Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Warmth

Set during the Scorch Trials au
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"It's bloody cold. My fingers will fall off at this rate." Newt grumbled under his breath as he sat next to his friends. They were sitting on the rocks, near the Right Arm camp and hoped the organisation could help them.

Thomas silently nodded at his words, watching his breath become smoke as he rubbed his large hands together, seeking some warmth. It didn't work.
"Do you think that Vince shank will let us stay?" Minho spoke, curiously as he glanced at the camp then back at his friends.

"I hope so." Newt muttered, quietly as he stretched his legs. He knew that after Mary conducted the recovery for Brenda and stopped Vince from killing her, it would take some time for the older man to warm up to them.

"If they are against WICKED, then they are all we got." Thomas responded, firmly as he stared at his friends. His attention quickly turned to the girl glader who was approaching in their direction, a small smile on her angelic face.

"Brenda seems fine now. Mary informed me that her condition is stable, thanks to Tom." She spoke, softly as she sat next to him. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled with delight as they met his, trying to lighten up the gloomy atmosphere.

"Good." Thomas muttered, quietly as he felt himself becoming lost in her ocean blue eyes. He was glad that despite everything that was happening to them, Teresa always tried to look on the bright side even if it was small things.

"Aren't you cold, Teresa?" Newt asked, confused as he gestured towards her loose coat she was wearing.
"Not really. The cold doesn't bother me that much." Teresa responded, innocently as she shrugged her shoulders. She found it refreshing sometimes.

"Lucky you. We'll just have to endure this, shanks." Minho spoke, half heartedly rolling his eyes as he patted Thomas's shoulder in mock support. He grinned, noticing Thomas shrug his hand off in response.

Teresa glanced at a silent Thomas, spotting him rub his hands over and over again as she frowned at his useless attempts to gain some warmth.

Before she could think any further, her small hand instinctively reached out and grabbed his hands. She lifted his cold hands to her mouth and gently blew some warm air, not noticing the shocked look on his face.

Her fingers softly caressed his knuckles as she continued to blow warm air onto his hands before she slowly glanced up at him.
"Are you still cold, Tom?" She whispered, softly as she stared at him.

Thomas swallowed hard, the warmth in his hands now forgotten as heat rose onto his cheeks at her caring actions. His brown eyes held a soft glimmer as he eventually shook his head, finding it hard to talk.

Words were clogged in his throat as a fond smile grew on her face, she was so beautiful. He ignored his friend's snickers next to him, not moving his hands from her warm hold as he intently stared back at her. He wasn't cold anymore.

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 :)