Author's Note: Ah! So, after a very heated argument with one of my friends when I admitted to the atrocity of not having read or watched The Maze Runner yet this past weekend, I was nearly manhandled into doing so. Needless to say, I adore it! Newt, Thomas, and Minho are definitely my favorites, though I do have a major issue with Newt's endgame. Gah! So freaking WRONG! And it's Newt of all people, he's the Glue for goodness sakes! Anyway, my lovely darling friend Angie begged me to come up with an OC/Newt story and I bargained with a one-shot given my other stories that are still open and begging for attention. So here it is! This will only be a One-Shot, though writing it and my new fangirl crush on Newt is prompting me to consider a Multi-Chapter story for The Maze Runner at some point! Can't resist (:
Pairing: Newt/OC
Rating: Fiction M; language, adult themes/situations, slight violence/arguments, etc.
*Warning!: This is my version of Newt, which is a bit of a combo between Novel!Newt and Movie!Newt, so keep that in mind. It also eludes to Newt's past a bit and the possibility of losing the one you love, so Trigger! warning there. The end also has a lemon, so if that kind of situation/writing makes you uncomfortable you should either X out now or stop before it begins, Trigger! warning there as well. Otherwise, give it a shot. You might enjoy it! (;
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Maze Runner Trilogy (movies or novels), their characters, or any other trademarked/copyrighted material that may or may not be referenced in this fictional work. I DO own my Original Character, Addisyn, and my personal plot line additions/concepts.
~Hearts Run Free~
A Maze Runner Trilogy One-Shot
"Love is like a maze: Easily lost, and hard to find."
She knew already that he was gone.
It was in the temperature, a distinctive lack of warmth that had become such a constant. The bedding was slightly cooler than usual and it no longer harbored the heat of two. It was in the absence of that gently radiating warmth that would seep into her skin, soothing any soreness from a day's work, the quiet pang of memories lost, or (in her case, at least) the nightmarish experience of possible memories gained. It was the missing weight of a long, leanly muscled body that typically pressed into hers strongly, touching from head to toe and filling in any gaps left between.
She sighed deeply.
Squeezed her eyes shut against the wave of emotions that were more than prepared to ambush her in the pleasant light of morning.
The anger still remained, a dull burning sensation in the pit of her stomach and the blood of her veins. It wasn't that she necessarily was mad at him per say, more that she was angry he refused to have faith that she could do it. It was because, although his possessiveness normally sent shivers up her spine and left desire heating her to her very core, he took it upon himself to pull rank on her.
To forbid her.
When the only thing she wanted was to simply try.
And underneath the anger lay the hint of guilt, of understanding.
He only wanted to protect her, to keep her safe from the dangers that lurked within the darkness. He couldn't afford to lose her, not after everything that he had been through. Not after they had come to depend so entirely on each other, practically two souls entwined into one. She understood that feeling, that desperate need to hang on to the ray of sunshine in the storm of uncertainty they unconsciously lived with. She understood because she felt it too.
She needed him safe.
She needed him alive.
She needed him there, always.
But she still felt the urge to just try, to sate the deeply rooted curiosity that she couldn't quell; that she couldn't simply push aside, no matter that he begged her to or that others assured her there would be nothing worth the sleepless nights the horror within the walls could provoke.
They had lost plenty to the ugliness that lay beyond those walls.
Especially at the beginning.
But he didn't even try to listen to her reasoning, to the words that she had to say or what she felt about the matter. He just seethed, glared, shouted…and forbade her to run. Even though she only wanted to do it once, just to get a taste of the fake freedom behind the Glade's concrete barriers.
It was that alone that ignited the stubborn fury, the fiery temper that hid within her.
Her eyes snapped open after the gentle knock on her door, her body already lifting off the surprisingly comfortable bed as the door was pushed open to reveal their primary leader. His eyes swept the room, finding her decent and the room itself empty of any others.
And he sighed.
Alby easily zeroed in on the dark shadows beneath her eyes, a clear sign of restless sleep, if she even managed to get any that is. Her hair was tangled in a mess as if she had been pulling on it and gripping at it through the night, much like her counterpart's who he had already seen. Her typically bright green eyes were dull and bloodshot, unfocused on her surroundings even as she pushed herself up to sit at the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side as her dainty feet brushed the floor. She wasn't a tiny thing, but she still stood shorter than most of the boys in the Glade her age. Topping out at around five foot six and with curves that could be annoyingly distracting to his boys, even with her being claimed, she was more than capable of holding her own.
The Creators had seen to that, they all knew.
She handled a blade with more skill and better than any he knew, even himself, though it never failed to nearly give him a heart attack whenever he saw her spar. More than once he and even a few others had held his second in command back, forcing calm as they watched her train. Watching her, it was almost as if she had been born to live with them.
He wouldn't put it past being a possibility.
That's why now, seeing her looking so unbelievably fragile when she was normally so strong…a sliver of fear for their own 'Glader Sweetheart' pierced his heart.
Alby didn't like it, not one bit.
"Addisyn." He murmured, his voice quiet but deep. "You look like shit."
She couldn't help the tiny smile that pulled at her lips as Alby used the expletive she was more familiar with in place of their slang, and a quiet snort escaped her. She looked up to find his own lips tilting upward in a bit of a smile as well, though his dark eyes were still narrowed in concern. She flinched as his eyes raked over her form, that same small smile steadily drooping into a frown. The guilt inside her doubled, a knot forming in her stomach as she took note of the protective 'big brother' stance he was beginning to assume.
It wasn't just him this was hurting. Seeing her like she was obviously hurt the others too.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.
"How is he?" She whispered, eyes darting toward the window.
The wooden shutters were pushed outward giving her a clear view of the sunrise, and a pang laced through her heart even as a lump settled in her throat. Despite the fact that he came to bed so late she was tossing around in her sleep and that he was already gone before she even awoke, he still opened the window before he left.
Just like he always did.
Alby groaned quietly, shaking his head at her broken tone. "About as good as you look Addy, maybe worse. Shank is already out in the gardens, hacking away at the firewood."
Her eyes shot back toward him, frowning. "But…he just did that two days ago. We don't need any more yet."
The dark-skinned leader in front of her nodded, pulling a chair across the floor that he sunk down into with a creak, his muscular frame folding into itself as he sat.
"Don't think he's out there because we need it sweetheart."
"Then why-" She stopped, her teeth sinking into her lip. "So that he can tear something apart."
Alby simply nodded, not bothering to verbally affirm her theory. They both knew it was true. They also both knew why he was here, and it was for more than just checking up on the Glade's only girl.
"You sure about this Addy?" He queried, eyes carefully tracking her reactions. "Ya both are sufferin', I can see it. The shuck out there ain't worth losin-"
Her eyes blazed as she spun toward him, making him flinch and sigh with relief at the same time. That was the Addisyn he knew, the one who faced anything they put her toward with a gleam in her eye and a fierce determination to conquer.
"It's the only damn thing I haven't done Alby! Once, just once, I want to see what's behind those walls. I want to see for myself what they've trapped us in…"
Her voice trailed off as she gazed out the window, dull eyes finally lighting up with that faint gleam, even as her heart clenched in pain knowing how angry he would be.
"I want to run."
Alby was silent, his dark eyes boring into her as he considered the options. He knew how his friend felt, understood his desire to see her safe at camp and away from anything that could harm her, because he shared that same desire even if it was from a different angle. But he also could see the need, the want in Addisyn's eyes. She wanted to explore what was out there, to see for herself there had yet to be a way out, to douse the thought that maybe she might be able to find something, anything. He knew if he refused, if he kept her here, the pent up curiosity and urge to run might very well lead to damnable consequences.
For her.
For him.
For all the rest of them.
And he couldn't have that.
He nodded once, a strained smile on his lips. "Alright Addy. Three days, Minho says he'll run with you three days from now, just this once. Be ready."
As his wide back disappeared back through the door and his footsteps could be heard clomping down the stairs to the lower level, she knew he meant more than just to be ready for the running, for the Maze.
He meant be ready for the aftermath.
~.~.~
"Oh c'mon Bee!"
She hurried after Alby, her smaller stature leading her to take two steps to his every one. Chuckles rang out from the groups of boys they passed, only gaining volume as she shot them playful glares, and from behind the duo as a dark-haired, olive skinned Minho loped along with them.
"It's not a good idea Addy." Alby chided, wrestling back the grin that threatened between her whining the nickname she had for him and her attempt to keep up.
She threw her hands in the air, huffing in irritation. "Plenty around here have shucky ideas! What happened to living and learning?"
He stopped, arms crossing over his broad chest as he stared down at her. "Emphasis on living, Addisyn, and the chances of doing so slim as soon as you pass those doors."
"I'd have Minho with me!" She cried in exasperation.
"Hey!" Said Keeper of the Runners protested, arching an eyebrow arrogantly. "Don't drag me into this sweets-"
Alby turned to him, eyes wider than usual. "You said you'd take her?"
"Easy boss," Minho murmured, before frowning. "Of course I'd take her! You think I'm just going to leave her to run on her own or with one of the others? She'd be safe with me."
"She'd be safe here." Alby snapped.
"She is right goddamn here!" Addisyn hissed, cheeks flushing in anger as they continued to discuss her proposal as if she didn't stand right before them.
"He'd be livid," Alby exclaimed, turning back toward her. "Even if it's only just once as you say, you know he won't stand for it Addy, I don't even know why you're trying!"
With hands on her hips, feet separated shoulder-width apart, and that strange fire burning in her eyes that she got any time her temper flared or she was consumed with a determined concentration to do something, she tilted her head up to him and bit out.
"He doesn't own me Alby."
Both boys in front of her snorted, choked laughs escaping their throats at the blatant lie that slipped from her lips. Even she couldn't deny that her cheeks flushed a gentle pink at her words, knowing how he most certainly did, especially during certain…activities. But that wasn't going to stop her now.
"He doesn't!" She snapped, practically stomping her foot. "I want to run!"
"The bloody fuck you will."
Instantly, all three Gladers froze on the spot, wincing as the words were spat from behind them so venomously, he slipped from slang to the more brutal words Addisyn had spoken of. The voice was gruff with infuriation, nearly a growl really as the words rumbled from within a certain boy's chest. Very slowly Alby, Minho, and Addisyn all turned, their eyes still widening at the sight that met them though they knew what would be there. He had snuck up behind them without any of them realizing, and each were cursing their lack of attention as he prowled closer. Hazel eyes narrowed to angry slits, pale cream-colored skin flushing with his fury, his fists were clenched so tightly that the knuckles had gone completely white and his tall, lean body practically vibrated visibly with his rage.
He was definitely livid.
"You are not stepping one single shucking foot into that hellhole." He barked, each word snapping at them like a whip.
Addisyn's body stiffened.
Both Minho and Alby groaned.
"You can't just tell me what I can and cannot do Newt!" She hissed out, cheeks red with both anger and embarrassment.
How dare he?! She wasn't some damn child, she didn't need coddled!
She was a fighter, they all knew it.
If the others could make it as Runners, she damn sure could.
Jaw snapping shut and teeth grinding audibly, Newt's nostrils flared as his chest heaved up and down with his anger, his breathing turning to that of enraged panting. He strode forward then, closing the distance between them until there were only mere inches of space that separated him from Addisyn, towering over her with his impressive height that left him almost a full foot taller than her. His head tilted down and hers tilted up, their contrasting eyes locking in a battle of domination as each fought for their opinion, completely disregarding those around them.
"I bloody well can and I will!" He snarled, fingers gripping at the belt loops of her shorts, yanking her closer still.
She struggled against him halfheartedly, still too centered on their argument to care that she was almost indecently pressed against him despite yelling at each other. They each breathed heavily, glaring at each other as their blood boiled and flamed.
"Rather I run or not isn't your decision, and it's none of your business!"
"Oh darling, you've never been more wrong. It is my business-" Newt growled, his voice dropping to a low hiss. "You are my business, everything about you is my business!"
Addisyn let out a feral hiss, almost catlike as she scratched and clawed at him, struggling to break herself away from his grip and the distracting body that was pressed so roughly to hers, Newt's heartbeat pounding away into her hands where they had lain flat on him after he yanked her body into his chest. He chuckled darkly, tightening his hold on her and smothering her with his presence, a spike of lust heating his blood and settling low in his stomach in response to her reaction- even as the anger shook him to his very bones.
She wasn't going out there.
He refused.
She was everything to him, and he wasn't losing her to the bloody Maze like they had with others.
"Newt- Hey, c'mon man let her-"
With angry snarls of 'slim it!' from him and 'shut up!' from her, Minho backed off quickly as he eyed the couple nervously. The girl inspired his protection, though he couldn't explain why or how it felt like that or the fact that he wasn't alone in the opinion, and he didn't want to see her hurt. Logically he knew that Newt would never harm her, he'd die for her in a given second, but he still couldn't help the foreign feeling of anxiety that riddled his being as he watched them argue. The blonde was one of his closest friends, the girl resembling something like a sister he thought, and he didn't wish to see either unhappy.
Especially with each other.
"Newt-"
Addisyn murmured then, her tone soft as she began massaging her fingers into his chest, trying to calm his anger and his nerves at the same time. She didn't think what she was asking was unreasonable, she'd be in little to no danger, and even though she knew it made him nervous…she had to do this. Newt's eyes narrowed in suspicion as her voice dropped, quiet and gentler tones masking her words. He refused to be distracted by those alluring green eyes and the way they sparkled in the firelight, or the soft curves she was now pressing against him instead of fighting to free from his hold. It didn't stop his heart from thundering against his chest or his fingers from gripping at her hips though, that was just simply instinct when it came to her.
"It would only be once-"
He was already shaking his head, his muscles coiling tightly under the stress and strain.
"And Minho would be with me-"
His hazel eyes snapped toward his friend, blazing into Minho's dark ones with promises of retribution for even considering taking her in there, much less actually doing it.
"It's just something that I have to do." She pleaded, trying her best to soothe him.
It was a wasted attempt; he wouldn't falter, couldn't risk it.
"No." He snapped out, gritting his teeth. "Not happening."
She huffed angrily, narrowing her eyes as her temper flared. "I'm running Newt."
"I forbid it!" He growled.
She gaped up at him, mouth opening in shock. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me Addisyn, I won't allow you to go in there." Newt hissed out, taking a step from her warm body. "You can't."
Addisyn stared at him silently, a war of emotions whipping through her insides like a hurricane and flashing across her face. Part of her was ready to give it up, to step back and stay safe, knowing it would soothe the fear he was trying so hard to mask behind righteous anger. The other part, the stubborn bitchiness inside her, refused to give up on her goal just because he didn't want her in harm's way, especially since it would only be the one time. She glanced over her shoulder, taking in how Minho and Alby both watched them warily with indecision flitting across their features. She didn't miss the way the Glade had quieted, how workers and Keepers alike had stilled in their sections or ceased eating, many with eyes trained on the only couple of the Glade who were now at each other's throats.
"Well then, it's a damn good thing you don't always get what you want, isn't it?"
~.~.~
The pattern continued.
He came to bed after she had already gone and left before she got up, though Addisyn did manage to stay up or wake early enough that she caught him brushing his lips across her forehead, cheek, or nose sweetly. He didn't stay though, as soon as she showed signs of stirring he either slipped through the door or rolled over on his side.
They hardly spoke.
Breakfast he spent in the gardens, since he left for them so early, and lunch was typically spent with Alby or in small meetings with Keepers, no doubt discussing stock and the progress of each faction. He came to her at dinner though, slipping into his usual place by her side at the table they typically shared with Minho, Clint, Jeff, and most of the time Alby. They clearly suffered withdrawals from touching one another, that much was painfully obvious to anyone in the Glade. Despite the anger and distance, when he did sit down beside her, his body pressed against hers at every available angle. From feet to shoulders they touched, though her shoulder pressed into his upper arm instead given the height difference. Those small touches were where it ended though, and they were both far too stubborn to make the first move.
Even though he would allow the simple touch, they still didn't talk.
The only time they did, his voice was always quiet and low when a barely audible greeting left his lips.
Addisyn missed his voice, the way it could soothe all her worries and hidden fears or send her into a calm state of bliss, simply relaxing against him as he whispered this and that softly into her ear. She missed the comfort that his accented, sinfully silky tone could provide as it wrapped itself around her, or the flaming heat it could spark in her veins.
Him, she missed him.
And it showed.
Jeff and Clint were constantly checking up on her and Newt from what she'd overheard, Alby's looks couldn't be more disapproving if he tried, and for once in the entire time she'd known him Minho actually looked worried. She kept hoping that it would stop, that they would just open their mouths and speak to the other, discuss what was happening and why she wanted to do it so badly. But he didn't…and she didn't either.
Now, the time was up.
Three days of torturous separation from Newt and the desire in her gut to run had long since been traded for sadness and unease.
He'd finally spoken more than just two words at a time early that morning, after coming to bed a little earlier than he had been the night before and actually slipping his arm around her waist, pressing his body close to hers. When he woke he stayed for a bit, breaking pattern as he waited until Addisyn stirred from sleep to slip from the bedding and dress himself. She had hidden the hurt she'd felt, letting out a small sigh as she sunk back into the pillows, but then nearly jumped out of her skin when his voice was right against her ear.
"Addisyn."
Her entire body jolted, her head whipping to the side in surprise to find him there, crouching down on her level as he balanced his weight on his heels. Hazel eyes that were occasionally hidden by wisps of messy blonde hair stared deeply into her own green ones, a gentle yet rough finger tracing across her cheek and temple softly.
"You don't have to do this you know."
"I know," Addisyn whispered, so quiet even she could hardly hear it.
His eyes captured hers and held them prisoner, his fingers tightening in her hair. They begged her silently, pleaded with the girl to reconsider her decision and plan for the day. They were angry, hurt, caring, afraid, and loving all at the same time; so many emotions turning them into a stormy mix of lighter browns, golds, and greens.
Newt was begging her to stay.
She could see it there, swirling in those eyes that she had come to adore and lost herself in day after day.
And she was close to slipping, close to giving him exactly what it was he desired so adamantly. That she forget about the running, forget about going into the concrete prison, forget the entire fight they'd been having and remain there in bed. He'd stay; she could see that there too. He would skip the gardens and leadership duty with Alby, he would get them food at mealtimes and keep her right there in that room, their bodies pressed together for the entire day.
She wanted to, Gods how she wanted to.
But then her opinion would never be taken seriously again, and all the boys in the Glade would think they could command Addisyn as Newt did. She would look weak, spineless, like a pushover who caved.
Silence was answer enough.
He closed his eyes tightly before blinking them back open and leant over to press a sweet kiss on her forehead. He breathed something there against her skin, words so soft she was unable to understand them, and her heart stuttered violently in her chest. Addisyn's stomach clenched, a nasty knot of anxiety and fear suddenly wrapping its cold fingers around her insides before beginning to tug on them harshly. There was something she needed to tell him, something she had to say…
But he was walking away.
"Newt-"
Her body lurched forward, leaving her halfway in and halfway out of the bed. He froze at the door, his eyes finding hers as he glanced over his shoulder, an expectant look on his face even though it was devoid of hope, like he wouldn't dare to allow himself to.
The words, they were there, right on the tip of her tongue.
Love…I love…I love you…
"I'll see you tonight?"
They both deflated at the same time, the different words that each of them had wanted to hear not being the ones that left her mouth. He gave a small nod, his jaw tight and cheek stuck between his teeth as he bit down.
"Tonight."
Shaking her head to clear herself of the memory, Addisyn stared blankly at the massive doors before her.
They were still closed, it wasn't yet time for them to slowly make their way open. She was alone, waiting for Minho after he had slipped from her side, saying he would grab their lunches from Frypan before he caught up with her again. The jittery feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn't leave her alone and it was slowly becoming painful the longer it progressed.
Should she really be doing this?
Newt didn't want her to, was afraid for her to go inside the Maze and run it, he wanted her to stay and be by his side. She was hurting him, doing this. Leaving him there in the Glade to worry over her return for the rest of the day, his running days over and leaving him unable to go with her. He would be awful to be around, brooding and moody no doubt. And even though a voice inside her was screaming that he didn't control what she did, another quiet voice reminded her that being with someone, being a part of a duo meant making compromises and working together on situations instead of doing everything for yourself.
Leaving him like she was…it couldn't be right.
And that knowledge didn't help the uneasy feeling that had been steadily mounting inside her being so far that morning, like it just might be possible that something would in fact end up going wrong while she was out there.
There was a possibility that she would never see him again.
That she could die out there, get stuck in the Maze somewhere, never to return.
Addisyn's eyes darted up, searching the quietness of the Glade for the blonde hair that she knew so well. They trailed over the homestead where she worked with the Med-jacks a lot of the time and where they ate, over the small hut that had been constructed for her, over the kitchen area, but she couldn't find Newt anywhere.
"Shank couldn't stay and watch Addy," Minho murmured, his voice floating in the air to her as he approached. "Couldn't take it. He's in the back gardens."
She nodded mutely, feeling both relieved and disappointed.
If he was standing there, watching her leave him, she wasn't sure she would have actually been able to make the right at the end of the first tunnel. But a part of her had been hoping he would be there, so that she could press her body and lips to his before she left.
Just in case.
Minho watched her carefully and silently, witnessing the emotions flicker over her face as she obviously fought with her indecision. He knew a part of her wasn't in this, especially considering Newt was so against it, so he let her take her time in making sure this was what she wanted. Because once they left, once they began that trek through those shadowy walls, he needed her devoted to the Run entirely.
No Newt.
No fighting.
No Glade.
Just running, surviving, and making it back to the doors on time.
Her green eyes connected with his, shocking him slightly as he ripped himself from his thoughts and took stock of her. Determination seemed to have set in, though he could still see it in her eyes that she wasn't quite sure, but she was devoted to her task.
"Ready, sweetheart?" He muttered, arching an eyebrow.
This was her first run, he'd leave the smartass sarcasm alone for the time being.
Her eyes darted backward once more, making a general sweep of the area in case Newt had changed his mind. In case he was there, watching her, giving her that second time to back out of this crazy need to see what lay within the walls. But he wasn't there. She turned back to her raven-haired friend, giving him a tight smile as she pulled the backpack tighter across her back and set her eyes in front of her with a nod.
"Ready."
~.~.~
~.~.~
He was there.
Pressed amongst the trees, hiding in the shadows, Newt watched her as she shifted from foot to foot in front of the Maze. He watched as she frowned at the ground, her body tense and on alert for any little thing. He watched her search for him, his knuckles bleeding white from the force he gripped the bark with as he tried to hold himself back from rushing toward her.
She wasn't certain.
Earlier, when it had still been dark and he'd knelt there by her side, silently pleading that she give up this endeavor she had seemed more certain.
Now, it looked like if he appeared she might just stay.
But it wouldn't be what she truly wanted.
She had a curiosity that far surpassed any Greenbean that had ever been delivered to them out of The Box. It rushed through her the instant he had jumped down into it with her, hauling her to her feet gently as her soft skin met his own, roughened with the years of being in the Glade. Her questions had immediately started before anyone had a single chance to even ask her one, and they had never stopped.
Addisyn learned…everything.
She was insatiable.
So somehow, gritting his teeth and wincing as the bark of the tree cut into his palms, Newt managed to hold himself still as the sinister grinding of gears assaulted the air and the doors slowly began to open. He bit down on his tongue to keep from yelling out as she took one last look behind her, eyes darting everywhere she could around camp, obviously searching for him.
He watched her disappear into the Maze.
He watched her go.
And the Glade tried its best to ignore the pained, inhuman noise that resonated through the small forest.
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It hadn't been what Addisyn expected.
Dark and dreary, thoroughly repetitious and unappealing, The Maze was altogether…rather boring in her opinion. Sure there had been moments of amazement, the architecture was exquisite, but all in all it was just a simple maze of giant proportions. There had been nothing exciting, no traces of any life stuck out to her (not even Grievers), and she had been more than ready to return to the Glade early.
Especially after her talk with Minho as they ate.
"I know I probably shouldn't say it, but I don't see what the big shucking deal was." She huffed quietly, picking at her sandwich. "I mean, there's been nothing. It's not even scary all that much!"
Minho chewed thoughtfully, dark eyes mapping the frustration in her face. She had spent three days fighting with Newt on this, and now she was sure it was entirely not worth it.
Not at all.
"He worries you'll get addicted." Minho finally supplied, glancing up at her.
She turned, clearly confused and silently asking what he meant.
"You know what happened with Newt and the Maze, yeah?" He questioned, watching her eyes.
"Pretty much just the basics, but I get the general idea, yes." Addisyn muttered.
He sighed and unfolded himself from the wall he leaned against, gathering up his supplies and motioning for her to do the same before they began the trip back. They would walk a bit first so that he could finish his point, he didn't think Newt had fully made it clear.
"To Newt, this place wasn't always a curse." Minho explained, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "It was a source of possible hope, that somewhere deep in these walls there was either an answer to The Glade or a source of escape. It was a job."
Addisyn nodded as they walked, remembering that Newt had once been a Runner quite easily. Secretly, she hoped for something new from this information, something to explain how he'd entirely lost it at the mere suggestion she run it even one time.
"The job then became the obsession." Minho winced. "It became all he could think and talk about, not a single thing else. Not friends or food; nothing that wasn't some sort of plan or mission to free us from the Maze and when that failed…"
She flinched, eyes squeezing shut.
Yes, she knew that part of the story.
"He doesn't want that to be you, Addy. He doesn't want the Maze to take you like it almost took him."
Suddenly, it didn't matter that he'd made such a loud fool of himself in claiming her. It didn't matter that he was mad at her for wanting to run and probably was for doing so. It didn't matter that she was mad at him for practically ignoring her over the previous days. Nothing at all mattered except getting back to the Glade as soon as they could, finding Newt, and throwing herself into his warm, protective hold.
Nothing.
So it really shouldn't have been a shock that everything began to deteriorate from there.
Out of nowhere at all, Minho had tripped over what was seemingly thin air. He swore up and down that his foot had connected with something heavy, something large, but when Addisyn turned back around to observe his distance to her, there was nothing but his own self sprawled across the concrete flooring.
And his now constantly swelling ankle.
She had cursed, he had echoed her, and then Addisyn was hefting the dark-haired boy up to lean somewhat on her shoulders as they struggled between a fast paced walk and a slow jog. Because of their delayed style of movement, time passed much more quickly than they realized.
The sun began to sink.
Both Addisyn and Minho panicked.
The gears were beginning to grind when they took the last turn, finding the entirety of the Glade waiting for them at the end of the tunnel. There was the higher-pitched squealing whine of gears shifting and chains pulling as the doors began to press together. The boys were all yelling, screaming at the top of their lungs for both her and Minho to hurry their shucking asses up, and Addisyn's chest constricted with a mixture of fear and exertion.
Could they make it?
Could she live through a night in the Maze?
Could she ever forgive herself for leaving Newt without the truth, for dying on him when he needed her so much, all so she could check out the contents of a massive stone structure?
The last two were probably negatives, but Addisyn was going to be damned if she and her charge didn't make it back into the safety offered by the greens and browns that waited for them, right there.
Addisyn ran, sprinted. She wasn't sure, but she thought she might not actually be breathing. Or that she was breathing so quickly, she couldn't even distinguish a pattern.
Minho grunted in pain, both from his ankle and her nails as she dug them in to his arm, refusing to leave him behind for anything as she drug him along.
The Glade yelled, screamed, held their breath.
The doors were closing in, grinding down the space left for running, forcing their shoulders inward toward their spines until they turned sideways to continue on. Addisyn's mind panicked, convinced that she was going to be flattened right there, only a few feet away from safety, and left for the Gladers and her friends to find in the morning.
Newt.
He would never be the same, ever again.
And with that realization fresh in her mind, something inside of Addisyn just…snapped.
With a last gasp for air and her nails digging into Minho's forearm painfully, she sprinted just the littlest bit faster, pushing until her lungs seared inside of her chest and her entire body burned. It was there, right there and finally, the two of them slid into a dusty pile of grime, dirt, sweat and blood at the crowd's feet, the heavy steel and concrete doors sealing shut with a resounding thud less than a second later and only a few inches from their bodies.
Stunned silence reigned in the clearing, before all the boys broke into a chaotic uproar.
Cheers, screaming, yelling, clapping; it all blurred into one huge and painful noise in Addisyn's mind as she blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the haze from her vision. She dropped to her knees roughly, her chest heaving as she gasped for air and her heart thundered against her chest. Hands were on her, trying to pull her up from the ground, but she couldn't make a sound and she still just couldn't breathe right. The panic and adrenaline had combined, pushing her into hyperventilation as she knelt there in the dirt beside her equally out of breath friend, on her hands and knees. Her heart pounded, her ears rang, and she felt like she was never going to get enough breath back into her lungs.
"Addy? Christ, Addy breathe!" Alby was near, leaning over her possibly. "Hey, HEY! Slim it! She can't even talk!"
No, she couldn't talk. She couldn't breathe! And where was he, where was that head of tousled blonde hair and beautifully smooth features?
Newt, she needed Newt.
She couldn't explain it, the burning need in her body or the instinctual pull that was there. Addisyn needed to be near him, needed to touch him, to feel him by her. She couldn't breathe without him, couldn't complete a single rational thought.
Not until she was with him.
Unknowingly, she was calling his name.
She couldn't hear it, not over the high-pitched ringing in her ears or the blood pounding through her head. The boys however, could. It started off raspy, just barely loud enough for Alby to hear as he crouched over her and Minho, who she still had a firm grip on. It changed though, the longer she went without seeing him anywhere. It turned to desperate crying, and she shrugged off anyone who tried to touch her violently. From there it changed to a high-pitched wailing noise before pushing right on to downright screaming his name.
Addisyn wasn't the only one who felt something snap inside themselves.
When the doors had begun to close, it had taken five different boys to physically hold down the blonde second in command. They'd practically forced him into the dirt, almost sitting on him to keep him there as he yelled at the top of his lungs for the green-eyed girl and thrashed in their grip. He hadn't been able to see through the others' feet, hadn't been able to make sure that she made it through the doors, not until he heard her above the noise.
Punches were thrown, lashing out with kicks and fists; he brutally threw each of the boys who had pushed him down aside to break free. A red haze clouded his vision and something deeply primal inside of him rose to the surface.
He wouldn't stop until he felt her skin, held her in his arms, could see for himself that she was safe. She was his, and his alone to take care of, no one else's.
"Get OUT of my bloody way, ya shuck-faces, before I throw you in the pit!"
Ah, there he was.
Addisyn's lips turned up in a small smile as she listened to him fight his way through the crowd that had closed in on both her and Minho once they'd thrown themselves from the Maze. He was yelling at the top of his lungs, alternating between her name and insulting threats, all while bodies were forcefully moved from his path until, finally, he dropped to his knees at her side.
"Newt-" She croaked out, her throat raw from screaming so long.
He stared down at her, eyes a mixture between blazing anger, immeasurable fear, and something so passionate and profound that it left tingles racing over every inch of skin she possessed. He didn't speak, most likely because it would mainly be yelling and 'I-Told-You-So's, but he reached forward with a trembling hand, smoothing his fingers along her jaw and into her hair.
"Bloody hell, love." He whispered. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again."
Addisyn smiled dimly before her eyes rolled back…
And she fainted right into his lap.
~.~.~
"-the shuck happened out there?"
The words floated into her consciousness, rousing her from the deep and comfortable darkness she'd fallen into. The last thing she could remember was warm fingers, familiar fingers, smoothing over the soft skin of her cheek and jaw before they tangled in her hair. His voice, deep and warm even as it cracked with emotion, promising she would never get too far away from him, ever again.
"Don't even know man, everything was normal until it just…wasn't."
Her lashes fluttered across her cheeks as her eyelids twitched, the urge to open her eyes becoming stronger as she laid there, the voices of Alby and Minho filtering through her ears. They sounded like they were near, probably the main room of the Med-jack hut, if that's where they'd taken her.
"-on time, running, and then I tripped-"
"How?" Newt grunted, his voice on edge. "How the bloody shuck did you trip Minho? You never trip, ever!"
"I don't know, okay?! There was something there, I swear it! I tripped right over it! And then, when Addy turned around to find me, it just…wasn't." He trailed off, sounding unsure.
Silence.
"What do you mean, it wasn't?" Alby questioned.
Addisyn's eyes blinked open, staring up at the hut's roof that lay above her. Her entire body was sore, aching from the strain of supporting Minho as they ran and the way the concrete walls had started to squish her body. Her lungs seemed sensitive, like they had burned off a layer of tissue within them. A groan slipped through her lips as she flexed her body, her abdomen stiff as she sat up.
"I mean that one minute it was there to trip me, and when Addy helped me up, it was gone." Minho spoke assuredly. "Whatever it was."
She knew, on some level, that she should be alarmed. That something about that sentence, that entire situation she relived in her mind's eye was odd. Too strange, too coincidental, almost like a set up. But her body ached and she felt dirty, the layer of sweat and dust on her skin dried into her pores, making it stretch tight and uncomfortable.
Addisyn needed a bath.
"The Creators…" Alby muttered, a mixture of anger and confusion in his tone. "They did this?"
"Why?" Newt growled. "Why would they even want to catch Minho and Addy in the Maze for the night?"
She frowned as she shakily moved along, leaning against the wall as she padded toward the Med-jack hut's only bathroom.
Why indeed?
~.~.~
She didn't hear him come in.
Addisyn was too busy leaning over the sink, her cupped hands filling with water to splash against her face. She had been taking stock of her body's reactions, noting how her legs still burned and felt almost rubbery, her arms ached from the added weight of supporting Minho, and her shoulders throbbed from being slowly crushed by the Maze doors. The cool water was a pleasant contrast to the dull pain, distracting her from it and her surroundings as she attempted to blank out the events of the day.
Until long, sturdy arms snaked around her waist and large, warm hands rubbed over her hips.
They caressed the flat expanse of her stomach, dipping low to sneak under the material of her tank top before smoothing over her skin. Fingers roughened from hard labor met silky softness, and an involuntary moan caught in the back of her throat, escaping as a quiet hum. The grip on her body tightened instantly at the noise and she took the opportunity to glance up and meet his eyes in the small mirror, her body tensing with a mixture of excitement and anxiety upon glimpsing the look she found there.
His hazel eyes were steely, glinting dangerously in the light.
His jaw was clenched, a stern expression hiding the spike of lust that throbbed throughout his body, pushing the fear and worry to the back of his mind.
Newt was angry, amongst other things.
And she had the creeping suspicion that she would be punished for her decision to run after all. Addisyn shivered at the thought, her body vibrating in his hold as his eyes darkened further every second their stare through the reflective glass held, his fingertips digging into her skin. A thrill raced up her spine, forcing all worries and fearful thoughts of her day away. All she could think of, could see, was Newt.
"I thought I was going to lose you."
His voice was deep, so deep, and raspier than she'd ever heard it before. It dripped with his emotions, oozed the desire he felt, and left her thighs clenching together instinctively. Newt gritted his teeth and pressed her against the sink's edge, quickly filling the space left between them after doing so as he loomed over her body, their height difference allowing him to crowd her and surround her entirely. The hand on her hip snuck around to the front of her left thigh, gripping it almost painfully tight as his other hand caressed the skin of her stomach, steadily moving upward toward her chest. He had closed his eyes and tipped his head forward, leaving his lips to brush against her ear as he buried his nose in her hair, his chest expanding as he breathed her in. Addisyn bit down hard on her lip, suppressing the moan that came from such a simple action while trying to ignore the sensation of Newt's hand on her thigh, squeezing and tracing patterns with his fingertips silently. She could barely keep herself still, to hold in the squirms that her nerve endings and body were begging her for, encouraging her to press herself back against him tightly.
He was taking his time, and she briefly wondered if that wasn't the punishment in itself.
She wanted him so badly.
"I was scared," Newt confessed in a whisper, his voice almost cracking. "So bloody scared. Never been more scared, ever. I'm sure of it."
Addisyn's eyes fluttered closed, stinging with unshed tears as she melted back into him, giving Newt her weight to support as he wrapped his body around hers. The guilt was there, throbbing deeply in her heart despite trying not to think about never seeing him again. It made her chest ache, her lungs stutter clumsily, freezing inside her ribcage and making it hard to breathe. A hurricane of emotion slammed into her violently, leaving her gasping for air as she began to lose herself to it, to the idea of losing him; his touch, his smile, the way it felt to wake up to his whispers in her ear. Addisyn's knees buckled under the weight of it all, her cheeks wet as silent tears slipped down her face while it all became too much.
Warm hands stoked her skin, heated lips pressed to her neck; Newt.
Just like always, he was there, anchoring her to their world and pulling her back from the edge of oblivion.
His own heart thudded through his chest, the beat of it radiating into her back comfortingly as he hushed her, whispering incoherent words against her ear and skin while he pressed kisses there, his arms squeezing her tightly and securing her body to his.
"You will never run again." He commanded, forcing her to look in the mirror.
Green eyes clouded with tears met darkened, fiery hazel ones that were watching her every move carefully, more than ready to reprimand her if she decided to fight him.
She didn't.
Her nod of agreement was swift.
"I won't risk it." Newt continued, his voice gaining strength even in its roughness as he spoke. "I can't lose you, Addy. I bloody well wouldn't survive it."
And with that, his teeth sunk into the skin of her neck.
The hand on her thigh had trailed up her side and tangled into her long brunette locks, wrapped around his fist as he pulled her head to the side to make room for him. He kept a punishing grip, her cream-colored skin locked between his teeth as a shocked gasp tore from her lips, leaving her nearly keening. Her hand flew up, fingers gripping and pulling at his thick, dirty blonde hair as her eyes rolled backwards. Newt grunted as she tugged at him, retaliating by pulling at her own hair before massaging her scalp while he loosened his grip on her neck, switching from biting to sucking as he worked to leave a mark in his wake.
"N-Newt," Addisyn whimpered, sinking back against his chest.
He let out a dark chuckle as his lips moved on, tracing a path from the crook of her neck all the way up to the sweet spot beneath her jaw. His tongue was hot and insistent as he laved at her pulse point, letting out a groan when he was able to feel the faint beat of her heart through the artery there. She shuddered in his hold as the hand under her shirt moved further north, grazing the underneath of her breast, and she dropped her head back to his shoulder as her eyes fluttered closed with the sensation.
Dark eyes opened again, taking a glance in the mirror.
She was pressed up against his body, completely pliant in his hands which had both drifted to her skin; one tracing the under wire of her bra where it met her skin and the other teasing the smooth expanse directly beneath her navel and above the waistline of her shorts. Her head was thrown back against him, eyes shut and lips parted, and the vision of her left a smirk on his lips as he licked them. He reveled in the sight of the two of them reflected there, her body engulfed by his own, and it fed the fire in his blood that left him nearly panting as his skin burned in contact with hers.
He needed her, now.
The sound of her tank top disintegrating as Newt reached up and ripped it from top to bottom between his hands shocked Addisyn from her blissful haze.
Her eyes flew open wide in response, darting to the mirror to watch as he pulled the ruined material from her body then tossed it aside, his hands immediately returning to her chest where he palmed her breasts through the remaining barrier of her bra. All while he continued to stare, his eyes burning into hers. He set to work, squeezing and tweaking as his hips instinctively curved up into hers, his nose nuzzled into her neck as he inhaled her scent.
"I'm going to fuck you." He bit out, his tone husky with need.
She shivered in his arms, her back arching to push herself further into Newt's grip. He pushed her bra down in response, groaning with her as the sensitive skin of her breast met the roughness of his palms freely. Trailing his tongue up her neck slowly, his took her earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently. A spike of lust shot down his spine and settled there at the sound of her moan, the sound echoing off the walls.
Her mouth dropped open as he suckled her skin, massaging everywhere he touched. "I'm going to fuck you, Addisyn. So bloody hard."
She moaned as he spoke, the words dirty and rough sending a thrill throughout her body.
"You're going to scream my name." He promised, laying a kiss behind her ear. "You'll scream it for the entire shucking Glade to hear."
A curse left her lips, her chest heaving with her quickened breaths.
Newt smirked at her in the mirror before his hands were moving, flying across her skin as he unclipped the bra from her chest, catching it in his hands as it fell to the floor. He tossed it aside with the remains of her top, his tongue darting out across his bottom lip as her torso was left fully bare to him. He drug the blunt of his nails upward, from her lower abdomen to neck before twisting her head to the side and capturing her lips with his.
The kiss was rough, heated.
He devoured her mouth with his.
Working his lips against hers, he tugged on her bottom one gently with his teeth before sliding his tongue along it, silently requesting entrance. Her lips quirked up in a smirk at his attempt and she fought against him, working to keep her lips sealed. Newt let out a low growl from his chest, the sound rumbling from his front into her back and he grabbed at her, his hand roughly pushing between her thighs without warning.
Addisyn gasped, her mouth falling open as she pushed herself into his hand.
Newt grinned wolfishly, slipping his tongue through her open lips to capture a taste of her sweetness.
They moaned simultaneously as he did; Addisyn arching her back into his chest and tilting her head to give him better access as Newt dipped into her, plundering her mouth with his tongue while he deepened their kiss and increased the intensity. He pushed her forward, trapping her with the sink as he divided his attention between teasing the skin above her waistband and stealing the breath from her very lungs. She shivered against him as he scratched gently along her stomach, his fingers slipping downward into her shorts, and a throaty moan escaped her lips, only to be swallowed by his.
Her body burned with need, the desire to make skin on skin contact pushing to the front of her mind.
She scrabbled at his shirt even from her position faced away from him, pushing her fingers underneath the material. He grunted into her mouth when her cooler fingertips met the warmth of his stomach, playing across the defined muscles that contracted there. They finally parted their lips for air, each panting harshly, and Newt brushed his parted lips down her jaw and neck in a refusal to part contact. Addisyn pushed back into him, her ass brushing the hardness that had become trapped against her back and with a growl he spun her around to face him again, his lips claiming hers harshly as his free hand cupped the back of her neck.
Teeth and tongue met wildly, their hands skimming over each other's bodies.
Addisyn used the new position to her advantage and tore at his shirt, forcing it up his body as her nails scraped over his skin until she was able to throw it at their feet. Their lips came back together again instantly, refusing to be apart from the other's for too long a time. Newt's fingers slipped around to her ass, palming and squeezing it roughly even in the little space provided between her shorts and skin. The movement prompted her to arch into his hold, her hips angled upward toward his as she pushed against them. A deep groan pushed its way through his throat as she did, his eyes squeezing shut as he breathed harshly against the smooth skin of her neck, peppering it with kisses and surprising her with quick nips of his teeth.
"Newt-" She panted, her head tilted backward in his hand.
He grunted, face still buried into her neck.
"Newt, I…I need-" Addisyn pleaded, desperate for his touch to douse the fire burning through her veins.
"Tell me, beautiful." He cooed against her skin, his tongue darting out for a taste of it. "Tell me what you need."
He hummed quietly at her inability to answer, grabbing her ass tightly as he practically lifted her from the floor so that he could grind himself into her. A high-pitched moan echoed in the room, mixing with the sound of their heated breaths and her quiet words as he did so. The friction left her near hysterical with desire and she gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into the skin there as they left red markings behind. Her hand slipped lower as he worked his tongue across the bare skin of her chest, tracing the muscles of his abdomen once more, only this time she continued to follow the definitive lines as they dipped lower still.
Newt's breath hitched in his throat the lower she ventured, his entire frame tensing as she went.
And just as he slipped his tongue around her nipple, her hand squeezed the bulge pressing into the apex of her thighs.
Loud moans sounded out from each of them, and though they knew it had likely been overheard, they were each too far gone to even consider stopping.
He seemed to be everywhere at once to her; one hand on the rounded skin of her ass, the other massaging and pulling at the breast left free from his mouth, all while his tongue traced lazy circles and patterns across the other. Her eyes had squeezed shut on contact, her breathing increased dramatically, and her hand clamped down on the hardness that was left straining against the zipper of Newt's cargo pants. She guided her palm up and down the fabric-covered length of him, humming against his shoulder as she tangled her free fingers in his hair and pulled gently.
Newt took it as a sign to switch, and quickly captured her untouched breast in his mouth as he released the other to his hand. Addisyn used his distraction, taking the time to unravel the drawstring of his brown cargoes before easing the zipper down, all the while moaning and whimpering as his lips, teeth, and tongue worked against her flesh, teasing, nipping, and sucking. Her fingers slid down across his skin, following the trail of fine hair to the hardened length of him that was hidden beneath his boxers. As soon as she made contact, slim fingers wrapping around the base of him, Newt jolted forward against her. His eyes had opened again, now hooded with desire and pupils blown wide with lust as a deep, rumbling groan resonated in his chest.
"Christ, Addy!" He panted, pressing his forehead to hers.
She grinned up at him, sliding her hand up and down his length in a teasingly slow manner while she nibbled at his bottom lip, her tongue dipping into his opened mouth now and then.
"Like that?" She whispered against his lips, her lips turning in a smirk.
He growled in affirmation, pulling her closer by the hand in her shorts as he did so. Newt's breath turned to pants as she continued to work him, sharp tingles rushing down to gather at the base of his spine. He lifted his hips into hers, enjoying the way she let out quiet little moans when the action trapped her hand between each of them, adding pressure to the place he knew she needed it the most. With that thought in mind, he teased his fingers across her skin until he reached the flattened expanse of her lower stomach again, choosing to dip his fingers down lower instead of pulling them free. Addisyn was so concentrated on the task of pumping him in her hand as she sucked at his neck that she didn't take notice of the new position until his long fingers grazed her core.
She wrenched her lips from his skin, a gasp tearing through her throat. "Newt!"
He chuckled darkly, lifting his head from her chest to peer down into her clouded eyes. They were dazed with the sensations that had slowly been overwhelming her, leaving her in nothing but a cloud of pleasure. Now, with his fingers gently slipping along her folds and briefly nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves there, the pleasure threatened to consume her. Newt smirked as the rhythm of her hand on him faltered, though her grip remained constant, sometimes even tightening before he let out a hiss between his clenched teeth.
"Yes, darling?" He murmured, skimming his lips over her jaw.
Addisyn yelped quietly as he pressed his thumb into her clit, rubbing it slowly in a circular motion. He added deliberate pressure, adding to the intensity of the feeling and reveling in the way she squirmed against him; a fighting mixture of easing away from his touch and pressing herself into it aggressively. He continued to rub her as his middle finger slipped further down, teasing her entrance momentarily before, without any warning, he sunk it into her all the way to the knuckle.
"Fuck!" She hissed, her hips arching upward into him. "Newt!"
"Tell me baby," He breathed against her cheek, pressing kisses along it. "Tell me what you need."
Curling his finger gently, he began brushing it against the spot within her, a deep groan tearing from his chest as her muscles clamped down on his finger. The motion sucked his finger deeper inside of her and made it harder to pull his finger from within before sinking it back into her again. She moaned into his neck, her teeth scraping against his collarbone, and he slipped his knee between her thighs to add to the pressure there. Her head fell back with a whimper, eyes shut tightly, and continued to pump his length while beginning to slowly grind herself down on his knee and fingers. Newt let out a growl, using his free hand to fist her hair in his fingers, forcing her head further back.
"Look at me!" He demanded, biting down on her lip harder than before. "Tell me what you need Addisyn, tell me right now."
Her mouth popped open, eyes wide.
"You," She whispered. "I need you."
Newt nearly snarled at her answer, roughly spinning her around and arching her body over the edge of the sink. Their eyes met, both darkened with their desires as he reached around to the front of her, his fingers pulling and scrabbling at her shorts. Her giggles mixed with his grunts as he practically tore them from her body, a hiss escaping his lips as she was left in only her panties.
"Oh, you'll have me." He assured her, his eyes tracing her skin as his hands followed. "You'll have me bloody long and hard."
She moaned in response, his husky tone sending shivers down her spine.
It moved quickly after that as he ripped her panties from her body, the harsh sting of the elastic daunted by the pleasure that wracked her body as he reached around her and his fingers found her clit once more. His pants and boxers soon joined the mess on the floor as he towered behind her, arching his long, lean body into hers. Their skin made contact, each of them hissing out a breath as it did so, before he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her shoulders and neck. With a firm hand he reached down, taking hold of her right leg to prop it up on the sink while keeping a tight grip that wrapped around to the back of her knee and held it in place. His hand abandoned her clit before snaking between their bodies and guiding himself along her folds, each letting out small noises of excitement when the wetness there spread across him.
"Ready?" He rasped, looking away from where their bodies met briefly to catch her eye.
"Please!" She moaned, pressing back into him and provoking his growl.
With one thrust he sank into her fully, his length buried to the hilt.
Addisyn screamed when Newt slammed into her, choosing to enter her in one swift movement instead of gradually pushing his way inside. Her head slumped forward as he flung his own head back, eyes squeezed shut and fingers clenched down on her hips all in an attempt to keep from moving as she adjusted to him. She shook slightly in his hold, whimpering as he brushed warm lips up her spine to her neck while his thickness slowly stretched her insides. The sting of entry was gone and in a desperate attempt to make him move, Addisyn arched her back and rotated her hips.
"Addy," He hissed, taking a short thrust in and out. "So shucking tight, beautiful. You feel that? Feel how tight you grip my cock?"
Her eyes rolled back in her head as it fell onto his shoulder, leaving her back arched.
Newt grinned harshly down at her, his teeth still clenched to keep control as he slowly pulled himself out to the tip and sunk back all the way in again. Her moans took to the air, overpowering his in their pitch and consistency as rumbles escaped his chest and their pace increased. One hand remained on her hip, guiding them together and spreading her a little further open while the other slid up her back until it reached her neck. He gripped it tightly, arching his body over hers and bearing down on her with his weight as he began to set a punishing rhythm.
"Is that good, love?" Newt questioned, thrusting harder as his lips pressed to her ear. "You like the way I feel inside you? The way I stroke that pussy?"
Addisyn moaned loudly, nodding as best she could.
"Say it," He growled, pounding into her. "Tell me how much you like it, tell me you're mine."
The sound of skin connecting with skin and rubbing together sounded throughout the room, mixing together with her moans and whimpers as he grunted and groaned. They were loud, no doubt loud enough that half the Glade could hear them, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. He had almost lost her, had been held down as he watched her form slowly disappear behind the Maze walls and the darkness that lurked there. He had never known such fear, such agonizing pain as the idea of losing her, of living without her. She shared the sentiment and they were desperate for contact, for the physical reconnection to reassure them.
To prove that they were each there, that they were never letting go.
"Y-Yours, Newt." She stammered, arching backward into him. "I l-love it."
He groaned at her admission and pressed down on her spine, arching her body perfectly so that he could reach as deeply within her as he possibly could. He leant over her body, pressing his weight down into her as he traced his lips over her neck, sucking and biting it there. She shook underneath him, her muscles coiling tightly, and with his next hard thrust into her a bright whiteness consumed her vision. Pleasure soared through her body, leaving her trembling beneath him as she cried out his name for anyone to hear. Newt let out a loud shout as she came, the tightness gripping him nearly forcing his own orgasm when her walls contracted down on him, the throbbing coaxing him to spill himself inside her. He bared his teeth and growled, lifting her up suddenly from her position and ignoring her shriek as he laid her out on the floor before he covered her body with his.
He wasted no time, burying himself deep within her again in one smooth thrust.
Addisyn's moans turned to whimpers as he resumed his work, trading the quick thrusts for long strokes now that reached all the way inside her, leaving his tip to nudge her cervix. They were smooth and rolling as Newt arched his body, working his hips against hers until there was absolutely no space left between them.
"Look at me, love." He commanded again, hovering over her.
Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, Newt braced his weight on his left forearm with his fingers tangled in her hair and cradling her head. His chest pressed into hers, crushing her gently with weight and leaving him to shudder as her nipples flattened against him. Their stomachs and hips grazed each other's with each of his movements, and their legs laced together before he slipped his free hand underneath her body. He gripped her ass in his right hand, using his hold to angle her hips as she hitched her thighs around his waist tightly. Her green eyes lazily blinked open to see him, even as she shook gently with the aftershocks of her first orgasm.
She looked so beautiful beneath him.
And she was all his.
"Keep your eyes on me Addy," He whispered, pressing feather light kisses along her forehead. "I want to look into your eyes when you cum."
At her feeble nod, words still too hard to use in her current state, Newt arched his hips into hers and once more set up a rhythm that would take them to the end. Their lips crashed together, tongues dueling and teeth nipping as they kissed, each borrowing oxygen from the other. When the need for air became too great they broke apart, only to keep their lips touching as they moved together. She could feel the heat pooling in her stomach, her muscles tensing as she neared her end, and her toes curled as her thighs gripped Newt's body to her. He could feel the way she changed, how her breathing became harsher and her body began to writhe beneath his, losing control of itself as she sought the wonderful bliss of her orgasm. It brought his own even closer, the fire of desire burning down his spine where it gathered there, a tingling buzz that left him harder than ever as he pulsed inside her.
"Newt, I…I, ah! I'm g-going to-" She babbled, her nails digging into his sides.
"Yes!" He hissed, his eyes blazing down into hers. "Let go love, let go. Scream for me baby, scream so all these shuck-faces know exactly who you belong to!"
And, as if waiting for his command, she did.
Her mouth dropped open, her lungs expanded with a deep breath, and her eyes never strayed from his when a beautiful wail escaped her lips as she came apart beneath him. It was choked off as she shook and squirmed, the extra sensitivity of her clit grinding against his pubic bone and his continued thrusts drawing her orgasm on as long as possible. Newt's pace became erratic as he lost his own control, his thrusts wild as his teeth sunk themselves into her neck, leaving behind a reddened mark. Hands gripping her ass and hair, he drove himself into her repeatedly until the buzz at the base of his spine poured itself through him and he jerked into her tight, wet heat.
"Fuck, baby!" He shouted, his vision blacking out as he exploded inside of her.
Addisyn moaned in contentment, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she felt the warmth of him fill and splash her insides. He continued to draw back and thrust forward jerkily, his entire body vibrating as the last of his orgasm pulsed through his body, and he emptied himself inside of her before gently collapsing on top of her. She brushed her lips along his collarbone and jaw, soothing his aftershocks with gentle kisses as his weight caged her in protectively.
"I love you Newt." She whispered, resting her forehead on his.
He froze, eyes widening from their blissful half-closed state they had been in.
"W-What?"
"I love you." Addisyn repeated with a smile, her fingers tracing his spine as she kept her legs wrapped tightly around him. "I should've said it sooner and I should have listened to you before, but I'm telling you now. I love you, and I'll never do something to endanger us, ever again."
Tears had gathered as she spoke and slowly began their trek down her temples, only to be brushed away by the object of her affections. He stared at her in wonderment, soothing the tears away with his fingertips and lips until she quieted. He pressed his forehead against hers then, staring deeply into her eyes as he opened his mouth that had quirked up in a pleased grin and caressed her lips with his.
"I love you too."
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The teenager dressed in white finally managed to look away, his cheeks reddened with a heated flush that had crept up his neck the moment the footage began. He cursed his luck for drawing this assignment, both because of the requirements of overseeing such a thing and because of the niggling doubt that lingered at the back of his mind, growing stronger each and every day that his W.I.C.K.E.D superiors drafted an exercise or experiment that began to toy far too much with the line of morality.
He had been guilt-ridden, his heart hammering in his chest after watching Subject A7 and Subject A11 nearly die as the Maze doors shut on them.
And now, watching the reunion of Subject A5 and A11, knowing that it was a result of something crafted by the Maze's fellow Creators and scientists…
There was a sickening churning in his stomach.
"Thomas."
He shivered, finding that his hate for her voice was increasing day by day. It was cold, freezing cold like ice that you refused to drop, despite how it began to burn your skin. Cold and emotionless, just like her. As if these weren't people's actual lives they were manipulating and playing with, as if they were simply dolls to be moulded and played with as they searched for answers to their inquiries.
"Thomas, progress report?"
He cleared his throat, dragging his eyes away from the monitor in front of him.
"Subjects A7 and A11 returned from the Maze, nearly missing their entry time. Chaos ensued and Subject A5's Target Killzone Area was activated when he was restrained, leading to him losing control until he was with Subject A11 again and made skin contact." He answered, looking away from the cold gray eyes trained on him.
He ignored Teresa's nervous fidgeting across the control room.
"And the secondary project?" She inquired, her voice seemingly bored and monotone.
He looked away, the redness of his earlier embarrassment creeping along his skin once more, even as his stomach rolled and protested loudly while his heart stuttered in his chest.
"Thomas!" She snapped, impatient.
He sat up straight, trying for a mask of indifference. "The medicinal supplements added to their food were eliminated, leaving Subject A11 susceptible...t-to fertilization."
Thomas shifted uncomfortably after his report, concentrating on keeping his new found disapproval away from his facial features. Cold eyes glinted as they watched him before taking a glance at the monitor sat in front of him, a sinister smirk curling up the edges of her thin lips and casting her features in a harsh, sharp light as she witnessed the Glade's only couple reunite. She nodded curtly once, her high heels tapping on the concrete flooring as she exited the control room, her cold voice carrying back toward him and leaving him shivering in disgust.
"Excellent. The genetic cultivation can now begin."
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Ominous ending, eek!
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