Runner (The Maze Runner Fanfic)

Five months later

You woke up feeling a heartbeat on your back. You tried to move, but his arms where hugging your waist tightly. You rubbed his wrist slowly to wake him up.

"Newt," you whispered so softly it almost seemed like you didn't want to wake him. "It's time, wake up."

"No," he moaned pressing you against him.

He didn't let go until you pinched his arm. You stood up and started looking for some clean clothes. He hugged you from the back and you felt you he kissed your neck sweetly.

"Stop it." You turned around, with your back in the wall and kissed his lips. "We don't have much time, gotta get there early today."

"We got time." He kissed you slowly, pressing his lips to yours. "Minho won't get that mad."

He had two ways to kiss you: in the first one you let your lips meet, barely touching. It was soft and warm, you kissed like that when you got into your sections in the maze, when you reunited in the Glade and every time the day started and ended.

There were also this long kisses, a little bit aggressive. He used to bit you and you bit him back. Those kisses silently screamed for something else, kisses in which two pairs of lips together weren't enough. That's the way you were kissing then.

The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth and you pushed him away softly.

"Iew, you hurt my lip." You touched your mouth, feeling the skin Newt had broken. "We'll continue later."

"Why?"

"Because Minho asked us to be early today on the Map Room so he can give us the news about Jay." The boy threw his head to the back, his face clearly unpleased. "Wanna pause and resume later or not? We'll draw our maps, shower and meet here when we're back."

You held his face with both hands and gave him a peck in the nose.

As you looked him into the eye you noticed how much he had grown up last year, since you met him. His fingers were Stiller long and skinny as always, but now his hand was a lot bigger than yours, his jaw wasn't round like a child's anymore, it was now square and strong. He also grew up about six inches. But his good-natured eyes were still the same, comprehending, playful, kind and calm, all at the same time, just as the boy's personality.

He didn't seem to have listened to what you said and he started to move his finger tips around the left side of your clavicle —shuck! His hands were ice-cold— and he picked a spot. He put small kisses in that same place, but then he held your skin between his teeth and started sucking. It felt strange, he hadn't given you a hickey more than once.

"Hey! What the shuck do you think you're doing?"

The kid took a step back and gave you a goofy smile.

"Guarantee."

"Asshole." You pushed his chest with both fists, but smiled.

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You got to the map room five minutes late, holding hands. Minho's voice sounded after Newt closed the door.

"Lovebirds, you're late."

"Bloody hell, did we miss something important?" Newt asedio not even bothering in faking interest as he took his place beside you.

Minho rubbed his eyes, a little bit frustrated and leaned against the table.

"No, actually I was lecturing Frankie for being late when you came in."

You put your head on Newt's shoulder and he took your hand.