Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

Nightmares part IV -- Thomas

*your perspective* 

A scream wakes me. Not a high-pitched, scared scream, more like a yell actually.

I sit upright, looking around for the source. On the ground next to me, Thomas is curled up in a ball, groaning and panting. His face is scrunched up in pain, and he's twitching uncontrollably.

"Thomas," I say, shaking his shoulder, "Thomas wake up."

His eyes open, and he looks around, then sees me.

"(Y/N)," he sits up, "take off your shirt."

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Take it off, now." he repeats, urgency in his voice.

"Ok..." I lift it over my head, and he crawls forwards, running his hands over the skin of my stomach and waist, then moving to my back.

"Thomas," I say, "what are you doing?"

"Shh, hold still." He inspects my stomach again, then my right side, probing my skin with his fingers.

"If you weren't my boyfriend..." I begin, and he sits back, running a hand through his already ruffled-up brown hair.

"Sorry, I just... sorry." He says, and I frown.

"Hey, what's going on?" I ask, but he just shakes his head. "Thomas," I say, "if you're gonna make me take my shirt off in the middle of the night then search my skin for something that obviously isn't there, I think I deserve an explanation."

"Maybe I just wanted to look at your skin," he counters.

"Well in that case you're creepy. Come on," I say gently, "just tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, it was just a dream."

"A dream that made you want to search my entire top half?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Fine," he says, "I dreamed we were in a medical room, and people were experimenting on you, making me watch. They kept pricking your stomach with all these needles, seeing how you reacted. I was checking for the marks they left behind, I thought it might have been a memory."

"Oh," I say, "sorry."

"No," he waves a hand, "it's ok."

"Look," I say, taking his hands in mine, "dreams are just dreams. And I get that they can be scary, but I promise I'm ok, you're ok, we're all ok." I smile, and he looks up from his lap, meeting my eyes.

"I love you so much, (Y/N)," he says gently, "I just don't want anything to happen to you."

"I know," I reply, "I know, and I love you too. Nothing's gonna happen to me."

"Promise?"

"Promise." I lean forward and kiss him, only then realising I still don't have my shirt on. His warm hands caress my skin, sending shivers through me. His kisses deepen, and I slide my tongue over his bottom lip. His lips part and I slip my tongue inside, playing the explorer. He does the same, and I fall backwards, pulling him with me.

He breaks away, pulling his shirt over his head, then kisses me again, propping himself up with his elbows. I run my hands down his smooth, muscular back, slipping my fingers under the waist band of his pants. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer to me.

I guess it's lucky we sleep pretty far away from everyone else.