I look over at Minho, who has the same shocked expression on his face as I probably do. In my head I think, Minho. And almost immediately memory after memory comes rushing back to me. Everything. When he asked me out on my birthday. The feelings I felt when they took him away from me. The night before he was taken. Every little moment comes over me like a wave and before I can think I smack my lips against Minho and he kisses back.
I pull away and say, "Did you hear it?"
"Yeah loud and clear princess," he smirks and pulls me onto his lap. "I'm so happy I have you back. For two whole shucking years, I felt something missing and I didn't know what it was. And now I know. I was missing my princess. I was missing my Nessa."
"Oh Minho, I love you so much," he silences me with a passionate kiss. Our hands owning each other's body's, free to roam and touch because we belong together.
Everything happens for a reason and the people who put us here believe we are supposed to be together. I believe we are supposed to be together.
Minho picks me up off his lap and lays me down all without breaking our kiss. He gets on top of me and kisses me like this could be the last time ever. But from here on out, I wasn't going to let him out of my sight.
The love and wanting in the kiss became stronger and soon I find myself tugging at his shirt, begging for him to take it off.
"What? You wanna see?" He says teasingly.
"Get back here, you're too far away from me," I say reaching for him with my arms.
"I'm literally still touching you, I'm sitting on your legs," he says, shirt fully off now.
"Yeah but are your lips touching me?" I stare at his chest in amazement. "Minho." It comes out as barely a whisper.
I sit up to touch his chest and he picks me up and puts himself where I was laying and lays me on top of him. I straddle his torso, running my hands over his chiseled 6 pack. I stop my fingers at the top of his jeans, right where the button is. I run my hands back up his body up to his shoulders and put my lips back on his.
"I'll never let anything happen to you. I'll risk my life if it means protecting you." He says against my mouth.
"I love you," I say and nestle my body into his side and fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.
**********
"Minho! Get the bloody—"
Newt rushed through our door before the sun was even up. I felt Minho stirring beside me and I slowly opened my eyes.
"Newt what are you doing? The sun hasn't even come up yet," I say barely keeping my eyes open, sleepiness wanting to take over.
"Vanessa what are you bloody doing sleeping with Minho? You've been here for a day. A day," Newt says giving me a dirty look.
"That, is none of your business," I put my hand on Minho's chest and lightly shake him. "Hey, babe, Newt's here. He said you have to get up."
"Mmkay," Minho mumbles. He turns on to his side and finds my lips with his eyes still closed and I kiss him right back.
"Minho, just because Vanessa is here doesn't mean you can bloody skip running, now lets go the other runners are already almost done getting ready and you're still in your bloody bed." Newt says, turning and leaving the room.
"Babe, what does he mean running?" I ask looking into his tired eyes.
"It's my job. You'll get the tour today with Alby and he'll talk to you about the jobs," Minho says. He kisses my forehead and gets out of bed, going to get dressed.
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It's A Shucking Girl
FanficA/N: *DISCLAIMER!!!!!*almost all of the characters used in this story and the setting and some of the plot belong to James Dashner. Only a few of them are mine and most of the plot line is too. But yes I do use his stuff, so my fav author needs to...