To Run with the Grievers (Rewriting)

Chapter 10- Whoa...

(A/N: WARNING:MATURE CONTENT)

He seemed to be shocked at first but soon enough our lips started to move in sync. As if by instinct, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pull me closer by my hips.

Fireworks flew.

The kiss was full of passion, love and longing and neither of us wanted it to end, it was perfect.

As if he were bored with where his hands lay, Thomas moved his hand down to rest on the bottom on my thighs before squeezing lightly making me moan.

Pleased with the reaction I was giving him, he smirks into the kiss before sliding his tongue across the bottom of my lower lip asking for entrance.

I decide to tease his and not open my mouth but he moves his hands to my butt and squeezes firmly, causing a sound mixed between a gasp and a moan to slip from my mouth. As my mouth opened for the sound to come out he slipped his tongue greedily into my mouth, exploring as well as fighting for dominance.

Everywhere his hands graze my skin, left a burning sensation running through my body. And it feels good.

We are both breathing heavily by the time he lifts his lips from my before starting to leave open kisses along my jaw line then down my neck.

I automatically throw my head back in pleasure, moaning as he finds my sweet spot. He smiles widely against my neck before connecting our lips once more.

I trail my hands from his neck, down his biceps before grabbing two fist-fills of his shirt and pulling him roughly closer before tilting my head slightly to deepen the kiss.

He is a bloody good kisser.

I take his bottom lip between my teeth as I pull away making him growl lowly. I brush my lips against his cheek until I reach his ear, nibbling on it.

Using his grip on my butt, he pulls my lower half against his as he moans with complete pleasure.

I peck his lips one more time before we separate, breathing and panting like worn dogs.

"That was..." Thomas starts to pant but it is as though no words can escape his swollen lips.

"Whoa..." I nod.

We smile goofily at one another as we lay down at the base of a tree, slowly drifting of into dreams of one another.

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I wake to feel rays of sun pressing against my closed eyelids. Groaning, I shove my face further into my pillow only to feel it vibrate as someone's chuckles fill the morning air.

"Sleeping beauty is finally awake" I hear a voice.

Minho?

My pillow vibrates again as familiar chuckles fill the air once more.

"Shut up pillow" I grumble at the warm object I am laying my head on.

"Thomas, you just got pillow-zoned" I hear Chuck snicker.

"Shut up dude" Thomas snaps playfully back.

I mentally sigh. Can't they let a girl get her beauty sleep? Like come on!

They're mean.

"If one of you say one more word, I will rip your throat out... with my teeth" I snarl until realisation hits me and I freeze.

I remember where I got that from...

Teen Wolf.

One of my favourite shows. The guys look at each out with mock horror.

I roll my eyes at them and mentally frown so I don't worry anyone. How the hell did I remember that if all our memories were stolen from us.

I feel the pillow now known as Thomas shift underneath me and I groan in response.

"Don't move please" I murmur, hearing laughs erupt around me.

"Oh okay" He says awkwardly.

Why is it awkward.

Someone nearby clears there throat and I slowly lift my head to see Alby.

Play it cool Adelaide.

I put a massive, innocent grin on my face, matching it with puppy-dog eyes. "Hey Alby..."

He raises an eyebrow, "Adelaide..."

I glance towards the boys to see them with scared faces, unsure what Alby is going to do.

"What's up?" I batt my eyelashes innocently.

I chuckle mentally as all the boys roll there eyes at me.

I glance at Thomas who was trying to hold back a laugh.

Let's just say it failed.

He burst out laughing causing Chuck to laugh, then Newt, then Minho, even Gally was laughing.

I grin towards Alby who was trying his hardest to not laugh and be serious. He too failed, which ends up on everyone except me laughing uncontrollably.

I just sit there with a cheeky but innocent smile while glancing at each boy one by one.

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I hum quietly as I walk through the maze. Everything is peaceful here. No drama. No boys. No Glade. No Hiding.

...No Thomas.

Okay maybe I wish the last one wasn't true. I miss him.

Like severely miss him.

I come to a dead end.

Memories of the first night in the maze come rushing back to me, flooding my mind.

I walk up to the wall, placing a hand on its rough surface, feeling it's bumpy stone texture.

A warm sensation shoots from my shoulder, out of my hand, producing a blinding yellow light.

As if the light were veins, it courses through the stones like knife through butter. The light spreads through the whole wall in front of me, looking like roots from a tree.

Suddenly a loud rumbling noise comes erupts in the night air, wind blowing my hair out of my face. The ground around me rumbles underneath my feet, particles of dust bowing out of the way of the glowing wall.

What's happening?

After what seems like forever, the wall moves.

It actually moves.

The stone surface slides out of the way leaving me staring at what looks like an untouched corridor of the Maze.

Realisation hits me like a tonne of bricks. Something that seems completely and utterly impossible runs through my mind.

I... Adelaide, can control the Maze.

(A/N: THERE IT ISSSSSSS...... Let me just say this. This was HELLA awkward to write but I am seriously hoping you guys like it!

Thanks for 600 views!

-Cassie)