wait, he lay himself down gently, pulling the covers up over his own body as he settled down onto the soft mattress. A small groan fell from his lips, he felt like he was sleeping on clouds after all these months on the ground, and an amused chuckle left your lips.
His arm tucked under his head, and you were quick to snuggle into his shoulder, matching sighs leaving you both as his heart beat rapidly on the inside of his ribs. Dipping his head, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, trailing them up into your hair as he slowly kissed every patch he could reach. The fingers of the arm you lay on wove through your hair gently, and the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush up against his as your legs tangled.
A small, tired chuckle left his lips, and his own quirked up at the sound, it being the only noise other than both of your relaxed breathing, that could be heard in the quiet little cabin. “What’s so funny, sweetheart?”
“I just never realised how nice it was to have your hair played with and your head kissed. It was always you on the receiving end.” You mumbled, face half-buried in his shoulder and you nuzzled further into his neck, your breath washing over his skin. That night, Thomas realised he had a chance to once again hold your heart in his hands, like you had always held his, and this time he would protect it with everything he had, for the rest of his life.
The dirt still crunched with ice underfoot as Thomas made his way back up towards the little cabin, tired but happy as the winter finally cleared and the spring began to make its new appearance. The bundle in his hand was clutched tightly, and he ran a hand over his face, exhaustion creeping in as he pushed the door open, back to the room as he toed off his boots and dumped them in a pile.
He knew something was different when he turned around, but he couldn't place what it was. You were moving quietly about the home, the fire crackling, as usual, a book laying open on your bed, covered slightly messy to show that you had been sitting on them, as you stood before him, blowing the steam from the drink in your hands as you smiled at him to welcome him home.
“What did you do?”
“What d’you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked over him once, eyes closing on the gift still clutched in his hand, and he placed them down on the table, taking off his coat and rubbing his hands together for warmth after hanging up his coat.
“Something looks different. I can’t tell what it is, though?” You always kept the place clean, it was important to you, but somehow it looked cleaner today, it looked spotless and perfect, and he wasn’t quite sure why.
“I tidied up and put your stuff away.” He paused, his heart dropping to his stomach and he turned to look at you from where he stood before the fire, your expression plain as he tried to read into it, unable to decipher anything.
“What do you mean away?”
He was almost scared to hear the answer, afraid that you were kicking him out, but you shrugged casually, taking a sip of the tea in your hands, and he noticed a put off it sitting over the fire to keep hot. “I got tired of your clothes and things being piled up everywhere. I stubbed my toe on one of your books this morning, so I just put it all away.” He gaped at you, still not too sure what you were saying, before you had moved on. Placing your books down, you moved over to the little set of drawers, pulling it open to show a mix of your clothes inside, and his cheeks heated up. “Your clothes are in here, and I put all your books on the shelf because I wasn’t sure which one you were actually reading, so you’ll just have to fi-”
His hands found your hips, tugging you towards him and you cut yourself off with a little yelp, his lips finding your forehead, before he rubbed the tip of his nose against it, nuzzling at you gently. “You officially moved me into your little cabin?”
You scoffed lightly, rolling your eyes with love as you pushed him away from you. “I think it’s been our cabin for a while now, Tommy.” Ignoring the smirk on his lips as you walked over to the yellow gift collection he had brought, taking them in your fingers gently and lifting them up, an eyebrow raised to him. “These are nice.”
His heart soared as you told him you like his gift, and he lifted up your tea, taking a few sips of the hot liquid and relishing in the warmth as he nodded, watching as you admired them. “I’ve been watching for the first batch of daffodils to grow, I saw them a few weeks ago and picked them today. I thought you’d like them, and they remind me of you.”
Placing the mug down, he stepped over to you, hands finding your hips as you ran your fingers over the soft petals, a small smile on your lips. “They do? Why?”
“Well, you know. They’re all cute and bright, and they survived the cold and dark times, only to bloom even stronger on the other side of it..” He trailed himself off, a heat coating his cheeks all the way from his nose to the tips of his ears and you cooed quietly at him, his turn to be embarrassed. Placing them back down, you leaned into his chest, arms wrapping around his waist as his own circled your shoulders. His cheek pressed against the top of your head, his eyes sliding shut as he simply held you tightly, the two of you swaying slightly in the tight embrace. “‘M glad you like them.”
You shuffled in his grasp, pulling away to look up at him and he stared down at you, watching as you brought a hand up to hold his face, and he tipped his cheek into your touch slightly. “I love them.” He beamed fondly at your words, happy to just watch you, and his eyes widened as you leaned up.
He had never expected it, but a soft moan left his lips as yours found his, moving slowly and softly together, your lashes tickling his cheeks as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He was frozen, only for a moment, before he tilted his head to the side, his nose bumping against yours as he tipped his head to be able to kiss you in a deeper fashion, his lips finally responding as his mouth worked against yours slowly but passionately.
His hands slid from your shoulders, one resting on the side of your neck as the other weaved into your hair, holding you close to him as he pressed kiss after kiss to your lips, barely pulling back for breath before he was diving back into you, the smile he was badly suppressing making it hard, but he wasn’t giving up easily, and you happily returned the loving caresses, your own hands sitting on his waist now having slid up along his chest, feeling the chaotic beat of his heart under your palm.
Eventually, the burning need for oxygen just became too much, and he had to pull back, panting as his forehead pressed to yours, and he licked over his swollen lips, grinning as he heard you giggle slightly. “God, I missed your kisses so much.”
He was still breathless, and it only prompted you to laugh lightly again, pressing another quick peck to his lips before you pulled away. “Thank you for the flowers.” He nodded bashfully, a dopey grin on his face as he looked at you, and he was sure the overwhelming love he held for you was swirling visibly in his eyes, written all over his face for you to read like a book.
You turned away from him, picking up your flowers and he whined as you stepped back, popping the bubble that had been created around the both of you. “No, don’t go! Come back and kiss me some more!” He practically whimpered the words and you looked over your shoulder at him, a teasing smile on your lips.
“Let me put my flowers away first!” You chastised, and he waited patiently as he watched you fill a small glass with water, standing them in, arranging them carefully and he was sure you were dragging out the arrangement just to make him wait longer. After another small plea left his lips, you decided that they were positioned perfectly, before you were soon skipping back across the room and into his waiting grasp.
Your arms were slung around his neck as his held your waist, his lips pouted, and you leaned up, pressing a quick and chaste kiss to his lips, and his brows furrowed, a ‘hmph’ leaving him at the small exchange as he leaned forward for more, holding you to him tightly but you leaned back from him, your eyes finding his seriously as you cupped his cheek with one of your hands, looking at him with a fond gaze.
“Thank you for giving me time, Tommy.” He shook his head, ducking his gaze from yours momentarily as he chewed on his bottom lip.
“Thank you for loving me again.” After speaking, he pressed a series of small kisses to your lips, humming triumphantly each time you let him, and he walked the pair of you backwards slowly. His legs met the edge of the bed tonight, and he let himself fall back, bringing you with him as you giggled through a surprised scream, your body landing softly on his chest and you looked down at him, lifting a hand to weave through his hair as his own tucked loose strands away behind your ears.
Leaning down, you brushed your lips against his and he let out a happy sigh, deciding he would never get tired of being able to hold you and kiss you, and everything that led up to this moment had only made it worth it. “I love you, sweetheart.”
You pressed your lips to the tip of his nose, before bumping yours against his lovingly, a smile on your lips as you curled into his chest happily. “I love you too, Tommy.”