A/n:
Alright, so. Story time:
Me and my friend fantasized about Thoren the whole school day. Like, literally.

And we made up some very cringe but spicy and funny things, so don't blame me for this, blame LIFEISN0EASY cuz it was her idea

And I wrote this later in the evening which makes it even cheesier

You'll like it

Especially because I wrote this instead of my original, horrible idea that had to do with Amery

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Taken aback from the whole story Jorge shared with her, Siren spent the rest of her day walking around and did some thirty minute work out sessions every two hours, which was probably not good for her body, but it did clear up her mind.

She had felt like crying after what she heard, but didn't do it, as if it would make her seem weaker. She just shot some bullets at targets, imagining it as Amery (though she shivered at that), and hit a boxing bag.

She didn't want to think about him after today. It was the past. The year of assault was in the past. She couldn't remember it. She couldn't feel his hands, didn't know how it happened, where it happened, and why it happened. She just knew it happened, and she would stay with that. No being upset about it, no sobbing, no thinking about it.

Obviously, she hadn't told Vince where she was spending her time, so she already suspected him to show up later, and again, tell her she would have to share where she went. As if she cared.

Only after dinner she checked up on Thomas, with a hot cup of soup in her hands. She relaxed when she saw him. After the busy day where she had planned like a million things she would do the next months, it was nice to see him.

Awake, finally.

"Man, you slept in until the next bedtime!" She sat down on the bed, handing him the cup of soup. "You like tomatoes?"

"Well, since your face often gets bright red like a tomato, I do." With a grin, he grabbed the cup. "I feel better. My head's still heavy and the temperature keeps changing, but it's not as bad."

She rolled her eyes at the tomato comment, then smiled at the rest. "Alright. Life's stupid without you around, so you better be recovering. Also, what the hell were you thinking?"

Slightly unbothered, he took a sip of his spoon. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Why would you dare to get a fever?" She shook her head, acting disappointed by holding her heart. "You're hurting my feelings with it."

He laughed. A bright laugh that almost caused him to drop the soup. "Not my choice that I got a fever!"

"Drink more water, Crackhead. We're still close to the Scorch and it's hot, so don't get dehydrated."

"I've changed my mind. You'd be a Med-Jack."

She smiled. Lay down on her back as Thomas ate... or drank. Whatever you do with soup.

"Baby?"

"Asshole?"

He sighed, then chuckled. "I was wonderi-."

"Kidding. You're not an asshole. You're a Crackhead," she said fast, immediately regretting what she said. Thomas wasn't an asshole.

"Yeah, yeah. I understand." He laughed again. "I was just wondering if you ate today."

"I did. Tomato soup, a sandwich, British— wait, did you drink the British tea?" She looked at the nightstand, where no more food was left.

"Vince checked up on me just when I started eating that sandwich. He threw away the tea after I promised not to tell Newt."

Siren covered a laugh up with her hand as she sat back up. "Because it was cold or because it was nasty?"

"Cold. But I can't say it looked nice either." His lips curved into an even bigger smile. In silence, he spooned the last bits of soup into his mouth, put the cup down on the nightstand, and smiled.

"What?" She folded her arms. "You're looking at me like I got a Crank's veins on my head."

"I'm looking at you like you're the most beautiful gi- no, woman in the world, which you are."

"Cheesy."

"Can't take the compliment?"

Well, she looked like a tomato again. "Alright. Thanks for the compliment, Crackhead. You too."

"I'm the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"You're the- ew, I'm not even going to say it. Cliche. But I can assure you that I think it every time I see you." She nodded convincingly. "Never mind, I'll say it. You're the most handsome man in the world. There. I said it out loud! Applause is allowed. Thank you, thank you."

He rubbed his tired eyelids, smiling. "Thank you, Mermaid." Stretched his muscles. "Is it just me and that fever or is it hot in here?"

"It's kinda cold," she confirmed. "So yeah, it's you and that fever of yours."

Thomas opened his arms. "I'll warm you up. My body temperature is way too high anyways."

"I'm not that cold. But all right." She pushed the blanket out of the way and lay down on Thomas's bare chest, which indeed was unusually warm. "You also could've thought of removing the blanket earlier."

"Because you want to see me shirtless or because it'll help with the hotness?"

"Hm." She closed her eyes. "Both."

"Smooth." Another laugh bubbled up his throat before he slid his hand in her hair. "I feel better already."

"Oh, really?" She moved straight up, not even caring she was sitting on top of Thomas or the fact she originally decided not to go for physical touch after talking with Jorge.

He looked up at her. "Very really."

She lay her colder hands on his chest. Shifted closer. "Would a kiss from a frog make you better?"

"I'd rather get one from a mermaid." His chest moved faster as he cupped her face. "To get better."

"Hm." Their foreheads connected. "Alright." And their lips did too.

Thomas hummed immediately, his eyes closing. Siren firmly kissed him. Her head tilted, lips moved. "That better?"

"I can feel myself healing already."

"I'm sure you can." She smiled against his lips. Nearly whimpered at the feeling of his body heating up even more, and his kiss deepening. It turned more desperate by the second and soon, it got more heated than planned.

Siren removed her lips off his once she noticed he tensed, and placed them on his jaw. Painfully slow, she trailed down to his ear. Thomas groaned, his mouth half open as all Siren did was rest her lips close to his ear.

"Healing?"

"...a lot," he murmured.

She finally hit the spot behind his ear, and Thomas groaned again. Her hand glided into his hair, her nails running over his scalp as his pressed into her back. Jolts of electricity kept hitting her, and kissing him took more effort when he started touching her waist, sometimes moving his hips up.

She kissed his neck soft and tender, not in a hurry at all. This wasn't only amazing, but it also let her mind wander to Thomas and Thomas only, not Amery. "Is this okay?" She tightened her legs around his waist. "Tell me if it's not."

"It's-." A heavy breath. "Perfect."

Siren smiled against his skin and continued. Her hands ran over his whole body now. And slowly, she went on with his collarbone. The trail of kisses she left behind caused Thomas to let out another groan, deep from his throat. She grinned.

"So, uh." A deep inhale. She felt his heartbeat speed up under her touch. "Just wondering if I'm supposed to be- oh." Thomas threw his head back into the pillow when Siren once again, tightened her legs around him and kissed just a little harder.

Unbothered, she murmured, "What were you wondering?"

"If I'm supposed to- oh, my god." He titled his whole head away from her reach, arching his back. "Don't... do that again."

"Hm." She stared at a sensitive spot in his neck, which definitely had affect on him. Thomas muffled a cry when she only touched it. "Tell me what you were wondering."

"If you would stop moving and kissing, then maybe I get the chance to." His eyes stood less sharp than he wanted. Rather desperate.

"Alright." She folded her arms.

"Alright." He nodded at her, some suspicion still visible on his face. "I was wondering if I'm supposed to be happy or jealous you kiss like this... 'cause it's nice, but makes me wonder how many men you've kissed."

"None," she stated. The second she remembered Thomas had actually kissed another woman, her expression darkened. "You, in fact.."

"I never kissed men."

"Yeah, no shit. I mean women, idiot." She hissed. "And one day, I'm going to-."

"I don't remember kissing other women than you."

Her jaw tightened, just liked her hands on his hips. "Oh, really?"

"Really."

"You pathetic, lying piece of- nothing." She breathed in. Paused. "Just, don't lie. I know you kissed Brenda."

His eyes widened in realization. "Oh! Ah, that. Well, that... that was... a mistake. Very bad mistake. And I forgot about it. And I was drugged."

"That's no excuse. But alright, we weren't even dating when that happened."

"Iimagineditwasyou."

"What."

His face gained more redness. "I kind of... thought Brenda was you and that I was kissing you instead of Brenda... maybe."

Siren sighed now. Absurd. "Whatever." She crawled off him. "I don't-."

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She lifted an eyebrow. "Breathing? Living? Talking? I don't know— what do you mean?"

"Get your ass back here." He patted on lap. "We weren't done."

She looked from his heated face to his lap to his lips. "Maybe I was done."
She definitely wasn't done.

"Please tell me you weren't." His eyes turned bigger, almost full of desire. He touched Siren's thigh. "Ugh, I shouldn't have brought anything up."

She hated how fast he managed to convince her, but sat back down on top of him. Her heart rate sped up already, and her finger tips tingled. "If you be a little quiet this time."

"As if you were- shit- quiet last time."

Man, he folded fast.

Siren's lips and that same spot on his neck was enough to make him squirm and groan. His breaths blew against her hair even faster. Hotter.
"Thomas-." Her lips no longer moved.

Thomas had slid his hands onto her thighs and slowly rubbed circles on them. Siren lost track of almost everything. Time, her breaths, her own movements, which were getting more desperate by the second, and her own sounds.

She kissed his lips again, both of them panting and flushed with heat, but neither wanting to stop. Siren buried her head in the crook of Thomas's neck for a split second. A louder cry left her mouth, but luckily it got muffled by his neck.
Soundless, they kissed.

Yeah— okay, they weren't soundless at all.

The "oh, god's" and the "holy shit's" weren't missing and whoever walked past could've easily heard who they were by the amount of times they groaned each other's name.

(A/n: Yes, this is dramatic for just kissing but we love dramatic cliches)

Not a minute after Siren's shirt was off, there was a loud knock on the door. She nearly fell off the bed from the sudden sound, and then did it on purpose to hide and hopefully continue after whoever this was left again.

"Thomas, are you still up? I made some dinner and figured out Siren decided to disappear again. Do you want the food?"

"Uh. No, thanks."

Siren tried to control her heavy breaths as Vince and Thomas spoke.

"I've scored a thermometer and medicine. Want that?"

"Sure- I guess. But quick. I was trying to... sleep."

The door opened. Siren palmed her face. They hadn't even locked the damn door. Idiots.

"Here ya go." Something got put down. Siren held her breath under the bed, wishing Vince would just go. "Need anything else?"

"Nope. All good."

"Sure you don't want the dinner?"

"Mhm. It's getting late. I'm going to sleep," Thomas lied. "Like I was trying to before you walked in."

"Of course. Good night then, kid." Footsteps. Siren almost whooped a cheer, but remained silent when the footsteps stopped.

"Siren, do you want the dinner?"

He. Had. To. Be. Kidding.

"Uhh— no, thanks... Vince," she stammered, taken aback by this sudden happening. Her face turned bright red.

"I'd recommend getting on the bed instead of under. Dust is unhealthy to breathe in."

"Got it."

A very long, terribly awkward silence.

"You want me to come out now?"

"If that's possible."

"Uh." She bit her lip. "I'm not decent!"

"Morally?"

"Definitely. Sexually? Probably. Mentally? Sure."

"Alright, I get it. Just don't get sick too. And I really don't care what you teenagers do in your rooms, but next time, please make sure you do it quiet."

"We were quiet!"

"So very quiet!"

"Whatever. Good night, kids."

With a giggle, Siren jumped back onto the bed. Thomas had a playful smile on his lips. "Oh my god, that was awful."

She laughed into his chest. "How did he know I was there? I almost got a heart attack."

He chuckled too, then pulled her face to face with him. Smiling, Thomas touched her lips. And her cheek, nose, and forehead. "Well, and now?"

She pulled the blanket on top of them. "Attempt to sleep until I steal the blanket all alone?"

Another genuine laugh. He nodded, which made Siren even happier. At least he agrees with her suggestion. 'Cause no denying, she felt exhausted.

"I love you, Crackhead."

"I love you, Mermaid."

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A/n: I promise more pace will come into the story soon! It won't take long for the movie to start, and all the other drama.

But I also couldn't skip the whole 6 months of making plans. That's why we have the few cheesy things :)