Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Kisses

Set in the Maze Runner au
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Peaceful silence filled the glade, distant mumbling of the Gladers could be heard as the leaves swayed in the wind. She was straddling his lap, moaning into his mouth as she ran her fingers through his brown hair.

His tongue demanded more of her, groaning into her mouth as he drowned in the sweet taste of her pink lips. She deepened the kiss, making him breathless as she pressed her smaller body against his.

He pulled her closer on his lap, lost in the essence of her as his large hand wandered underneath her shirt. They drowned in each other until their lungs gasped for air.

They were both breathing heavily, their lips swollen as they stared at each other.
"Do you feel better now?" She whispered, breathlessly as she tried to catch her breath.
"No...." He muttered, slightly panting as he stared at her dazed. His brown eyes were darkened, looking at the state of her perched on his lap.

"Now?" Teresa whispered, softly as she pressed another kiss on his aching lips.
"No...." Thomas muttered, quietly as he stared at her swollen pink lips. He couldn't get enough of her.
"Now, Tom?" She whispered, softly as she pressed another kiss on his aching lips again. Her cheeks flushed red, feeling his large hand underneath her shirt as his fingers caressed her bare skin.

"No...." He murmured into her skin as he greedily planted wet heated kisses along her neck.
She moaned, quietly as her fingers threaded through his hair. All she could see and feel was him, loving his touch.

He feverishly sucked the soft skin of her collarbone, her gasp filling his ears as he groaned against her skin.
"Tom...." She moaned, breathlessly as she clutched his shirt. The two were so lost in one another, they didn't hear the approaching footsteps heading in their direction.

A loud cough suddenly broke the silence, causing their heads to turn towards their amused friends. Teresa flushed red in embarrassment, knowing she looked like a mess due to Thomas's wandering hands.

"Don't we get kisses too, shank?" Minho spoke, a smirk on his face as he stared at them. He briefly heard Newt snickering behind him.
It was amusing to them, watching the attraction between the two grow stronger by the day in the glade.

"They're mine." Thomas responded, annoyed as he stared at Minho. He tightened his hold on her small waist, keeping her pressed against his chest. The thought of sharing Teresa or her intoxicating kisses left a foul taste in his mouth and the feeling of coiling snakes in his stomach, something he disliked.

Her cheeks were flushing more red by the minute at his words, knowing what he meant as she stared at him in adoration.
His brown eyes were darkened as he noticed the kiss marks he made on her neck, marking her as his. He only wanted her kisses to belong to him.

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 :)