Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Bickering

Set in the Maze Runner au
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He decided he couldn't take it anymore as he stared at her biting her soft pink lips, her beautiful blue eyes intently staring elsewhere. Her mind looked occupied, deep in thought as her raven hair swayed in the breeze.

He smirked thinking about the other night on how the two of them made each other's lips swollen, breathing heavy and cocooned in warmth. Brushing his hands on his knees, Thomas calmly approached her, a mischievous look glinting in his brown eyes.

She squeaked surprised when she spotted his figure approaching, their eyes locked as they burned with an unknown connection. Tilting her head to the side, she quickly frowned at him which he still found strangely adorable. Teresa knew immediately what he was doing and cautiously took a few steps back, hearing Newt's snickers in the distance.

"No! Tom, stay back!" She warned with a slight laugh, holding out her hand to stop him. The sweet sound of her laugh encouraged him as he smirked with his arms wide open, ready to scoop her up in a hug.

"You're all sweaty," Teresa annoyingly muttered, watching the drops of sweat run down his forehead and steep through his shirt. It reminded her of small diamonds sparkling in the light as her cheeks flushed red just thinking about him like that, making her heart beat slightly faster.

His brown hair was flattened and hair strands sprayed over his forehead, contrasting over his brown eyes.

The way he stared at her like this, all sweaty and happy to see her after a tiring day of running sent pleasant tingles spreading through her body. Honestly, she would rather keep it to herself than admitting it to him.

"And what?" he asked softly as he chuckled at her response, finding her quite irresistible. It was a desired thrill to him, having her undivided attention as he spotted the playful look in her beautiful blue eyes.

"Well....you..." Teresa paused, apparently not quite sure what she was going to say next as she quickly stuck her tongue at him instead.
"Teresa, admit it. You think I'm attractive when I'm sweaty" Thomas answered, his lips tilting up into a grin as he watched her take another step back.

He briefly saw Minho loudly cough under his breath and roll his eyes "The ugly shank can't stay away from his girlfriend for one minute, I swear."
Newt laughed, nodding in agreement as he saw the two bickering again.
The other Gladers continued on busy with their responsibilities, paying no attention to the infamous couple as they were now used to their antics.

"I most certainly do not!" She yelled, embarrassed as she determinedly stood in place. Her fingers fiddled with her shirt, feeling herself becoming lost in his brown eyes as she waited for him to reach her.

"It's ok to admit it, Teresa" He spoke softly, continuing to grin down at her as he stood a few inches away.
"I don't!" She yelped quietly, her cheeks flushing more red by the minute as they stared at one another.

"Well, I think you're attractive. Even when you look lost." Thomas muttered gently, his brown eyes holding a joyful glimmer as he glanced at her pink lips longingly.
"I don't look lost. I was just thinking." She responded quickly, stepping closer as if drawn to him by an unknown force.

"You....You just keep getting cuter..." He answered softly, mesmerised by her beautiful blue eyes.
"Shut up, shuckface." Teresa giggled as she clutched his shirt and pulled him towards her, their noses gently brushing.

She slanted her mouth over his, greedily as her fingers threaded through his sweaty brown hair. Thomas moaned, instinctively wrapping his arms around her small waist as he returned her kiss with equal passion.

His tongue demanded more of her, drowning in her sweet taste as he deepened the kiss. Teresa gently tugged his hair, making him breathless as her small body pressed into his. The two remained so lost in each other as the outside world turned faded and silent.

"Ha, Told you slinthead. He always gets distracted by her." Minho spoke, crossing his arms across his chest victoriously as he spotted the pair kissing.
"Tommy can't resist those bloody blue eyes of hers, apparently" Newt grumbled in mock annoyance as he snickered inwardly at Thomas's past confession to him about Teresa.

"You want to interrupt them or shall I?" Minho responded, smirk plastered on his face as he saw Thomas's hand slightly slip up Teresa's shirt. He found it hilarious that they completely forgot about their surroundings.

"Well, I don't fancy getting ripped to shreds by Thomas for interrupting his time with Teresa." Newt answered as he rolled his eyes at Minho's stupidity. He grabbed Minho by the arm, dragging him towards the map room as he briefly heard Minho grumbling in agreement and left the couple alone.

Author's Note: Please do comment what you think so far of the story. It really helps motivate me by hearing your thoughts. I'm hoping to update soon :)