Hireath, Serendipity, Mellifluous, Ineffable & Me

Bonfire Night- Part 2

Teresa, Elody and I walk towards the bonfire.

Crackling flames envelope the wood Newt and I spent all afternoon collecting.

Forty or so boys stand around the fire holding drinks (Even though when you do the math there's less than 24 boys in the Glade). Several of them shoot us looks as we walk past them.

Thomas, Minho and Newt stand slightly away from the fire laughing and holding half empty cups of Gally's 'recipe'.

"Tom!" Teresa shouts before running over to Thomas.

Teresa gives him a quick hug and peck on the cheek before pulling away and waving her hand at me and Elody to go over there.

Elody practically bounces over to Minho, who wraps an arm around her waist pulls her closer to his side. 

I step in front of Newt, gently biting my lip as I try to get his attention. Newt, who's been awkwardly staring at his feet, looks up to find me staring in front of him. 

His brown eyes widen in shock as he takes in my outfit.

"H...hi Athena." Newt stutters.

"Hi Newt." I twirl my hair around my finger and attempt a flirty smile, I'm pretty sure it failed.

"I'm gonna get another cup, want me to get you some?" Newt asks in an attempt to hide the way his eyes are roaming my body.

"Yeah sure." Newt stares at my blue eyes for a few seconds. "Only if it doesn't bother you though." I add shyly.

"No, no it's fine. Just, wondering." Newt walks over to the picnic table covered in cups.

Thomas and Minho are silent, unsure of what just happened. Elody and Teresa beam at me, sending me small thumbs up.

Newt walks back over and hands me a cup. I take a gulp, the liquid burns the back of my throat harshly.

"Want to sit down? My legs are killing me." Thomas asks Teresa before they both peel away from the group.

"And that's the last we'll see of Thomas and Teresa for the next two days." Minho smirks, watching them disappear in the crowd.

"Isn't that a bad thing?" I ask, suddenly feeling ridiculously naive.

"Not really. But you don't want to see them. Still can't wipe the buggin' image from my mind." Newt offers.

"Aren't you second in command? You could just make a rule or something..." Elody stops when she sees a warning look on Minho's face.

"Why make rules when I have Athena here to keep me entertained." Newt wraps an arm around my waist, making sure his hand is directly over the strip of bare skin. I'm not entirely sure whether he's sober or not.

"How much have you had to drink?" I smirk, swivelling around to look at him. I gently place my hands on the back of his neck.

"Only one or two." Newt gives me a cocky smile he couldn't have pulled off drunk.

Minho breaks out in a fit of fake coughs, at one point I swear I heard 'get a room'.

Newt pulls away, a thick blush creeping across his cheeks.

"Just ask each over out already!" Elody groans in a frustrated manner.
"And why, Miss Elody, would we do that?" I purposely make my accent thicker than it is.
"Because if you don't I'll lock you both in a room and won't let you out until I know you've admi…" Elody is cut off by Minho's hand flying to her mouth.
"How about we go for a long, long walk." Minho suggested as he gave us a grin that can only be described as sassy.
Grabbing Elody's wrist, Minho quickly pulled her towards the outskirts of the woods.
Newt shook his head and chuckled to himself, his blonde hair bobbing.
"Is it just me or do Elody and Minho look like a couple?" I smile as I watch them disappear.
"I think it's me too, but they're only holding hands..." Newt watches, half heartedly paying attention. "And now they're snogging."
Newt quickly grabs my waist and guides me to a log on the edge of the party, a severe blush on his face.
As we walk I try not to think about his thumb on my bare skin, or how I'm sure his hand is creeping onto my side. And I defiantly ignore the small circles Newt's thumb is drawing under my ribs.
The weird part is that we already reached our destination, at least three minutes ago.
"Hey Newt?" I turn to look at his face, feeling the fabric of my crop top slowly rising as his index finger brushes my bra.
"Hmm?" Newt looks at me with a smirk. I swear he was staring at my lips.
"Do you think they're right?" I refer to Elody, Teresa, Minho and Thomas.
Newt gives me a very confused expression for a second. "Elle, Teresa and Minho?"
"Yeah."
"What about?"
"Us." I'm not entirely referring to the comments made tonight.
The girls have been teasing me about Newt for ages. Questions like 'when will you ask him out?' or 'why are you still waiting?' had come up in conversations more than once.
"You know, our relationship? They seem to think that we should be a thing, but for some reason we aren't." The matter is really beginning to frustrate me; I can only be ridiculed so many times before I snap.
"What are you suggesting?" Newt raises an eyebrow, and quit frankly his thumb, which has made its way under the wide side strap.
"I don't know... maybe give it a go?" I ask awkwardly before quickly adding."But if you don't want to than I completely understand."
Newt can see the unsureness in my eyes, the way my hands are subconsciously fiddling, the way the lipstick on my cheeks is completely invisible against my skin.
"Theeny, if I didn't want to then you'd probably still have a bra on." Just as he says that I feel the fabric loosen against my chest.
I smile widely, my blush now a major part of my make up. I press my elbows to my sides, hoping to stop my bra from becoming to loose.
"Well, Newt," I smile seductively. "You could just be a horny teenager."
Newt smirks. "Yeah, but you know me well enough to have figured out why I did that."
I do know. To metaphorically (or physically if you see it that way) put me in a corner. To make me want the rest of my clothes gone, to show that he did want me romantically.
"Then why don't you just do what you want?" I smile, taking a step closer to him and putting my hands on the back of his neck.
I suddenly noticed the height difference. Whilst Newt had to lean down to be this close, I had to stand on my tiptoes and crane my neck.
It feels weird being in this position; centimeters away from someone I love, close enough to share our breathe, close enough that any movement directed forwards would be rewarded with a kiss.
"I think I will." And with that Newt closed the gap between us.
The kiss was soft and gentle, but at the same time passionate and possessive.
Newt's lips were soft, and he pressed his mouth against me with force. A force of which I returned equally.
My hands were tangled in his scruffy caramel hair, my fingertips restlessly curling around random locks before releasing and starting the process again.
One of Newt's hands had made its way around my waist, the other was rubbing gentle circles against the skin that was usually hidden under my bra. The entire time he was pulling me flush against him. It felt a bit like he was attempting to lift me but had only just realised that his hands were in the wrong position.
"Oi, Shanks! Not in front of everyone!"  Someone shouts at us, quickly followed by laughter.
I pull away, well five centimeters away, and place my forehead on Newt's. I can feel our noses gently touching as I look into his dark brown eyes.
God, I could get lost in them for eternity.
"Yes!" I hear Elody's voice cheer nearby.
I pull away before turning to Elle, who was not-so-subtly eyeing Newt's hand in the back of my crop top.
"I knew that was the right top!"

This took me so long to get written. And I don't even have an excuse to as of why it took so long.
I guess it was just me being lazy.
This literally sat in my chapter selection as a draft for so long that I almost gave up on it.
Anyway, happy new year!