Hey guys, sorry to keep you waiting so long. This is an old entry that I've fixed up for you to read. This takes place a few weeks after the remaining Gladers and Immunes arrived to Paradise. It involves almost-sexy time, so if you want a 'to be continued' leave me a review.

-Courtney

She sees Minho under the kitchen tent collecting his serve of chopped apples and water from Frypan. A fair few people mill around with woven food plates in their hands stacked with different fruits and vegetables. Julie stands a few meters away, at the edge of the forest, and contemplatives going to see him. She doesn't know what she would say or do. She hasn't talked to him for a few weeks- ever since they came through the Flat Trans he's been busy with leader stuff- housing, rations, organizing foraging parties- and it's killing her. He's hardly been around the camp; he's always in the forest or by the shoreline, looking for...what? Another place to settle? A place to escape to? What exactly is it that he looks for out there? It isn't like they need a new location so quickly.

After a few moments of watching him laughing with Frypan she starts to feel desperate. His lips curve and his body murmurs with happiness. Her face flushes with desire and her breath catches when a slight breeze molds his shirt to his slender muscles. She sees individual abs and the slightness of his waist; the broad set of his shoulders.

She musters up her courage, now certain that she would go absolutely insane if she didn't go over to him right then, and starts walking. If she didn't hold his biceps or touch his lips or feel his weight on top of her she wouldn't know what to do.

She reaches Minho and taps him on the shoulder. He turns, and before he can say or do anything, she kisses him. Their lips touch for only a few seconds but it feels like an eternity to Julie. His are soft and warm, just how she imagined they would be when she first saw them in the Scorch. They were chapped in the desert and are now only just beginning to regain their dampness. He presses into her, hard, and she feels her breasts squash into his pecs. She lets a little sound free at the back of her throat, and distractedly hopes that he didn't hear it. She pulls away and opens her eyes quickly, to gauge his reaction. The first thing she notices is his mischievous, sexy grin. One corner of his mouth is pulled up in a lopsided smirk full of want and relief. She feels his emotions echo in her chest, her need to touch him greater than it has ever been before. His eyes are still closed, just on the brink of opening. Around them, people hoot and catcall and whistle. Lucky it's a small crowd, Julie thinks. Finally, Minho opens his eyes.

"Do that again," he mutters, just loud enough for her to hear. His voice is ragged with lust; something she never thought she would actually hear. She's heard him distraught, exhausted, starving and dry but never wanting. She kind of liked it.

"Maybe I will," she whispered hotly, her skin prickling with hope. She cocked her head to the side and then set off for the beach. His footsteps started behind her, followed by a fresh wave of clapping and catcalls.

It takes him a few minutes to join her on the beach. At first she's sitting alone on the peak of a sand dune, watching the cyan waves roll in and break onto the wet sand. She watches the thin, green sea grass that's growing out of the sand dune as it blows in the wind. It's beautiful. It would be peaceful, too, if her mind wasn't so clouded by darkness. She starts to worry that he isn't coming, like he changed his mind or succumbed to the pressure of the others. He was right behind her, wasn't he? Where could he've gone…

"Hey,"

She spins and sees Minho standing a few paces behind her. The straggly ends of his improvised shorts blow in the sea breeze.

"Hey," she says back.

"So,"

"So..."

"What just happened?"

"I'm sorry," she says, suddenly embarrassed. "That was…kind of…I don't know," she sighs, shakes her head. The heat of the moment has died down, and she doesn't think that he would want her now that there's not quite so much adrenaline involved.

Minho's quiet for a while.

"Do it again," he says.

"You don't have to- wait, what?"

"Do it again," he repeats, and she can hear the smirk in his voice. "I've been living with a group of guys for as long as I remember. And let me tell you, I can't do that with any one of them. So, I'm asking you to shucking kiss me. I can't bear to wait any longer."

Julie spins back around, her cheeks flowing with color. He stares at her teasingly, only one half of his mouth curling up into a grin. She doesn't know how he does that, but she's in awe.

She stands and brushes the sand off her pants. She approaches him casually, like she didn't just jump up at his words, and he laughs softly. She loves the noise it makes, so rough yet full of joy, that she continues to act nonplussed. He tilts his head back in an understated gesture, lips still moving with silent laughter. Then his arm whips out, all corded biceps and honey-colored skin, and pulls her into him so abruptly that he loses balance. They roll into the sand, her laughter and his pleased groans filling the air. They tumble down the small sand hill, his arms wrapped around her like a vice, like he's scared of letting go.

Then, when they come to a stop, Minho kisses Julie passionately. His lips, though she's sure this is his second kiss, know exactly what to do and how gently to press. They feel almost hot against hers, the sun and desire of the moment warming his everything. She lies against him, his legs split and tangled with hers. Sand particles litter his hair, and she feels them shake loose when she tugs on the hair at the back of his head. He lets out a little grunt, his lips stilling against hers for mere seconds before he gathers resolve and continues. She feels his hand snaking up her side, slender fingers hiking up her shirt restlessly. She reaches back and holds his wrist. He freezes underneath her, taking short, sharp breaths.

"Sorry," he breathes.

"No," she pants, inching his hand closer to her breasts. "I want you to,"

She guides his hand over her bra, letting him caress her in any way he pleases. She tilts his head to the side, letting go of his wrist, and kisses his rough jawline. A light shading of hair is starting to grow on his chin and it pecks against her lips as she moves along it. His lips part, his eyes drooping in an I'm-too-overwhelmed-to-keep-my-eyes-open kind of way, and she feels a rush of pleasure deep in her stomach. She's doing this. She's making his breath catch and bringing him comfort and letting him touch her. She's making his eyes droop and little growls manifest in his throat and making him harden. Her eyes pop open suddenly, and she thinks, Don't worry; that's just what happens. All guys do that. She feels his erection against her thigh and is both intimidated and turned on by it. Julie cheekily rubs her leg along his as she leans down to kiss his neck. His back is arching slightly, and she can feel his hot breath against her scalp. He mutters heavily but she doesn't catch it. She pecks along his face until she makes her way back to his lips.

"What did you say?" she says quietly between kisses.

"I said," he mutters, as if in a daze. "We should've done this earlier,"

She grins and reaches down for him.