🌶️Spicy kissy fluffy scene 🌶️

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Minho had me wrapped in his arms the moment the Homestead door slammed shut behind us. I looked up into his eyes, they were dark and intense when he looked at me, it made my stomach back flip again. One hand held my jaw and it slid into my hair pulling me closer. He kissed me like I was going to disappear. I pushed up onto my tipy toes and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back just as desperately. 

I felt all his unsaid words and all the unspoken confusing emotions that ran through both of us during our night in the maze. His strong arm around my waist held me tighter and lifted me off the ground. The hand that was tangled in my hair slid down and held me tighter, lifting me higher, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was carful with the bandages, not to hold them. But he held me up easily, and walked us down the hall, all without breaking our kiss. 

I knew I was scared to lose him, the hurt of him leaving and then seeing alive, all those wild emotions came slamming back. The desperate need to have him close, the only person I was absolutely comfortable with to let my guard down. I squeezed him a little tighter, I felt my throat getting tight and the sting of tears. I was actually really scared to lose him. Minho's eyes fluttered open for a second, he seemed to understand and he held me closer, our kiss becoming even more desperate. 

Our bedroom door closed and he turned and pressed me into the wall, pressing his body even closer. I couldn't breath anymore, but I didn't want to let go. My hands were tangled in his hair, keeping his close. He broke first and pressed his forehead against mine, his nose rubbing mine. I only now noticed the tears that threatened to fall actually did, and my checks were wet. 

"Why are you crying Baby?" He panted.

"I almost lost you! You left and I thought you were gone forever....I thought you were just another person in my life who used me and left me behind. But...then you came back an-"

He stopped my whispering by pressing his lips against mine again, it was soft and gentle, different from the desperate kiss we just had. He made my eyes flutter shut and a small little squeak escape. He pulled away, gently placing me back on my feet. His hands went to hold my face. 

"Jessie, I made some shucky decisions in the few years I can remember, but that tops them all. It'll always be the worst mistake of my shucky life. As soon as my shuck brain caught up with what I did it was too late and I had no idea where you and Thomas had gone. Jess...I broke. I actually just sat and cried." 

I looked up into his eyes, they looked so broken and lost. His body sagged, leaning into me and the wall, like he couldn't stand up much longer. I saw the anguish and shame written all over his face. He looked away, averting his eyes.

"Promises are sometimes too big to uphold." I whispered. 

He looked at me with a mix of shock, shame and possibly hope. 

"Minho...I don't want words, and empty promises. I want you to show me. Don't tell me your not gonna leave, show me you wont leave...when it gets tough and scary, stand be side me and fight."

I heard him hum and his chest rumbled slightly. 

"I love you...that scares me because they can use that against me...its ammunition in the loaded gun. Unattached I had nothing they could use. Now they have you and that scares me..."

"Me too. I've never felt like this...and I'm positive before this, I never felt like this. They can take everything from me...but not you. Shuck not you, and if they do...I'm going to burn the world down." His voice was deep and it rumbled. 

I let go of his hair and slid them down to his chest. 

"I need you Jessie. I need you. You keep the wild thoughts from spiraling, and the anxiety calm, I have a hope and reason again...I wanna hold you, and kiss you, I wanna feel you against me. I wanna feel your skin on mine, I wanna hear your voice, and know your thoughts. I wanna here you breath and your heartbeat...Jessie I need you. I need you so bad, like I've never needed anything else." 

He inhaled and pressed his forehead back on mine and ran his nose against mine. My heart had sped up a bit, and a warmth had started in my chest and spread out throughout my body. 

"And I was the shuckest shuck faced shuck and I threw it away because I was a shucken coward." 

"Looks like we're both pretty shucked." I whispered. 

"I guess so." He gave me a small smirk, "I don't mind being shucked by you." 

I snorted, the heavy mood was broken. And I giggled. He smirked, looking proud of himself. 

"Way to ruin the mood shuckface." 

"Meh... that's not really our thing, is it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"You're right. too intense...too much feelings. I gotta go wash that klunk off. Gross emotions and feelings." 

"I really do love you though Jess." He whispered, pressing closer, "I want you to know that." 

I wove my fingers into his hair again and pulled him down to meet my lips. He pressed me back into the door, trying to close any space between us. His hands had slid down to my waist, His hands were leaving burning strings of electricity all over my skin. I slid my hands down and into his back pockets, pulling him even closer, squishing me flat into the wall. He broke the kiss and in hailed sharply when I slowly trailed my fingers out of his pockets and ran them along his belt line. 

"Shuck Jess..."He moaned. 

"Yes?" I smirked. "Is there a problem?"

"That's... that's not nice!" He whimpered, his head had flopped onto my shoulder, his face pressed into my neck, "You're always...shuck!" I had ran my fingers back across his belt line.  "You're always giving me problem!" He whimpered again into my neck. His lips and breath tickled, sending a shiver down my back. 

"Good thing I'm a problem solver." I slid my hands under his shirt and slowly ran my hands up his torso and up his chest. I pulled his shirt over his head. He growled, his eyes were dark and intense. 

"Stop looking at me like that." I smirked. 

"Like what?" He growled.

"Like I'm dinner." I purred back.

"Maybe I'm hungry." 

"I hope so." I teased, I pushed his chest, making him back up a few steps. He smirked and grabbed my hips and pulled me with him. He backed up into the bad, his eyes ravaged me and I felt my stomach doing summer saults. He sat down pulling me closer, so I was standing between his knees. He wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my bare stomach. He squished his face into my stomach. His lips were soft and his tongue made me squirm slightly. He held me tight, trailing kisses up my stomach to my sternum. His hands slid up my sides. I sat down on his lap.

I pulled back sharply with a gasp of pain. Minho pulled his hands off and he pulled away quickly.

"Jess?" He panted, his eyes full of worry. 

"Damn leg." I groaned threw a clenched jaw.  

"Well, stop putting pressure on it." 

"Wow. What advice. You're a genius." 

He chuckled. He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my back on the bed. 

"There. No more hurting yourself." 

"Well now were using your noodle." I said, still trying to breath through the waves of pain. 

"Jess, are you okay? We can stop." 

"Shuck no! You can't get me all worked up like that! Quitting is for losers. Now come back here. I wasn't done with you." 

I wrapped my arms and good leg around him, pulling him back down. He his chest rumbled as he lowered himself down on top of me. He gently kissed the bruises on my neck, slowly working up to my jaw. While he kissed my neck he tugged my cropped hoodie off. He slowly worked back down my neck, and to my shoulder. It made a small moan escape. He left a trail of soft gentle kisses across my collar bone to the other side. He slowly left another trail of electricity down my chest. My eyes had fluttered closed, and I dug my fingers into his hair, he made a small moan escape and he made me gasp as my back arched into his kisses. 

"Minho..."

He came back up to kiss right under my ear. 

"Do it again." He growled in my ear. 

I obeyed happily. I arched my back into him, this time my hips pressed into his, and I moaned his name, digging my nails into his back. 

"Shuck...Jess..." His voice was gravelly and deep. 

I did it again, pressing my hips up into his and rolled them as I dragged my nails down his back. He growled and moaned my name against my neck, which made my body start to shack under his. I felt him shutter. It didn't take long before we lost all self control, and we were lost in the emotional highs of each other. I fell asleep in his arms, as he pulled the blanket up around us. 

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I was leaning on the map room table later in the afternoon.   It was right before supper and Minho and I were showing Thomas the Map Room and the workings of the Maze. Jason was sitting on the other side of the table doodling on some scrap paper.  I wasn't listening to what Minho was saying, I was just watching him. They way he moved, the way he talked, watching his little mannerisms, and quirks. He kept catching me watching and he would smirk and wink. My stomach back flipped when my mind wandered back to a few hours ago. 

It was crazy to me that only a few months ago I didn't want anything to do with anyone. I hid behind all my walls and shields, now..all I could think about was him. And a few others, but...I don't know what I would do with myself if I ever lost them... My first month here and my two and a half years in the other maze all my decisions were based around myself, I didn't take others opinions- yes I made sure the general Meadow and the whole of the group was taken into consideration. Now...now I value others opinions- well only three people's opinions - I still mostly do what I want, but its a start, I stop and listen. Though I do take Minho's opinions and his thoughts on things before still making the rash and reckless decision. 

I smiled to myself as I watched as he ran a hand though his thick soft hair. It was slightly more messier then it normally is. He caught me watching again. Thomas was leaning over the map, his head down and this time he blew a kiss with his wink. Making my stomach erupt in butterflies. 

"Okay, I think I get it." Thomas said standing up, breaking our eye contact. 

"Great." I said dryly and I rolled my eyes. 

"It's only been like two hours." Jason grumbled.

Minho chuckled. Thomas just ignored us as he frowned at some of the section maps. 

"You guys have a way to see what you've mapped, like all of it put together?" He asked. 

Minho, Jason and I paused. Minho looked at me and we had a quick silent conversation. I gave him a slight nod, he deflated slightly. He ran a hand down his face with a slight groan. 

"Come on Thomas, you need to see this." 

He walked over to a trunk in the corner, kicked the trunk out of the way, he dug in his pockets. He looked up and narrowed his eyes at me, and held his hand out. I smirked and tossed him the key. 

"Took ya long enough to notice."

He unlocked the trap door and led us down the rickety stairs and pulled a sting that turned on a bare light bulb. Minho and I walked over to the table in the corner. Thomas followed. Jason hung back, he had seen this already, but he tagged along as our best runner and the only one who hadn't quite on us. 

"Okay, Thomas this is all of it." Minho gestured.

"Wait...what?" Thomas asked, "All of it?" 

"Yeah. All of it, Thomas, you heard right the first time." I rolled my eyes. 

Minho swept his hand over the model, "Take a look at this. About a year ago, we started exploring these outer sections. With numbers printed on the walls. Sections 1 through 8. See, the way it works, is at night, when the maze changes...it opens up a new section. So today, Section 6 was open. Tomorrow, it will be 4, then 8, then 3. The pattern is always the same." 

Minho was a surprising patient teacher. Answering all of Thomas's questions, I however couldn't handle the constant questions. I pulled a knife out and was spinning it through my fingers, I started flipping it and catching it, shook my head, Thomas wouldn't stop asking questions. Which was making this take extra long.

"What's so special about 7?" Thomas asked for the hundredth time, this time Jason came over to listen. I kept spinning my knife but I was listening as Minho explained. Again.

"I don't know." Minho shrugged. "But..." he said slowly , thinking "when you guys killed that Griever...Section 7 was open." Minho answered, running his hand through his hair.

Shuck that's hot.

"That's why you are going to go check it out again," I said, ripping my eyes away from Minho.

"what?" Thomas and Minho looked up. 

"You aren't not coming?" Minho asked, his eyes wide in surprise. 

I shook my head, but gave him a twisted smile, he frowned in confusion. 

"Section seven is too far for this leg still. So...Jason and I will go check that Griever I killed where we tied Alby up. I can walk there in ten minutes. And it's another dead one. We can compare them."

"Babe!" Minho exclaimed with a huge smile. "You're a genius." 

"I know." I grinned and folded my arms with a smug smirk. "Why I'm second in command. You guys would be so dead without me. How you lasted two and a half years without me is a true mystery."

Clint came bursting through the door.

"Hey! What are you doing? You're not allowed in here!" Minho yelled, stepping in front of the structure.

"Sorry, it's just the...uhh. It's the new girl." Clint panted, he must have run from the Med Room.

"Is she awake?" I asked, spinning around.

"You could say that." He said nervously.