Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Arrival II

Set in the Maze Runner au
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Several days had passed. The leaves swayed in the breeze, peaceful silence filled the air as faint mumbling of the Gladers could heard in the distance.
"Your so warm...." She whispered, softly as she burrowed further into his chest.

Her hand slowly clutched his shirt, dark raven hair sprayed against his forearm as her small body stayed pressed against his. The hammock slightly swinged side to side by the wind as his arm was draped around her small waist, keeping her close.

Her eyes were closed in bliss, loving his warmth as she briefly felt him press a soft kiss on her head. His head lazily rested against hers, breathing her in as he chuckled at her words.

Thomas grabbed some strands of her soft raven hair, twirling it around his fingers playfully before softly kissing it. He still couldn't believe this beautiful girl and him knew each other before the maze, even if they don't remember now.

They were quietly relaxing together on his hammock, cocooned in each other's warmth and dozing off in the comfortable silence. Teresa buried her face in his chest, happily absorbing his warmth as she felt him playing with her hair. She wanted to stay here in his arms forever.

Thomas gently grabbed her wrist, causing her to look up at him confused as he caressed her wrist with his thumb and kissed her soft skin. Her cheeks flushed red at his actions, pleasant tingles spread through her body as she stared up at his brown eyes.

He smirked at her red flushed cheeks, loving her reaction to his touch as he caressed her rosy cheek. Their eyes locked, burning with an unknown connection as they stared at one another.

Unaware, the Gladers watched the only girl clinging in the arms of their newest runner. They were curious on how the girl knew his name yet didn't remember him, it was a mystery.

"I think Tommy has taken a fancy to her, Minho." Newt snickered as he spotted the two gazing into each other's eyes, oblivious to the outside world.
"The shank is probably in love with her if he's kissing her hair already." Minho responded, a smirk plastered on his face as he saw the soft expression on Thomas's face.

"Teresa, why don't you cuddle with me?" Chuck spoke, pouting playfully as he walked up to their hammock and breaking their staring match. Teresa's head turned towards Chuck, her cheeks still flushed red as she stared up at his adorable grumpy face.

"Ok." She giggled as she saw his pout and tried to shift out of Thomas's strong arms, releasing her hand from his shirt. His hold on her waist tightened, keeping her pressed against his chest as she felt him lightly stroke her hair.

"Maybe later, Chuck." Thomas spoke, softly as he felt too comfortable with her in his arms and nuzzled her head in bliss. He didn't feel like sharing her right now, even for Chuck.

"Sorry." Teresa whispered, quietly as she gave a apologetic look to Chuck and saw him nod with a small smile. She snuggled back into his chest and happily burrowed in his warmth, making Thomas smile.

The Gladers continued watching the two cuddling on the hammock, slightly envying Thomas for having a girl wrapped in his arms as they glanced at each other. They quickly averted their gaze when they saw Thomas's head turned in their direction, not wanting him to know they were staring at him cuddling with Teresa.

"Come on. Let's leave the loved up shanks alone." Minho spoke, smirk still on his face as he started walking away towards the map room with Newt. All the Gladers nodded in agreement, leaving the couple alone as Thomas and Teresa fell asleep in each other's arms.

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 :)