Newt imagines 2

The gladers

I sat buttoning my leather cuffs as I watched the man in my bed finally begin to stir. He groan sitting up, his hair standing up on one side like a splash. "When did you get up?"
I shrugged. "Like three hours ago." I got up and picked up his shirt.
"Is it that late?!"
I shook my head holding out his shirt. "No it's only been an hour and a bit since dawn."
He grabbed the shirt yanking hard on it, I lost my balance and fell onto Newt, he was quick in rolling over so he was on top. He kissed me, his bare body pressing onto mine, his hands gripping mine and holding them above my head.
"Newt! Newt!" I laughed trying to struggle free. "I have to work!"
Newt sighed and sat back on my stomach. "Since when?"
"Since I agreed to marry you."
He frowned and chewed his lip. "But surely that means you also have to work for me." He whispered leaning back down for another attempt. I laughed slapping his hands away. "Come on I need to go get some more food or else I'll fall asleep."
"What about me?" Newt whined.
"You can come." I said finishing the buttons on my sleeve as I crawled off the bed.
"That's not the me I meant."
"Oh." I giggled and walked out. "Hurry up Newt!"

I was sat on the cart, holding the little donkey by the reins, whenever the cart bumped on rusty pavement I would get a sharp knocking about.
Newt was walking beside me, the cart seat too small to fit two. Behind followed Ben, Chuck, Adam and Jack, all trainees.
I looked at Newt, he was being very quiet, his bottom lip securely bitten by his teeth and his face grimaced with each step. He was hobbling a long, struggling to move his legs each time.
"Newt!" I exclaimed hurt that he would bare the pain in silence. "Get on the cart." I say handing the reins out.
Newt shook his head. "There is only room for one." He kept going still in agony.
"That's fine, I'll walk." I say trying to get him up again.
He shook his head again. "Then I'll look like a real gentleman won't I." I stopped the cart. "Get in the back, this donkey can pull two."
Newt paused but did as told, he shuffled close so he was sat with his lips in my ear.

I look down at his ankle but he had kept it well hidden under the layers of cloth. "What did you do?" I asked, moving the donkey on.
Newt sighed settling down in amongst the green stalks of food and bags of flour. "Busted my ankle, got knocked off my bloody horse by a Spanish lunatic."
I looked at him, his face was all over the place, a mixture of truth and lies was in that story. Sure he had probably been knock of his horse fighting, and he had busted his ankle but the two weren't connected.
"I had to go to a monastery for it to heal, bloody painful." He said rubbing it through his trousers.
I leant back and kissed his cheek. "You should have said."
He laughed. "It's fine, anyway you probably can't walk either after last night." He whispered a smirk all over his face.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh you'd be surprised, I was raring to get out of bed this morning." I lied, really I had spent over an hour cuddling with him and hobbled around sore from our activities last night, whilst I made the trainees their breakfast.

Newt opened his mouth to say something but shut it as we heard a voice yelling above the normal city bustle.
"The city grain! It's been stolen!" A man yelled on his horse, emerging from inside the storehouse.
Newt gave me a quizzical look, I shrugged, I had no clue what was happening. I stopped the cart and pulled out the knife at my hip, Newt's eyes widened at that and he squeezed my hand.
"They!" The man yelled pointing his fingers in towards the mess of the slums. "They stole the grain!"
The crowd of staring people turned to the slums but that's not what they latched onto. Their eyes fell to us and they charge wanting to steal our food.

"Trainees stand to attention, Chuck go get Thomas and the others." Newt shouted.

I jumped to my feet grabbing a wooden stick out the back and began to bash them away, Newt was kicking and the trainees were punching. It was useless. The food was being stolen faster than we could save it. Even the poor donkey was stolen.