Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Comfort

Set during the Death Cure au
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It was dark and dim lighting from the moon peeked through the holes, crickets could be faintly heard in the distance as she stared out the window. She just couldn't sleep.

The steady breathing of her friends surrounded her, scattered around the secure abandoned warehouse as her mind swirled with the memory of Minho being taken by WICKED. She felt useless sometimes.

Glimpses of mapping papers and guns could be seen on the centre table as they planned a rescue mission to get their friend back, with the Right Arm's help. They had made it to Denver.

The sudden sound of rustling echoed against the walls, startling her as she glanced around in confusion. It sounded like blankets were loudly being twisted and moved around. Was someone awake?

Teresa slowly moved away from the window as she followed the strange noise, careful not to wake the others and entered another isolated area. Her breathing hitched, noticing Thomas asleep on the ground as his arms began trashing against the blankets.

Small grunts and huffs of despair were heard coming from his mouth, sweat dripping down his forehead as his hold on the sheets tightened. She instantly realised he was having a nightmare.

Teresa ran towards him, worried as she saw his face was twisted into a painful look, a tear escaping from his closed eyes. She had to wake him up as her hand desperately shook his shoulder, she hated seeing him like this.

His tired brown eyes eventually opened as he abruptly jolted up from his bed, gasping for air. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he struggled to catch his breath, not noticing the worried girl sitting next to him. It felt like he couldn't breathe.

In that moment, she knew she had to calm him down as this was leading him into a panic attack or some sort.
"Breathe, Tom...." She whispered, frantically as her hands gently cupped his face.

"I can't...." Thomas responded, shakily as he stared at her. He leaned into her warm touch, her sad beautiful blue eyes staring back at him as his body continued trembling.

Her hands slowly released his face, remembering that shock and comfort was something she needed in order to make his mind snap back into reality again. She had to break his flow of overwhelming thoughts.

Teresa suddenly slanted her mouth against his as she pulled his head closer to her, feeling him stiffen in response. Her pulse raced, the silence filling the air until his arm slowly wrapped around her small waist and returned the kiss.

His body stopped trembling and relaxed in her presence, too distracted by the sweet taste of her pink lips. Her small hand slowly touched his chest as the moonlight casted over them, their heartbeats in sync.

Their foreheads pressed together as they stared at each other, breathing heavily. Unknown emotions were swirling in his darkened brown eyes, realising Teresa had kissed him.
"You kissed me...." He muttered in a barely audible voice as he stared at her.

Teresa meekly nodded, not knowing what to say as she stared at his lips. She let out a shaky breath and knew one taste wasn't enough to satisfy her.

She glanced up at him and wondered if he felt the same, he was alright now. A frown grew on her face as she realised it wasn't necessary for her to stay here any longer with him.

"Do it again." Thomas muttered, quietly as he tightened his hold on her small waist and kept her close to him.
"What? But you're ok now, Tom." Teresa whispered, confused as she innocently tilted her head.
"Just do it again." He murmured, quietly as he stared at her pink lips.

Her cheeks instantly flushed red at his words, their noses touching as she understood what he wanted and happily nodded. He just wanted to kiss her again and she wasn't going to protest.

Lost in each other, their faces shifted closer and closer until their lips were few inches apart. He groaned into her mouth, secretly glad she was here with him as she deepened the kiss.

Night passed and low mumbling filled the air as the group woke up to a new day. The gladers didn't question the fact that Teresa was now wrapped up in Thomas's arms, both still peacefully asleep. It'll be fun to tease them later.

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 :)