The Tributes from the Maze (Newt/OC)

Waking the Princess

Ariadne murmured in her light sleep, someone was waking her up. "Let me sleep. Go away." She mumbled and turned away from the noise.

"Gorgeous, you've got to get up or you'll be late for the memorial dinner," Newt whispered.

"I don't care. I'm tired. Please let me sleep, Newt." She buried her head under a mound of pillows and blankets.

"Frypan is making cheesecake for dessert." He teased in a sing-song voice. She stopped moving further under the covers.

"What kind of cheesecake?" Ariadne asked suspiciously.

"Bailey's Irish Cream cheesecake with the Oreo biscuit base. Your favourite." She could hear him chuckling. Ariadne flung the sheets and the pillow off from her and huffed.

"You'd better not be lying to me, Newton. I take my food very seriously." She narrowed her eyes but there was nothing behind it. Newt pulled her out of bed and playfully dumped her on the cold tiles. She shrieked at the freezing temperature and pulled him down with her, pushing on his chest and sitting on top of him.

"Don't you ever do that again." She said menacingly. The hair that had come loose from her braid had fallen over her face messily. This just made Newt laugh harder.

"You look so cute when you're angry." He grinned and she glared.

"Oh shut up! Slim it! Whatever!" Ariadne grumbled.

"You look extra cute when you use Glader language." He teased, aiming to set her off again.

"Oh, shut up!" She protested so Newt made up his own jingle.

"You look so cute when you're angry, You look so cute when you're cursing. You look so cute when you're nervous." he sang in a jumpy tune. Ariadne tried numerous times and failed to get him to be quiet. The thought crossed her mind to just grab his face in her hands, lean down and kiss him to shut him up. Newt had finally gone silent, a permanent grin on his face.

"What?" she asked him.

"Well, I have to say, that would definitely be the most effective tactic. You should start with that next time," he smirked and blood rushed to her face when she realised she had voiced her thoughts out loud.

"There better not be a 'next time'." Ariadne threatened and swung herself off of Newt, getting to her feet and sitting on the side of the bed.

"Trust me when I say this, gorgeous, next time won't be too far away if that's how you'll shut me up." Newt retorted cheekily. Ariadne rolled her eyes at him, believing that he was just messing with her. She was unaware that he completely meant it.

"What am I going to do with you?" She sighed as Newt sat down on the bed next to her. She tucked her legs up and ran her hand through his hair. She admired the beautiful golden, blonde but tinted brown colour of it.

"You could shut up and kiss me?" Newt suggested playfully.

"Not gonna happen, Romeo. You woke me up for a reason and I want my cheesecake." She retorted and inspected what she was wearing. Pale blue mom jeans and an oversized cream T-shirt. Then she frowned. No. That wouldn't be good enough. There was a memorial dinner for Aris that night. And she was making a speech. She had to put her best foot forward as a part of the new leadership. Newt noticed her hesitance.

"You look beautiful." He assured her. She shook her head.

"Nah, I'm gonna get changed." She said plainly.

"Okay," Newt said. Ariadne waited a moment and when he didn't move she shot him an expectant look.

"Uh, get out?" She said and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Oh, you meant now? Oh. Okay." Newt replied, stood up and awkwardly walked to the door, pausing as he looked back. Then he disappeared through the doorway and pulled the door closed behind him.