Newt imagines - the maze runner

Attraction - smut

Attraction. It could be taken as a long, intricate mixture of wants and needs, lust and passion. The definition could go on for miles, or it could be simply stated. Lust or love.

The rules of attraction between Newt and I were on the simpler side. There was this underlying lust that hid just underneath the surface, waiting for the chance to make a move.

Last night it finally chose to make its move with the help of being a bit tipsy of course.
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Newt was usually the nice guy, only straying away from that when he had to be strict because of his job at the Glade. When he got drunk, though, he got cocky.

The slight timidness is far gone and his confidence showed through.
His cheeks were slightly flushed as Newt followed me into the Deadheads, getting the privacy we both we're craving to have with each other. Newt stepped forward with a smirk on his face, while I took steps back with a teasing smile on my lips until my back hit the bark of a tree, having nowhere to go, but let Newt come to me.

His low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he smirked at me, "Admit it." His hands trapped me in as he placed them on each side of my head, pressing against the tree. His warm breath brushed over my face as he spoke, "You've fallen for me." His pupils widened as he leaned in closer.

"I would, but then I'd be lying to myself." My voice didn't quiver as I kept my eyes locked to his.

He raised his eyebrows, his smirk growing as he watched me swallow slowly. In such a short time he knew me so well. He knew my small quirks when I lied.

"If you're so sure, prove it." His deep English accent filled my ears as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine. "Kiss me. I dare you. If you're telling the truth, I'll let it go and we can move on. What do you say?" His eyes studied my face as I took in his words. He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from mine, when my hands came up, lightly pushing his chest away. I looked away, my eyes focused on the ground. "You're afraid that you've actually fallen for me, aren't you?" He murmured softly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. I could feel his heart thundering against his chest, under my fingertips, as he awaited my answer.

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of."
I should have pulled away when he pressed his lips to mine, but that part of me that I was wishing for this moment, took over.

The hands that were pushing on his chest just moments ago softened, and were soon craving for more of his touch. I ran my fingers up and down his chest as his hand wrapped around my neck, his thumb grazing my jaw line as his lips slipped over mine. His warm fingers made my skin tingle as he ran them down my arms.

His lips lingered over mine as he pulled away, letting us catch our breaths. I instinctively leant forward, not wanting our lips to leave each other's as he pulled away, so we could move to a more private area.

We hurried to the Homestead, suddenly very thankful that the Med-Jacks weren't treating anyone as we used their room to explore our desires. We let our bodies give in to the lust that consumed until we were both laying on our backs,breathing heavily and fully satisfied.

Sleep had finally claimed me sometime after three AM, but I could tell Newt wasn't going to let me sleep for much longer.

"Mmm," I whispered before yawning, entangling my fingers in his soft, wet blonde hair and peeling back my eyelids to take in the bright sunlight.
He didn't answer for a moment; his mouth was pressed flat against my stomach near my belly button, sucking gently in between rounds of the same, feather-light kisses. Another minute passed before he pulled away and replied, "Sleep well, love?" his breath cool over the wet spot left by his mouth, sending a delightful chill up my spine.