Thistles || TMR Newt
Prompt: I was pulling weeds today (unwisely) without gloves, and my hands are all sliced up.
Warnings: Secondhand embarrassment?
a/n: I just tried to imagine how ridiculous I would be in this situation if it were happening to me. So just beware of major awkwardness...
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"You know, if you wore the gloves I actually like walked all the way over to you this morning, you would be in a significantly lesser amount of - "
Newt hissed, his face scrunching up in a semi-cute sort of way.
" - pain..." You rolled your eyes, failing to prevent the edge of your mouth from quirking upwards.
"Ah, but then we wouldn't be sharing this wonderful quality time together." He said smiling like a giddy child.
You held his bloodied hands in yours. "You think this is wonderful?"
"Well, time away from the others always is."
"I guess some peace and quiet is pretty amazing." You hummed in agreement, but quickly noticed the drop in his expression. "That is what you meant, isn't it?"
"Actually, I uh... Well..." He wouldn't meet your gaze. "I meant it's wonderful because it's just me and you. That we're together? Yeah..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
Oh. Oh.
"I'm sorry. It's just..." He shook his head sharply. "Are we done here?" His lips were pulled tight, and by the look in his eyes you could tell he wanted to bolt.
"Wait, Newt, hold on a second. Please don't leave before telling me what's on your mind. All of it." You sat down on the cot next to him before he got the chance to leave. "Like you said, it's only the two of us."
In silence, you felt the matress beside you shift with his movement. Your nerves were on absolute freak out mode at the moment, and your inner monologue was telling you that he could surely feel the way your body was buzzing with nervous energy. You fought to meet his eyes, and once they did you could see him inhale shakily.
"This is going to sound ridiculous. You're the only girl in the bloody Glade, and it's obvious that every shank here has some sort of crush on you. But... I like you, (y/n). And I know there's dozens of other guys out there and chances are you'd rather choose one of them. Or none of us, you're strong, I know you don't need to be with anyone. But every time you're around all I can think about is knowing what it's like to hold your hand, or what it's like to... to kiss you."
He shook his head once again with a wry smile. "I don't expect you to -"
So you kissed him. It was shaky and short and the smile you gave him probably seemed forced but you wanted to do it again. Badly.
His eyes searched yours, and apparently found whatever they were looking for. "Can I?"
You nodded, probably too quickly, but he didn't seem to mind.
His lips met yours slowly and softly. You could taste the salt on him, a result of working in the sun all day.
The two of you pulled away, but only slightly, and only long enough to catch your breath before leaning back in. His hands came to sit lightly on your hips, and the slight shake to his touch reassured you that you weren't the only one who's heart was racing. Your fingers carefully made their way to tangle in the soft blond locks at the back of his head. He smelled of grass and dirt, like walking through a forest.
"GAH! What the shuck are -"
Suddenly you weren't holding Newt, but instead were facing Minho who's mouth was hanging open. Heat rushed to flood your face with red, and a quick glance at Newt revealed that he was in a similar boat.
"I was going to let the two of you know that dinner is ready, but it looks like you already found a way to satisfy your huger..."
"Minho!" You buried your face in your hands, willing the past thirty seconds to erase themselves from existence.
Newt grabbed a roll of bandages and chucked them at the intruder. "Get out of here you bloody pile of klunk!"
He quickly threw his hands up in surrender, an ornery grin stretching across his face. "Fine, fine! Alright! But I'll tell you now that there's going to be some extremely juicy dinnertime gossip this evening!" He disappeared from the doorway, leaving you and Newt standing around blushing like a couple of idiots.
Newt cleared his throat; an extremely loud sound within the awkward silence. "He ruined the moment, didn't he?"
"Sure did."
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