#tmr request

He’s a very touchy person. Holding your hand, random forehead kisses,… be prepared to just have him pop up behind you to kiss your cheek before he’s running off again.

You’re the one to remind him that he needs to breathe. Thomas throws himself headfirst into everything comes across, so sometimes he needs to be reminded to slow down and take a breather.

I mentioned this before but FOREHEAD KISSES!! So many forehead kisses.

Sleeping together in a hammock isn’t an easy task at any rate, let alone with someone who tossed and turns as much as Thomas. Be prepared to land on the floor occasionally.

Thomas’ brain short circuits when he sees you wearing his clothes. You might have to physically close his mouth before he catches a fly lol.

Newt and Minho were the ones who told Thomas to get over himself and ask you out. Little do you know that the only reason they did, was because Thomas wouldn’t shut up about you. Unfortunately for them, that plan backfires when you say yes: he only talks more about you.

Keep up! Shank!” you yelled, running around a corner, laughing as Newt chased you. You knew you shouldn’t have been messing around - but you finished early and decided to race back... and God, you just loved being around Newt you couldn’t help that something as stupid as running could turn into a childish game with him - even in a Maze full of death and despair. You and your boyfriend were childish together. But everyone loved it. Nick scolded you - but you could see his smile as he saw the exchanges between you and Newt at bonfires and at meals.You two just brought... life to the Glade, as oddly as it sounded.’

But life wasn’t something that could be created and kept in your pocket for later. If you lost it - it was gone. And Newt was gone. You could clearly remember the day. It was hot - you had sprained your ankle the week before and were put in charge of picking vegetables and organizing them into baskets, organizing firewood, and making sure everything was basically in its designated place. Newt was running with Minho, his best friend, and had said goodbye to you after he ate breakfast, a chaste kiss on the lips and an exchange of another stupid joke.

“Y/N, why did the cook get arrested?” Newt asked quizzically. WIth a small smile, you shrugged, asking him why. With a grin, he replied, “Guess you’ll have to wait for me to get back to know why!”

Every day you two didn’t run together, NEwt asked you something or told you part of a joke. When you asked for him to elaborate, he would grin, saying you’d have to make it back into the maze to learn what a fake noodle was called, or you would have to wait for him at the door to hear just exactly what clouds wore under their pants. And it was his way of saying “I love you, come back to me” and you loved him more for it.

That was today’s joke. But you were never going to learn what the cook got arrested for. Because Newt didn’t come back to tell you. Minho ran into the maze, his pants tattered, his elbows scraped, a gash on his face and only a minute or two before the doors creaked closed. You stood there, heart stopped in your chest as the doors slowly pulled together. Minho looked at you, guilty, sad - and angry. “Newt... he... we saw a Griever... and... a-and, it attacked us. It went after me and he tried to wedge his knife into its mouth, hoping to kill it or stun it or, something. But, it turned on him after tossing me to the side... it grabbed his ankle and we heard a crunch and he screamed and Before I could get up, the Griever just... took him. I chased it, but it was too fast. I ran here as soon as I saw the sun so low, I was... afraid of being out there. I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Minho explained. And no, you weren’t mad. you were heartbroken. You couldn’t feel your heart - it felt like it stopped moving and was now simply a wide hole in your chest. Everyone looked at you, waiting for you to comment on your boyfriend’s death. Scream, cry, curse, fall, faint - anything. Instead, you asked a simple question.

“Minho... why did the cook go to jail?” you asked, looking up silently. Minho looked dumbfounded and shook his head. “I... have no idea.. why?” he asked, playing along curiously. Looking back at the doors, your arms deflated to your sides. “I don’t know. Guess we’ll never find out,” you replied. You swiftly turned around, heading to the homestead. You made a beeline to the room you shared with your boyfriend. And everyone watched you, hearts shattered. Nick wanted to scream, Minho wanted to cry but was currently tugging wildly at his hair, and the small group of ten twelve to fifteen boys stood, silently, watching you leave. He was gone. But so were you.

“Y/N! Keep up! Come on!” Thomas screamed, and you looked, hesitating. But then you saw the faces of the boys you so dearly loved - the ones you were like a mother too and realized they lost too much already. You bolted towards the closing door, passing Thomas. You grabbed his hand and you dropped down, sliding under the door, Thomas mimicking you while he still held your hand as tightly as he could afraid to let go - afraid you or himself would fall behind.

That was your life now, you thought, remembering your escape. You had just escaped the Maze... found safety, but you escaped that too as you all realized that safety wasn’t as simple as it seemed nor as easily found as you all hoped. Now you all wondered, surrounded by dilapidated buildings, structures, and abandoned vehicles and other objects. You had passed a sign reading “Denver - 5 miles” on it. You still were unsure where you were, but it was somewhere near “Denver” It was a green sign lined in white, the paint scraped off in some spots to show the rusting metal, the bent edged and tilted legs holding the sign up showing you all just how horrible life outside the Glade was.

But you paid no mind. You had no care. This was no better and no worse. But then again, even your “safety” wasn’t good enough or much better. Anywhere without Newt wasn’t safe - wasn’t better. And some of the boys understood and knew that. But you shook your head, knowing you had to keep going for them. Knew you had to keep strong, focus on today and not two years ago. You couldn’t let one lost life cost you 20 others.

“Take cover!” you heard and saw Thomas looking around wildly, everyone scattering to hide. Soon, though, you gathered all the boys, huddling into a group behind the crumbling structure of a freeway ramp, several cars nearby providing extra coverage. Suddenly, Teresa shook your shoulder, pointing silently to a figure only a few yards behind you. It was a person, covered in scarves and long pants. Their eyes were covered with a pair of old looking goggles, they had several knives strapped into their clothing a gun in hand. The figure looked around and beckoned you to their self. You looked at you and decided that it was your only chance. With a nod, you quietly grabbed the attention of the boys, convincing them to follow you to the stranger and hope for the best. Minho objected, Thomas was hesitant and a few of the guys were just completely unsure of what to think, but you told them it was your only option. And it was.

Eventually, you all made it to the opposite side of the structure, into the protection of tall, hidden buildings and several lines and piles of cars covering you. You were the last to cross over to the stranger, making sure everyone got across first. When you got across, the stranger froze, seeming to intently look at you.

“Well?” you hissed at them, “I trusted you, aren’t you going to help us?” The figure shook their head slightly and then nodded at you, looking around before walking forward in a crouch. They had a small limp, you noticed, but they still moved quickly and seemed to have an ability to notice every sound and movement. You followed behind the stranger, reassuring and continuing to encourage everyone to follow you, Teresa telling the boys that following you was their best option as a way to try and help - which it did.

What seemed like days, but was truly only a few hours, and the stranger led you into a building that was made of glass and metal, bricks lining the bottom half of its walls. It seemed to be an old storage of the sorts. Walking in, you all saw a wide, open room, filled with various machines, boxes, and scattered items. Following the stranger further in, he led you all to the rear part of the building, showing you a storage area that was filled with furniture covered in dust. In another wide open area, you all saw what seemed to be a living room set up. A couch was pulled out along with several chairs and some rugs. Mismatched pillows and blankets were strewn about. The stranger pointed behind him, motioning to the area behind a small wall of boxes, and you several small blocks of rooms.

“Who are you?” Thomas suddenly demanded, stepping forward. “You haven’t spoken a single word since we met you... who are you?” he asked again, and the figure seemed to look around. With a small shake of the head, the figure looked down, taking off several long, dirty scarves and shrugging off a jacket, finally peeling off the goggles. Looking up, his eyes met yours. And you almost cried.

“Newt?” Minho croaked, his throat dry and his voice broken. “Min,” Newt smiled sadly, flicking his eyes to the Asian boy. Newt’s hair was long and shabby, you could tell he had tried to cut it but it was a bit uneven in the back. His face was dirty, two small circles around his eyes where the goggles sat being the cleanest part. Minho suddenly lunged forward, hugging the blonde boy. He apologized, he almost cried, but he didn’t. He just apologized, explained himself, asked to be forgiven. But Newt shut him up halfway through, smiling. “Nothing to forgive, ya shank,” Newt laughed, clapping him on the back.

Minho backed up, and he and a couple other boys looked at you. They all wondered your reaction. You wondered your own reaction. Newt looked at you quietly, licking his lips and opening his mouth a few times before closing it. With a small frown, he looked back up, the frown becoming a small, thin, upturned smile.

“He was caught beating eggs,” was his only response. And everyone was confused. “Excuse me?” you deadpanned, your throat clenching and your voice breaking just the smallest bit as you stepped forward, hoping you heard him wrong - but no, everyone heard him say it. “Why did the chef get arrested?” Newt asked as if it would answer everything. “He was caught beating eggs,” he supplied after another quiet minute. You stepped toward him, looking at him, tears in your eyes.

Stepping closer to you, Newt looked into your eyes, his hand softly tracing your cheek bone and bottom lip, almost as if he wanted to remember every small curve of your body. “Y/N-” Newt breathed out, but your hand flew up, slapping him across the face. He stepped back, his face thrown to the side. His own hand now came up, holding the reddening cheek as he looked at you, hurt and confused.

“Two years,” you whispered, tears gathering up and slowly blinding your vision. “Two years without you. And you first decide to finish that stupid joke?” you asked. And Newt looked down, frowning as if he knew he was stupid for saying what he just did. He opened his mouth the apologize, to correct himself, to say he was stupid, but you grabbed his hips, pulling him back to you, your lips smashing against his. It hurt, your lips were chapped and so were his and your cheeks red from having dust, sand, and wind whip at the skin. And you were crying.

“I love you, you slinthead. So... much,” you said, your voice cracking towards the end as you let more tears stream down silently. And that was not the response anyone imagined or expected, especially not Newt. “I love you too, shank,” he smiled down, caressing your jaw and looking over your face, putting each feature to memory.

And after another couple minutes of quiet in the room, Newt turned to look at everyone, grinning a wide smile. “Bet you shanks are tired, yea? Well... guess it’s a good thing I kind of got it all set up,” he grinned even wider. With a confused glance from the group, Newt beckoned them to follow him. He opened up the first door on his left and showed a small room. “These rooms used to be a couple of break rooms, storage rooms, some had lockers, others were just places designated for specific items... but... I hoped you all would get here one day, that I would find a way to bring you out here... so I set them up...  few too many up,” he mumbled the last part, a small frown as he took in the small group, but smiled back at his friends and the new faces he had yet to meet. After opening a dozen of doors, Newt showed everyone a room, letting them all fall into which ever one and claiming their own places. Then, he went around another corner in the wide space and showed them where the boxes of pillows, blankets, and other things were. He sheepishly explained how he cleared it all out, making small walls of the boxes and organizing them into things he needed, wanted, and had no use for. “I had a lot of free time, I guess,” he mumbled.

Lastly, he showed everyone where the food was - boxes of canned foods, boxed food, and things of the like. He also pointed out a small hallway, exclaiming that there were a couple of restrooms down the hall and the rooms each had several bathrooms but only two showers each. He explained how the place was a warehouse but was also set up for truck drivers to come in and eat, rest, and shower between stops. He showed the signs, pointed out some small books, and just kind of awkwardly ‘welcomed everyone home’.

The entire time, you held onto his hand, your eyes staring at him intently. Everyone had finally gone to their own spaces. Some were in their rooms, lying down, others were in the ‘living room’, sprawled out and talking, Thomas leading the discussion of “what’s next” with Minho by his side, ridiculing him but also suggesting other ideas, being both helpful and sassy - as per usual. You stood off to the side with Newt, your lips pressing kisses to his dirty skin and quiet whispers of ‘I missed you’, ‘i love you’, ‘i thought I lost you’ being the only things said. Hours later, everyone called it a night. Several of the boys showered, including Teresa, and they all grabbed some food and blankets, making themselves at home. It wasn’t quiet, the howling of the wind loud in the tall, open room and the small chatter between two people here and there still heard - but it was... safe, for the time being. And that’s all anyone asked for.

“Hey,” Newt said, brushing some hair from your forehead, looking down at you slightly, “let’s go get you cleaned up.” You nodded and watched him as he turned around, rummaging through a box and pulling out a couple pairs of clean clothes. He also found boxes of clothes - “but only a few boxes of clothes worthy of being worn in this hell hole”, he had claimed to the others earlier. But everyone got clean clothes, pillows, blankets, food, showers - they were all taken care of for the moment in the best way manageable.

Newt led you down the hallway on the far right side of the building. It was further away from everyone else than you thought was normal, but you couldn’t blame Newt for the lay of the land, per say. Entering one of the bathrooms, clothes in hand, you looked around, seeing one of the large open stalls. Behind you, you heard the door click shut and another click. A lock. Turning around, you were immediately pushed into the coolness of the tiled wall, clothes dropped and Newt holding you against his body, leaving barely enough room to breathe.

“I missed you,” he whispered between kisses you. And you knew - you knew by how he acted. In the Glade, two years ago, the shy boy was barely okay with cuddling at night and sharing kisses in front of other Gladers. He was a playful person, never too intimate. He preferred the jokingness of your relationship, and honestly, you did too then. But now, his hands were up your shirt, his hands gripping your sides, right above where your hips ended and curved into your sides. His thumbs gently rubbed the skin on your stomach and sides, his mouth moving to your jaw, his teeth grazing your skin and his lips leading to your neck where his tongue pressed against it, making a small noise of content flow from your lips.

Your hands gripped into his back, pulling him closer, your hips jutting out to press into him as he gently sucked a mark into your skin, his lips and hands touching everything and everywhere. His lips soon went to your ear, gently nipping at the skin just below. “Let me show you how much I missed you,” he whispered, and you groaned quietly because yes, you knew where this was going and you wanted it to go in that direction just as much as he did.

you Pulled him back, reconnection your lips, your hands sliding his shirt above his head, only breaking your kiss for the second it took for the clothing to move over his head. And then your hands were in his pants, all but tearing them off the lean frame. And after, his hands returned the favor, slipping off each piece of clothing of yours until you were both bare, pressed against the still cool wall and his body trapping you there. Pulling back Newt sucked in a breath of air, before looking to his right, smiling at you briefly, and then moving towards the shower, turning on the warm water until it was just the right temperature. While he did so you watched him, watching the muscles in his back move s his arms moved and his body leaned forward. And you memorized every bit of movement, curve, and dip his body had. You loved the dirty, blonde Brit more than you could even imagine yourself.

“Come on, babydoll,” Newt murmured, grabbing your wrists and pulling you into the shower with him. He pulled your back to his chest, letting you face the water. You groaned at the warm water hit your body. It felt nice to have it run down your body. But after a second, you realize that water wasn’t the only thing running down your skin as you felt the ever gentle presence of Newt’s hands skimming down your shoulders, his hands finding your chest and sliding underneath your boobs, both hands skimming their way down your stomach and out against to your hips, and down your thighs. His hands stopped at the insides of your thighs, gently rubbing the inside of your thighs with his thumbs before his hands came back up, repeating his touches in reverse.

“I missed you,” he whispered, kissing your neck softly. With a small sigh, you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, his head already dipped down to kiss your shoulder and collarbone. Your lips pressed against his ear gently and you whispered as quietly as you could. “Then don’t tell me. Show me how you felt every day without me,” you whispered, your hands stopping his soft, light touches on your sides, instead of pulling them up to grab your chest. “I don’t want to hear you say you missed me, I just want to feel it,” you mumbled again into his ear, squeezing your hands around his, causing you to bite your own lip as a soft sigh came out. Because yes, Newt was touching you. His hands were covering your body. He was there. But it still felt like a fucking dream, one you would wake up from and go to the Deadheads and cry about. You wanted to feel him.

After a brief pause, Newt squeezed tighter, causing you to gasp louder this time as his thumbs found their way your nipples, rubbing the soft circles over the sensitive skin like he had done to your thighs. “I never thought you would ask,” he mumbled into your neck, and you felt the playful smile before his lips latched onto the skin, his teeth coming out and biting down just enough to make you moan out because, okay, yea that definitely wasn’t from a dream.

Newt’s hands slid down your body, much rougher this time. His hands slipped from your chest and fell down your sides, his hands following the dip of your curves until they came to your thighs and his hands paused briefly. before moving between your thighs once more, only this time pulling them apart, making you widen your stance. His lips now trace a line to the back of your neck, kissing down slowly as his tongue left a faint trail, making you shudder. “You’ll feel this,” Newt whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, as he began to kiss down your back. Suddenly, a hand came up and grabbed the back of your neck gently, he pushed you against the wall, your hands instinctively coming up to brace yourself as you leaned your forehead against the cool tile.

You leaned against the wall, your back arching out, and your legs spread apart. Newt’s lips still kissed down your back until he came to the bottom of your lower back, he pulled back and placed a faint, soft kiss on the right side of your ass, causing you to blush because that was oddly dainty and oddly unpredicted. But then a small, faint yelp came from your lips as a wet, flat smack came right after, replacing the spot that his lips had just occupied. His hand was thin and wide, but the water from the shower made it sting just a bit more - a part of you liking the sensation more than you’d care to ever admit to the Brit.

Newt bit his lip, the hand resting on your ass slipping down between your legs, his fingers a bit clumsily feeling around, but then he found it - and you let him know he did too. His middle finger fell to fest right above your slit, and you whimpered very quietly because you were already worked up and you needed him to just touch you, feel you, something. And that small, faint touch was such a tease.

With a prideful smirk, Newt leaned forward, his lips kissing your shoulder and biting gently as he slowly moved his finger in a circle, and you groaned, pressing back a bit further. He bit down harder on the skin on your shoulder, applying a small amount more pressure onto your clit, sending the bundle of nerves into an almost frenzy of feeling. You gasped, arching your back slightly, but then it was gone. Instead, you felt two fingers gently running down from your clit, in search of Newt’s next target, which he found quickly.

Circling the opening gently, Newt pressed gently, and you’ll admit it hurt, a bit uncomfortable, but Newt slid his other hand from your hip around and continued to massage your clit gently, his middle finger flicking it and causing you to moan again. This time, your body welcomed the probing finger. ANd slowly, Newt slid a finger in, only moving it only you assured that it didn’t hurt. But with him flicking your clit the way he was a finger wasn’t enough and you begged, and you soon learned that was a mistake. “Again,” Newt commanded his voice breathless sounding. “Please... Please add another one, please Newt,” you whimpered, just needing him to add the next fucking finger, and he did.

And again, two fingers became too little, and another was added. But then, three fingers weren’t enough, and you were arching your back, pushing down onto his hand, and all but getting on your knees and begging. Although that last idea might just work, you thought briefly. But quickly you noticed Newt’s hands and fingers were gone, instead, they were on your shoulders, flipping you around and turning your body around.You opened your mouth to protest, but Newt pressed a finger to your open lips.

Instead, the blond boy sank to his knees, his hands pushing your thighs apart even more again as he moved himself to be kneeling right in front of you. Your breathing hitched as his one hand came up and grabbed underneath your knee, lifting your leg over your shoulder as his hands moved up a bit to hold your thighs open wide. And soon, you felt pure bliss. Newt pressed a flat tongue against your clit, the slight roughness from the small bumps on his tongue making you want to squeal and scream. Instead, your hands made their way to his hair, gripping it tightly. His tongue mimicked his fingers from before, flicking lazily over your clit a few times before sliding down lower, circling the tip of his tongue around your entrance.

Stubbornly, and very desperately, you pulled him up by his hair, forcing his tongue back on your clit, and moaned with satisfaction, leaning your head back as his tongue went to work. He gently sucked, barely tugging at the bundle of nerves, but the sensation drove you insane, making your knees all but buckle. You braced yourself on your boyfriend’s shoulder, and with a prideful smirk, he glanced up at you, sucking again, before letting go and flicking his tongue against your clit with a small clip from his own mouth. And that was almost you undoing. “Please... please, please, just please Newt. I’m so close it hurts,” you whimpered, and your body actually hurt from all the teasing.

“Again,” Newt said, but you looked at him with a pleading look silently. This only made him do the motion again, his hand pulling your hips closer, making half of your back come off the wall and he pushed you up against his mouth, his hand coming up and smacking you on the ass like he did at the start of all this, his tongue doing the small flick against you and you cried out, a strained mix of a moan and a whimper coming out. “Please, please, please, please! I’m begging you, Newt, please, fucking please,” you all but yelled. And those were the secret words Newt apparently needed to hear before he pulled away, a wild glint in his eye as he smirked slightly.

He stood up, silencing your protests as his hands easily and quickly turned you around again to face the wall. Newt nudged your feet with his own, forcing you to spread your legs even further. His hands came up and pushed you against the wall, your face pressed against the wall, allowing you to see Newt from the corner of your eye now. His hands next grabbed your own hands, pinning them both above your head, only on one of his hands holding them in place. “Ready, baby girl?” he murmured gently, kissing your back again before trailing the tip of his tongue down your spine, a teasing reminder of where that tongue had just been and what it had just done.

“Fucking, please! Please, I’ll do anything,”  you whined,  pressing your hips back to grind into him, eliciting a groan from his own lips. With a mumbled response he gripped your wrists tighter in his one hand. It was quiet besides the water and nothing seemed to happen for what felt like ages. You were about to complain, to beg some more, to demand he just do it already, and then you felt the push of his tip, pressing into you. With a gasp, you pushed back, causing Newt to curse himself as you pushed more of himself into you. WIth a whine, you tried to push your hips back more, unable to without moving your feet.

Seeming to understand, Newt pushed forward more, moaning and leaning his forehead on your back as he did so. “Oh bloody hell,” Newt mumbled, pushing into you more, all the way until he bottomed out. His hand left your wrists instead coming to move hair from the back of your neck to kiss the skin. With a whine you rolled your hips forward then back again, quietly asking for more. And without a word, Newt’s hands traveled down and once again gripped your chest, his thumbs finding their place back onto your nipples. Your own hands braced themselves flat on the wall as you gasped.

After a sound of pleasure from behind you, you felt Newt pull his hips back, then snap them forward, making you feel like you were on cloud nine. His thumbs continued to rub circles into your nipples, but one made its way down between your thighs again, and instead rubbed slow, teasing circles around your clit.

You whimpered, pressing back into Newt. “Faster, please,” you whispered. Newt slowed to a painful pace.”WHat?” he mused. “Faster,” you whispered again, and Newt flicked both your nipple and clit, slowing down even more. Banging a hand on the wall you groaned, whining from the back of your throat. “Please, faster, harder, Newt just fuck me,” you whimpered out finally, and it took less than a second for him to comply.

His hips pulled back and snapped forward, pulling himself almost all the way out, only leaving an inch in before he shoved himself all the way back in. You moaned loudly as did he. His hand now simply squeezed your one boob, his palm kneading into it every now and again, his other hand at work between your legs, flicking your clit in rhythm with his hips.

“Newt,” you whimper, quietly at first. “Newt,” you moaned out, your arms getting weaker along with your legs, your head tipping back towards him. “Newt,” you half yelled, your voice cracking halfway through his name. Your knees buckled partially, but they still held you up. All you saw was white for a few seconds, your body straining and you felt the orgasm shoot all throughout your body, your muscles clenching around Newt, making him whine in the back of his throat before thrusting forward again, his own half shout coming along with himself.

You both were quiet and stilled for a couple minutes, Newt staying inside of you as you braced yourself on the wall and he braced himself against both you and the wall. You felt him getting softer inside you and almost missed the feeling, but then he slowly moved and rocked his hips again, circling the tired, over loaded bundle of nerves between your thighs again. With a half cry, you whimpered, falling against the wall. “Feels too good,” you whimpered, “it hurts.” Newt slowly continued to circle your clit, and you continued to moan and whimper, you body writhing. He was soft now, and after only a couple of rocks into you he pulled himself out, making you gasp as the loss of sensation, but you went right back to a whimper, his finger pressing into you a bit more and quickening.

His lips pressed to your ear and his other hand now held onto your thigh, supporting you and holding you up a bit as he pressed himself against your backside, his finger flicking and circling your clit faster and making you all but cry from pleasure. “Come on, you can cum again, just one more time,” Newt whispered and you almost wanted to refuse, ask him to stop, but you didn’t know why you thought it hurt too much but the pleasure was just too intense for your weakened body. “Cum for me,” Newt asked, gently, and his teeth pulled at your earlobe, his finger flicking again. You moaned a broken, quiet moan. After only a couple more flicks from his finger, you came for the second time, your muscles clenched harshly and your body felt like it had ran for five days straight. You leaned against the wall slumped.

Newt slowly sank to the floor of the shower, pulling you onto his lap as you leaned into him. Reaching up he felt inside the wall built in shelf in the shower, pulling out soap, his hands washing you gently, humming softly as he massaged your scalp ad shampooed your hair, washing himself off between his actions.

After another twenty minutes in the shower, Newt finally washed you both off. You finally stood up, your body still sore and tired. He sat you down on a small bench outside the shower on top of a towel and dried you off as best as he could. After drying himself off also he pulled your hair up, tying it up for you before he helped you get dressed before himself. Once all was said and done, he tossed the towels and dirty clothes to the side, mumbling about getting them tomorrow. He slowly and gently led you to his room, laying you down into his bed and shutting the door before crawling in and tucking you both in. He turned to face you his hand rubbing up and down your side softly, rubbing your back as he did so.

“I missed you,” Newt murmured.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, your voice broken a bit and your words flowing a bit too smoothly together.

“And I am so, so sorry. I never wanted to leave the Maze... to leave you. I tried to get back in, to find you... but those people, they wouldn’t let me. Wouldn’t even let me see you on a camera or a picture or send a note. But when I could... I escaped, and I found this and knew I had to make sure I had somewhere to bring you once I found you again,” Newt mumbled. With a  smile, you kissed his lips gently.

“I'm sorry,” Newt mumbled, looking at the sheets. “Don't be, I still have you,” you whispered, pulling his chin up to kiss him softly again, assuring him that he didn’t need to be sorry.

Silence. A comfortable, peaceful silence.

“Hey Newt?” you asked softly.

“Yea?”

“What do you get from a pampered cow?”

“...I don’t know, what?” he asked, smiling gently.