Maze Runner - Oneshots and Imagines

Waking Up - Gally

I awoke with a sneeze. I yawned and stretched my arms, slowly opened my eyes and blinked a few times. Bright sunlight shone through the small window, stinging in my eyes at first. When I tried to put my arm back down and accidentally brushed someones hair I had to smile. I turned my head sideways to face the beautiful man next to me.

Gally was still sleeping, his breathing regular and his face relaxed. I felt an intense wave of happiness wash over me while I watched him sleep. He seemed so peaceful. Maybe, for once, he was not having a nightmare. I rolled onto my side to get a better look at him and had to stifle a laugh when he suddenly started snoring. 

It was adorable, like a toddler sleeping. His short hair fell into his face when he tried to turn around but couldn't because I was still lying on his right arm. Slowly, I raised my hand to put the strand of hair back, watching in admiration as it fell down again a moment later. I laughed silently at my hopeless try.

Being with Gally felt so comfortable, natural even. As if it was supposed to be this way. Like I was supposed to wake up next to him, supposed to fall asleep in his arms. I felt home whenever I was around him and a part of myself was missing every time we were apart. I smiled and snuggled a bit closer to him, surprised by the feeling of bare skin.

I lifted the blanket we were curled up under a few inches and realised Gally went to sleep without a shirt on yesterday. Probably all of his were dirty from work and he hadn't washed them in months. I wanted to roll my eyes at the thought but they were fixed on Gally's muscular chest. It was shucking unfair he was that fit while I was basically a potato with clothes on.

I checked him out shamelessly. I was allowed to, right? It wasn't my fault he went to bed shirtless after all.

Biting my lower lip I allowed my gaze to follow the structure of his arms, his collarbones, his chest, his abs. God, this man was so attractive. I didn't know what I would do if I didn't already call him mine. Once again I raised my hand, this time not to put his hair back. 

Carefully, as if I was touching something so sensitive it could break just from the weight of my fingertips, I put a finger on his lower arm. I looked up at him, making sure he was still fast asleep. I didn't want to wake him up, but I couldn't resist letting my fingers trail up his strong biceps. I was still furiously biting my lower lip, which had to be used to it by now. Somehow it always had to suffer when I was spending time with Gally.

My fingertip had reached his shoulder and I drew a little circle on his naked skin. It felt surprisingly soft, even though it had to stand so much klunk everyday - sunlight, ice-cold water because the boys apparently didn't need a hot shower, daily work, all the injuries and wounds. I smiled, allowing my fingertips to touch his collarbone, slowly working their way towards his chest. Gally was tanned. 

Shuck, what was he not? He was absolutely perfect, perfect for me. I was the luckiest person in this shucking place. I got to touch him. Only me. He was just mine.

I looked up at his relaxed face once again, fighting the sudden urge to kiss him. He was still sleeping, he looked so peaceful and comfortable. I didn't want to wake him up, even though he would have probably enjoyed it.

Instead, I smiled again and focused on my finger, which was still resting on his torso. I gently moved it down to his stomach, enjoying the little contact. Very carefully I started writing imaginary words on his abs, letting my fingers trail up and down, from side to side, trying to touch every inch of Gally's exposed body.

I zoned out while staring at him, still moving my finger, drawing patterns on his skin without a particular intention behind them. When I had reached Gally's waistband absentmindedly, I snapped out of the train of random thoughts that had crossed my mind the past few minutes. A hand had grabbed mine, stopping it from going any further. It took me a moment to realise what had just happened.

"Gally", I squealed surprised. He laughed at my reaction, but I frowned. "How long have you been awake?"

"I dunno", he answered, but I noticed the poorly hidden smirk on his face and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Since the third or fourth pattern maybe."

First I exhaled, relieved that he hadn't noticed me checking him out earlier. Then realisation hit me. How would he know it was the third or fourth pattern if he woke up just then?

"Slinthead!", I grunted and tried to slap his chest with my hand, but Gally still hadn't let go of it. Now he was smirking wide and I knew he was going to make fun of me for it for the rest of the day, if not even week.

I tried to hide the blush that crept up my face in embarrassment by snuggling closer up to him and burying my face in his chest. I sighed with pleasure when Gally put my hand back onto his chest and wrapped his arms around me instead. I loved when we cuddled like this - it made me feel safe, even in a strange place like that godforsaken stonebox we were locked in.

Gally planted a kiss on my head and laughed when I tried to rub it off again like a three-years-old. "It was cute", he stated after a few moments of silence. I looked up at him to see whether he was being sarcastic, but he wasn't. He was smiling, yes, but not in a teasing way. He looked at me and I looked back, my heart racing as if I had just run a marathon.

"Gally?", I asked, putting his hair behind his ear so I didn't have to look into his eyes anymore - I just couldn't stand him, another second and I would have probably melted away into a little puddle of love, no matter how cheesy it sounded. "Mhm?", he mumbled, his eyes still fixed on my face. Internally I gathered all the courage I had left and looked back at him while he took my hand and planted a kiss on it before putting it back onto his chest a second time.

"Why did you stop me?"