The Maze Runner - Newt One Shots

Wherever you went, whatever you did, there was always Sophia’s ghost following you. Sophia, the name of Thomas’ girlfriend. Well, ex girlfriend now. It took a couple months before he told you her name – or before you asked actually, because you felt like it was something he didn’t want to talk about right after getting away from her. Yeah, maybe you were just over reacting or imagining everything. But sometimes, you woke up alone at night, and when you finally found Thomas, he was outside of you motel room, smoking a cigarette in the middle of the night, alone

He needed time and privacy to think things through, to accept what happened, to deal with the situation. You understood that and you let him have it. Yet, there was this little voice inside your head that kept repeating you to talk to him. He could speak about anything with you and he should have known that, not kept it all to himself, bottling up his feelings like he did. But once again, you were familiar with the feeling of needing time and space to take stock, and you stopped yourself from opening the door and joining him whenever you were about to.

It saddened you though. Feeling him sneaking out of your bed when he thought you were asleep and then smoking his cigarette alone on the balcony or the parking of the motel when there wasn’t a balcony. It felt wrong in a certain way. He repeated the actions he used to do with Sophia around when he didn’t need to. Six months had passed since the day the two of you chose to leave, and yet Thomas was haunted by the idea of living this situation again. He knew that you would never do anything to hurt him, he knew it was absurd, but the emotional trauma was buried deep within him.

Therefore, when you felt the bed sinking next to you, indicating that he just stood up, you crawled out of the bed, quickly putting on your Converses, and sleepily walking to the door, seeing him leaned on the railing as usual. You were currently staying for the night in a small town, on a two days ride away from New York. Thomas seemed so deep in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear you coming behind him until you wrapped your arms around his chest and pressed your body against his back, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

“It’s too cold to be out there alone,” you whispered. No answer. “What are you doing Thomas?”

“Just needed a cigarette.”

“Why don’t you stay inside then? We can just open the window if you're worried about the smoke,” you suggested, still unable to see his face from where you were standing, your arms still holding him. Thomas was bare chested and you were only in your briefs and a large man t-shirt with Jack Daniel’s on the front.

“I guess old habits die hard,” he sighed, sucking on his cigarette. “Don’t get cold because of me, you can go back to sleep, I’ll join you later.”

“I’d rather stay with you if you don’t mind. Still have one?” You asked, pointing at his cigarette.

“Last one, sorry,” he said, the cigarette stuck between his lips and the movement causing the ash to fall down. You walked around him and jumped on the railing, so you were sitting next to him. Thomas stood straight on placed himself in front of you, looping an arm around your body.

“Wouldn’t want you to fall, now, would we?” He smiled faintly, but you knew better. Stealing the cigarette from his lips, you sucked at it before handing it back to him. Knowing what you had in mind, he leaned in so your faces were closer and parted his lips. You blew the smoke out and into his mouth, your lips barely an inch apart, almost kissing. He loved when you did that. Both of you smoked and it was nice not to be “the smoker” in your relationship. Smoking together was something you liked to do, but this… this was more. It was intimate, and it was a turn on.

Before you even got the chance to say something, Thomas crashed his lips on yours for a hungry kiss. It wasn’t sweet, or gentle, but rather needy and eager. You didn’t mind a bit, but you wouldn’t get distracted. When Thomas placed himself between your thighs, parting them with both his hands to make room for himself, you wrapped your legs around his hips to keep steady on your small railing.