(This is a long chapter, so be prepared)
You had been in Vincent's camp for a while now. WICKED had already showed up, and already taken away Minho and the others. And while it was an awful time and everyone was itching to get them back, you never got to have any fun anymore.
Today was no different. You and Newt were supposed to go on a supply run, and since people were a bit more scarce nowadays, you'd be going alone. Both of you were eager for alone time, although of you said it aloud.
Later that day, you were both in a Jeep, armed with a few pistols and knives, with a small bit of food and water in the back. Vince stopped by to make sure the jeep was in good working order and nodded at Newt, who turned on the jeep and drove out of the camp.
It was pretty silent for a while, just the rumbling of the car and Newt's quiet breathing next to you. If it was any quieter, you may have been able to hear the sound of the dust and sand scraping against the car.
It wasn't long before you reached some old, abandoned buildings near an old water tower. Newt pulled over, turning off the car's ignition as he looked through the front window.
"I think we should start by checking over at that building." He tapped his finger on the glass, pointing at what looked like an apartment complex.
"Smart. Probably more than 1 family lived there. Lots of clothes, lots of food." You nodded in agreement, sliding a pistol into your holster.
"Maybe we can find some more blankets, too. It's been awful cold lately." Newt opened his door, grabbing a few knives out of the back of the jeep.
"Food. Water. Blankets. Got it." You nodded, waiting until Newt closed the door to the jeep before heading towards the building with him.
Inside, it was clearly a wreck. The windows were shattered in most of the frames and the building itself was old and battered.
"I'll check this room, you get the one next door." Newt said quietly.
"Check for cranks."
You nodded, and split up, heading into separate rooms to get the searching done quicker.
You glanced around the small room, one that clearly had belonged to a police officer of some kind. There was a duffel bag on the bed with a uniform inside, and a taser inside the bag. There wasn't a gun, but whoever left their stuff here probably brought that with them and left the rest of the stuff behind for lighter travelling. You kept looking through the bag, thinking maybe you'd find a bulletproof vest or something, instead finding pepper spray, a police hat, and a pair of handcuffs.
"I see you've been productive. Going for the important things." Newt commented from the doorway, making you jump a little. You doin around, seeing that newt had actually found some things, including a decent pillow, and what looked like two water bottles along with a flashlight. He walked towards you, emptying out the duffel bag and putting his findings inside of it.
"Didn't know you were kinky, love." He said teasingly, taking the handcuffs from your hand.
"I-i just found those. I was looking for a gun, or something." You protested, but it didn't do much use. You had never thought about it before, but being handcuffed by Newt? Or handcuffing him? It was pretty hot to think about.
"Maybe it would be interesting." You said after a minute. Newt smiled, putting the handcuffs in the duffel bag and wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek.
"That's what you're thinking about right now, love?" He asked quietly. You shrugged innocently.
"It's been a while, babe."
"It has. It's hard to find time when we live in tents in the middle of the scorch." Newt kissed your jawline.
"Especially when you're loud. Thin plastic tents aren't great at blocking out sound."
