Be It Or Not Unbreakable Bond (Thomesa)

Chapter 35

Distant hustle of people busy with their day could be heard as the leaves swayed in the cold breeze. It was late morning and she was headed towards the mess hall, feeling hungry for leftover breakfast. Sounds of pans and pots could be heard from the kitchen, making her walk even faster.

Teresa hoped there was some food left and after the morning she had, she needed the energy. Her cheeks flushed red at the morning they had, forgetting about their work and instead exchanging in heated kisses.

She lost herself to him again and felt her flush intensify as she remembered his groans and greedy mouth against her soft skin, wanting to mark every inch of her. All she did was breathlessly clung to his frame and drowned in his addicting touch.

She giggled how she persuaded Thomas to get dressed for his run with Minho and shoved him into the shower, even if it felt too comfortable to move from his strong arms.

Teresa shyly entered the hall, finding it somewhat empty with few people and headed towards the leftover food. She happily started helping herself to some jam tarts and fruits, feeling her stomach grumble.

Her plate was soon loaded with whatever was left from this morning and quietly sat on a empty table. She moaned in bliss as she swallowed bites of the jam tart down her throat, feeling better already.

The low mumbling of the few people in the hall filled the air as she quickly devoured her portion of food. Her mind was busy swirling with the memory of becoming Thomas's wife soon.

She sighed fondly at the thought of him, absently rubbing a kiss mark on her neck as pleasant tingles spread through her body. Lost in her deep thoughts, she didn't notice someone sitting now opposite her.

"Hey, Teresa." Gally spoke, calmly as he stared at her. He never interacted much with Teresa since she came back alive, feeling somewhat resentment for her. It was cooling down now, his resentment fading and almost gone. This was the girl Thomas was so hung up on and unable to forget.

"Hi Gally." Teresa responded, quietly as his voice startled her. She knew Gally didn't like talking to her, something she noticed.

"I just wanted to say we should put the past behind us. In the end you saved the greenie's life and that's a lot. Truce?" Gally muttered, quietly as he extended his hand out to her. He was honestly willing to let her previous actions be left in the past and enjoy their present time in paradise.

"Truce." She whispered, softly as she slowly shook his hand. It was a relief to her that Gally was willing to trust her in time and maybe they could be good allies one day.

Her heart felt lighter at the thought of both Minho and Gally trying to move on from the past and be friends with her again. She watched Gally nod with a unnoticeable smile on his face before leaving the hall.

Teresa looked down at her food, finding she was done and quickly left the tray in the waste. She left the mess hall and headed towards the Med-Jacks hut, wanting to help out again.

The door was strangely open as she hesitantly entered and took in her surroundings. Thomas and Minho were here. The sound of the door opening echoed as their heads snapped to her and saw her stand there frozen.

Her blue eyes instantly locked with familiar brown eyes as they stared at each other before she noticed the bandage on his arm. He was hurt. She slowly walked towards him, worry spreading through her chest as he silently stared at her.

"He's ok, Teresa. The shank fell down a ditch and hit his arm." Minho spoke, calmly as he noticed Teresa's concerned expression. He saw her sit next to Thomas, staring at the bandage with worried blue eyes.

"I told you to stay safe, Tom...." Teresa whispered, softly as she lightly touched his arm.
"I'm sorry, Teresa...." Thomas muttered under his breath as he caressed her cheek lovingly.
"Are you sure your ok?" She muttered, softly as she stared at him. Her chest was aching at seeing him hurt like this even if it was a small wound.

"I'm fine...." He whispered, quietly as he was mesmerised by her beautiful blue eyes. He felt her lean into his touch and saw her lightly stroke his bandage before softly kissing it.
"Better?" She whispered, softly as she moved closer to him.
His brown eyes held a soft glimmer as he stared at her before he slowly nodded.

"No more kisses for you, Tom...." She muttered, quietly as she frowned at him. It was his punishment for getting hurt and making her worry.
"Teresa....what...." He muttered back, shocked as he intently stared at her. He couldn't live without her intoxicating kisses.

"You got hurt...." She whispered, softly as she pointed at his bandaged arm. She herself loved kissing him but she had to stay strong, it was his punishment.

"No....A kiss would make me feel better...." He whispered back, quietly as he desperately tried to turn the tables. He briefly heard Minho leaving the hut, mumbling about virgin eyes again.

"I already kissed it, Tom...." She muttered, confused as she stared at him.
"It'll heal me, Teresa...." He murmured, softly as he stared at her pink lips. He slightly moved closer and rubbed her pink lip with his thumb longingly.

"You made my lips swollen this morning." Teresa whispered under her breath as her cheeks flushed red at her words. He smirked at her red flushed cheeks as he remembered this morning and how he couldn't get enough of her.
"This will help me feel better." Thomas muttered, softly as he watched her process his words.

"Will it?" She giggled, playfully as she found it adorable he loved her kisses that much. The sweet sound of her laugh made Thomas smile, happy she wasn't worried about his arm anymore.
"Your lips are very soft...." He murmured, softly as his brown eyes darkened at her pulling her pink lip behind her teeth.

"Shut up." Teresa giggled as she clutched his shirt and brought his face closer to hers until their noses gently touched. Screw his punishment, he was too adorable. She slanted her mouth against his, greedily as she ran her fingers through his brown hair. He moaned, returning the kiss with equal passion and drowned in the sweet taste of her pink lips.

His tongue desperately demanded more of her, loving her taste as he gently lifted her onto his lap. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his large hand slip into her shirt as she deepened the kiss. He tilted his head and groaned as he tasted more of her. They drowned in each other again until their lungs gasped for air.

They were both breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together as they stared at one another.
"Are....are you healed?" She whispered, breathlessly as she tried to calm her breathing and stared at him.
"Yeah...." He whispered back, breathing heavily as he stared at her with darkened brown eyes.

"Good...." Teresa muttered, softly as she pressed a final kiss on his aching lips. She slowly got off his lap she was perched on and softly smiled at him.
"I told Minho about marrying you, Teresa." Thomas whispered, quietly as he laced his fingers with hers. He couldn't wait to be tied to her forever as husband and wife.
"It was actually his idea."

"Ok....I'm looking forward to being your wife...." She whispered back, softly as she squeezed his hand. She wanted to live the rest of her life with only him.
"Me too...." He muttered under his breath as he lifted their joined hands and pressed a soft kiss on her palm.

"Just be careful on your runs with Minho. I worry about you, Tom." She muttered, quietly as she stared at him. She couldn't lose him.
"I know...." He whispered, softly as he caressed her cheek. They sat in comfortable silence, their hands tightly entwined.

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 :)