The Desolation (The Maze Runner)

5. Glow

"That sounds too good to be true," Newt looked around.

"Here, I'll show you," she led him to another room.

He saw a bathroom with white walls and two shower stalls. Salsa took a garden hose from the wall and turned a silver tap. Seconds later, cold water sprung out of the hose. She put it right into his face and Newt jumped away, grinning.

"I'll get you back for that," he said, running to her while she soaked his clothes with the cold water.

They started to fight for the hose, getting totally wet.

"That was fun," murmured Salsa, pushing her sopping hair out of her face. "See you when you're done," she smiled, leaving the bathroom.

She waited in the flat, installing a little screen on the windowsill. She needed to know if they came back.

"I don't have any other clothes," said Newt, appearing in the room.

He wore his wet clothes but his hair and face looked clean. She noticed that he was even prettier than she originally thought.

"I'm going to take a shower," she took some fresh clothes out of her backpack.

"What's that?" he pointed at the screen on the windowsill.

"I'm tracking your friends, we don't want to miss them. The bedroom's right there, you can take a nap," she pointed at the other door.

He nodded and smiled.

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It was dark outside. Night had fallen and the flat cooled down from the heat.

"I feel a lot better. I slept for seven solid hours and I wasn't running away for, like, a day," said Newt when they finished a small supper.

"The good thing is you can drink as much as you want here, we can refill the water bottles," Salsa smiled.

They had the couch behind them, but somehow preferred to sit on the carpet.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" asked Newt.

"From my father, he was a soldier," she tried to avoid the painful subject of her parents.

Newt saw her sadness and tried to change the topic.

"What is that?" Salsa suddenly got up and moved to him, placing her fingers on his neck.

"A tattoo, they..." he stopped.

She read it and all her muscles tensed.

'Property of WICKED. The Glue.'

"No one can own you, remember that, they can tattoo whatever they want on your body but they can't own you," she felt pain and hate burning inside her.

How could someone be so cruel? All the torture, all the nightmares.

"I know, it's just... let's forget about it," he sat with his head down.

"You're beautiful, no matter what they do to you," she leaned down and kissed his neck right where the tattoo was.

He shivered.

"Do you know that you're the best thing that has happened to me in my whole life?" he looked up at her.

He moved his head until his lips found hers and she trembled at the feel of his sweet kiss.

"Be mine tonight. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or if we even reach the mountains, or what's beyond them, or if there's any Safe Haven," she felt heat explode in her body when she spoke those words.

"I never... you know... I've never even kissed a girl before you... I don't know how," he blushed.

"I'll guide you," she slid her lips down his face, starting from the tip of his nose and ending on his chin.

And then down to his neck. She sucked gently on his soft skin. The whole world stopped existing around them as she kissed his neck and chest, lifting his shirt up.

"Stop me if I move too far," she covered his body with a thousand kisses and he leaned his head against the couch, closing his eyes and inhaling pleasure.

It took some time until his trembling hands started to find shy ways under her black top. He removed it and took a deeper breath, watching her body with burning dark eyes.

"Relax," she muttered, unclipping her bra.

The temperature in the room was high, as if a burning sun had exploded inside the flat. They kept undressing, until they were left in the last pieces of underwear only.

"Here, you're gonna need this," she placed a small silver packet into his hand.

"What is it?" he blushed.

"Safety. I'll tell you what to do with it, but very quietly and only once," she leaned over his ear and whispered it to him slowly.

They both blushed even heavier.

"I think that's trickier than escaping the Maze." he smiled to himself. "Just, don't look." he blushed even more.

She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

"Tell me when you're ready," she bit his shoulder gently.

"Ready. I hope," he sighed and took a deep breath.

"Remember what you told me in the car? We'll be fine," she took his hand and kissed his fingers one by one.

He looked her in the eyes and they changed positions on the floor.

"Will it be..." he stopped above her, watching her eyes with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Painful? No... not for you... and not for me," she looked away for a second. "Whenever you're ready, beautiful."

She caressed his back with her hand. He took a deep breath and kissed her slowly, taking his time to explore her skin. To try out things. To get familiar with this new experience. He was scared- scared to do something wrong. Scared of all the new feelings and emotions that woke up inside him. But then passion replaced the fear completely and he started to act.

The desert dirt rose from the carpet. The sweat, the moans and screams. The stars on the sky changed places, and miles away a huge machine landed, leaving a wounded and saved patient on the stony ground. Here, everything merged into perfection.

Two people finding each other in the act of love.

They reached the top and inhaled each other's scents while catching their quickened breaths.

"You're my everything," muttered Salsa, playing with his hair.

"You're my everything," he kissed her nose.

They couldn't stop kissing and touching until they finally fell asleep on the floor, deep in each other's arms.

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