Bathing in the soothing warmth of the morning sun, the dirty cotton sheets tangled around us in an attempt to never let go. My skin was sterile of goosebumps from the heat of the rays beaming through the concrete window, looking out to the nightmare of the world outside. My eyes were heavy from the sleep I lacked, slightly glossed and blurred. The air around us hummed quiet and pure as the morning birds chirped outside.

Newt had one arm around my waist, his body curled around me from behind, being the big spoon in this situation. With his lips pressed to my cheek and kissing it so softly, I felt on cloud nine for the first time in forever. The scent of his body devoured me into a state of tranquility, one between the natural musk of his skin and clean laundry. It's one of those smells you can't explain, but it reminds you of him and nobody else.

It was a beautiful morning, filled with the memory of what went on in the late hours of the night between us. He was awake, and so was I, but we didn't speak. The need to just be in the moment was greater than any words we could think to say.

We woke up about five minutes ago, entangled within each other just like usual. I remembered waking up with his arms firmly holding me, a hand around my back with my leg snug between his. With bags under our eyes, I remembered him turning me around so that we both could feel each other in our entirety.

His chest was still bare, the sun hitting his back perfectly. The moment I felt my eyes flutter open, I felt the need to be close to him. Maybe it was the fact that he was slowly slipping into madness, or that last night was the most we've been vulnerable with one another. Who knows.

But here we were, spending the early hours of the morning with each other while the world crashed down around us. Welcome to our life.

I impulsively turned myself around so that I was now facing him. His sleepy eyes met mine, and a warm smile crawled up his face. Without thinking, my hand traveled up the side of his face, gently gripping his soft cheek as my lips pressed onto his. The kiss was calm, slow. Exactly what a morning kiss should feel like. His fingers traced up my naked leg, touching the hem of my shirt, then slowly brushing back down to my knee. The action sent goosebumps up my body, and I pressed myself closer to him.

He breathed heavily as my hand made its way from his cheek to his hair, weaving through the locks and pulling lightly, just how he liked. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue on my bottom lip slowly. I accepted, opening my lips just enough for him to slip in, and start exploring my mouth.

We didn't speak at all, only able to focus on one thing due to the sleep that still loomed over both of us. My hand traveled up his chest, feeling the ridges where his abs stood out. His stomach contracted at my touch, and he breathed heavily through his nose, continuing to kiss me deeply. Fingers exploring over his naked torso, I slowly brushed the hem of his pants, making him pull back suddenly.

I paused, keeping my hand there as we took a moment to stare at each other. The thought that I did something wrong passed through my mind quickly, but disappeared quicker when he kissed me again. It was quick, and he pressed his forehead to mine right after, breathing heavily.

"Are...Are you sure?" He whispered, turning serious for a moment in his sleepiness. It took a moment for me to register what he was talking about, but when I did, I found myself nodding.

We've been close to this a few times, always interrupted by someone who needed saving, or a plan we had to go over. But now, with him, I realized that there was nothing I wanted more. We knew every part of each other like the backs of our own hands, better than anyone else. We didn't need this, at this point, it seemed like our relationship wouldn't falter even through the most powerful curveballs that were thrown at us. Like the Flare that slowly ate at his brain. I trusted him, and I knew that he trusted me too.

He nodded back, his lips parted in temporary shock before he swallowed. "Okay..."

Our lips connected again, and I swear you could feel the passion from the other side of the world. My hand continued to tease his waistband, and his continued to roam up the outside of my leg. It was no doubt that he was nervous, we've never done anything like this before while knowing what the outcome would be. But there's no point in waiting anymore.

His touch slowly inched up my body, now tingling my rib cages. The oversized shirt I was wearing bunched up around my stomach as Newt respectfully explored my side. I've changed in front of him before, but he's always either looked away or was totally immersed in something else. Now we had all the time in the world to pay attention to each other. He was slow with his touch, sending a spark through me the higher his hand inched up my side.

I moved my leg that still laid in between his, bringing it over his hips and pulling him closer. He let out a soft grunt into my mouth, our tongues caressing each other in a need to feel.

Without warning, Newt climbed over the top of me, parting his lips from mine only for them to find a home on my neck. I tilted my head up to the sky, feeling the corners of my lips start to twitch up into a smile. His warm breath sent tingles down my body as he held himself up on his forearms, and I let my hands roam. Fingers lacing through his perfect hair, the other hand tracing up his spine, I was on top of the world.

My breathing began to pick up as he ever so gently sucked on a spot underneath my jawline, and a warmth traveled through my skin. With sleepiness in our eyes, and passion aching between us, I leaned upwards, causing him to stop what he was doing and move back. Before he had the chance to question himself, I pressed my lips to his again, holding the sides of his face.

I didn't feel nervous. I was comfortable around him. His hands were planted in the old bedsheets of the worn out mattress while mine moved to grab the hem of my shirt. As I pulled it over my body, we parted. The shirt was discarded somewhere, and Newt didn't even look before his lips were back on mine, slowly lowering me back down onto the makeshift bed.

He left me laying, staring at the ceiling as he moved beside me, fumbling silently with the button of his cargo pants. I glanced over to him, chest exposed to the warmth of the air that floated around us. His tongue was in between his teeth, and the crease between his eyebrows showed the little frustration that prodded at the sane part of his brain. His lips were red and swollen from our kissing...he was art.

My hand found his bicep, and he stopped messing with the button of his pants, only to look at me with a sudden soft expression.

"Relax." I whispered for the first time this morning. "We're in no rush. It's okay."

He nodded after a second, glancing at my chest before slowly undoing the button of his trousers. He unzipped them, slipping them off of his legs and throwing them somewhere in the room with my shirt. He let go of a breath he was holding, turning his head back to me and letting a small smile travel up his lips. I copied his action, feeling the heat starting to rise in my cheeks as he crawled back on top of me, our lips meeting once again.

Every kiss resembled warmth, like a sweet pour of warm honey throughout me. His hand moved to the side of my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb before moving a stray piece of hair out of the way, tucking it behind my ear. My hands moved to his waist, toying with the waistband of his boxers and feeling his raspy groan on my lips.

Newt's bad arm traced up the outside of my thigh once again, running his nails softly on my hip bones. My stomach tightened at his touch, and I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose as his tongue found mine again. His fingers wrapped around the waistband of my underwear before he pulled away, looking me in the eyes.

I knew what he was asking without him having to use words. I nodded again, lifting my head up to meet his lips again in a soft kiss. He took that as a yes, and slowly pulled down the last layer of clothing that kept me from being completely exposed. He leaned back, removing them from my body by sliding them off my legs and tossing them on the bed somewhere to be tangled with the sheets. Newt took a moment to look at me, sitting on his knees while he breathed heavily through his mouth.

"You are so beautiful, Mae." He whispered, the sleep slowly fading from his eyes with every moment that passed. At his words, I leaned up again, needing to feel him in any way possible. I kissed his bottom lip, then his top one, slowly moving the bangs from his eyes like I've done so many times before.

Newt grabbed both of my hands suddenly, balling them up into gentle fists as I winced, wondering what he was doing. He looked at me, then fluttered his eyes shut, pressing his lips softly to my knuckles, kissing my wounds. My heart exploded, my lips parting in shock at his actions. The boy stayed like that for a few seconds, then opened his eyes. He let go of my hands and looked at me, kissing me and placing a hand on the back of my head, another on my upper back as he lowered me softly back down onto the bed.

I pressed my palms to his chest, loving how his skin felt under my touch. I wished that I could keep them there forever. My hands roamed down his stomach, feeling him flex and then relax as I wrapped my fingers around his boxers. His lips parted from mine again, and his forehead hit my shoulder gently, breathing deeply as I rolled the fabric down his waist. He did the rest, kicking the material off so that it found a home with the rest of our discarded clothes.

I took him in as well, letting my eyes travel over the body that hovered above me. His head stayed pressed into my shoulder, shallow breaths igniting a fire against my skin. I brought my hand to tangle in his hair again, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

"Angel."

He looked up, and I shifted underneath him, silently voicing that I wanted this, and I was ready. His hand gently grabbed my thigh, moving it around his waist as he peppered kisses on my collarbone.

My mind was in the stars, his hand roaming down my body so goosebumps ignited my skin when reaching my sensitive thighs. Without a word, Newt gently slid into me, easy from how excited I already was. Breathy moans left each of our mouths at the same time, and I arched my back off of the bed in a bit of discomfort at his size.

He groaned in the back of his throat, his forehead lifting from my shoulder. "Is this okay?" He asked, not wanting me to feel any pain.

I nodded, placing my hand on his side as I adjusted. "Yeah. Just go slow."

The boy hummed in response, his raspy accent really showing through with the hint of sleep he was still feeling, and the new pleasure. We've given each other the space to feel beautiful throughout these few months, making this experience almost prolonged. But I wouldn't change the timing of this moment for anything.

It was the first time for both of us. His body slowly rolling into mine was a gentle pleasure greater than anything I've ever felt as the pain slowly started to subside. His movements were slow, careful. Newt would hum a moan here and there, shutting his eyes in euphoria as he hovered over me.

The sun warmed up both our bodies, creating a heat that formed droplets of sweat on our foreheads. Our bodies tangled in the sheets of the mattress, he moved his with mine in an attempt to indulge in each other like we couldn't get enough. Feeling him slow like that was amazing, it sent me into a state of tranquil pleasure as I fluttered my eyes closed, focusing on the feeling.

I lost myself instantly. Who I am, who I was. I lost my thoughts, my mind. All in him. Newt rolled his hips against mine, and I arched my back again, a shaky, but quiet moan leaving my throat as I felt him. My nails softly dug into his shoulder blades, not wanting to hurt him, but not knowing what else to do. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure, and the feeling I had for the person above me.

We didn't speak, grogginess still clouding our minds as he dipped his head down to kiss me, muffling the sound that leaped from his chest as he pushed into me. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, allowing him to push further into me, a gasp leaving my lips as I did so. We parted for oxygen, our foreheads still pressed together.

One of his hands moved to the wall above us for support, the other one still holding onto my waist as his thumb traced comforting circles on my hipbone. I moved my hips up to meet his as he thrusted, and the boy opened his mouth, breath catching in his throat. The sight of him above me, eyes pinched shut was something I never thought I would be seeing. The light created a halo around him as a strand of blonde hair fell over his forehead. His slow movements caused me to wither under him, slowly deteriorating in pleasure as my stomach tightened.

I didn't tell him that my high was building, but somehow, I think he knew. Newt allowed himself to move the tiniest bit faster, not wanting to overstep in any way. My walls clenched around him, and he let out a groan from deep within his chest. One of my hands moved to his hair as I breathed heavily, completely surrendered to him in every way.

My soft whimpers began to pick up, floating in the air around us as my legs squeezed tighter around his waist. I tilted my head to the side, resting it on his shoulder as I finished, my body impulsively rolling out my high. Newt did the same thing, reaching his orgasm seconds after mine. He rode it out slowly, everything sensitive as I opened my eyes again and breathed heavily.

Flustering pants between the two of us, his forehead curled down to my shoulder as our bodies pressed tightly against each other. His hand fell from the wall, moving to my sweaty hair and brushing it out of my face. Our lungs devoid of air, bodies tangled together and sweating in the sun.

Newt's lips pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, a nice gesture that told me he enjoyed what just happened. So did I.

He moved his body off of mine, pulling out and sitting up on the mattress to look over his shoulder at me.

"Good morning." He rasped with a smile.

I chuckled, leaning up to pull him into another kiss, not being able to get enough. "We should do that more often."

"Agreed." He whispered into my mouth before wrapping his arms around my waist, burying his face into the crook of my neck like a child. "We should probably shower."

"Do they have one?"

He scoffed. "Hopefully."

The boy stood up, bending over and grabbing his boxers that fell off the mattress. He slid them over his waist again, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before pushing his lips to the side and looking at our room.

"Where did your clothes go?" He asked, humor laced in his voice. I shrugged, not taking my eyes off his perfect body as the sun shined on him like a spotlight. Newt sighed, running a hand through his messy hair before raising his eyebrows, looking at me again. "I'll look for them while you're in the shower."

I nodded, standing and walking toward the old bathroom that contained a small shower in the corner. There was no curtain hanging from the rusty rod, and I brushed it off, not really caring. I could feel a pair of eyes on me as I reached and turned the nozzle, sticking my hand out and feeling the cold water pour slowly out of the head of the shower. I hated bad water pressure.

Turning back around, I noticed how Newt was holding something in his hands. I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned against the entrance to the bathroom, watching him fiddle with the notches on what looked like an old radio. He smacked the side once, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to make a sound come from the technology.

"Come on, you bloody stupid piece of—" He smacked it again, and a sound immediately started to echo throughout the room. I shook my head at him and the proud smirk that immediately pulled across his cheeks. He looked at me, turning the notch so the sound became louder.

It was an old song, the terrible radio quality showing through as the melody continued. The guitars started to play, and the old voices started to sing as Newt set the radio down, and walked toward me.

I didn't move from my place in the doorway, allowing him to press his body to mine as his lips found mine. He continued to step forward, pushing both of us into the bathroom as the song echoed through the air around us. Our tongues caressing against each other, I felt my back hit a wall.

"Watch out." He murmured, pulling away and letting me step over the ridges of the tub and into the shower, feeling the luke warm water cascade down my body as I pushed my hair back. He removed his underwear from his body again, feeling a lot more comfortable than he did fifteen minutes ago. Stepping into the shower with me, I smiled, loving how this day was going so far.

I laughed as he jumped away from the water, recoiling in the corner of the shower due to the temperature. He smirked back at me, trying to hide the smile from his face as he pressed himself to the dirty tiled wall, purposely avoiding the shocking temperature of the water. He moved over to me, not being able to stay away for too long. His hands found their way to my hips again, kissing my forehead as I hummed quietly.

"I thought you were gonna look for my clothes..." I teased, and he rolled his eyes.

"Just let me enjoy this, Maisy. I'm not sure I'm gonna—" He suddenly stopped, taking a step back and grabbing his bad arm as he gasped in pain. My smile disappeared, and I moved toward him cautiously.

He hissed through his teeth, massaging the black veins that looked too familiar to me. I never thought I would see those on Newt while I was the closest thing that looked like a crank during our time at WICKED. The boy pinched his eyes shut, rubbing the skin with his thumb while I grabbed his sides, not knowing how to help. It was nothing like the reaction he had last night, and I was glad for that. But knowing that he had to go through any pain at all made me wish that the Flare was a person so I could kill it myself.

"Ow..." His breaths were heavy, but not of pleasure. They started to steady, and he shook his head once before closing his eyes and opening them to look back at me, the enjoyable moment between the two of us suddenly gone. "Sorry."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why are you sorry?"

"Dunno..." He responded shortly, turning so that he was now directly under the gentle stream of water. He blew out the water that started to flow into his mouth, dropping his head so that his chin hit his chest in a state of stress.

Sighing, I took a step toward him, placing a hand gently on his bare back. "Hey. Look at me, Newt."

His head lifted, and his glossy eyes met mine as he looked at me through his eyelashes that were clumped together due to the water droplets mixing with the sweat that coated our bodies. I moved in front of him so that the water was now pouring over both of us. "You're gonna be okay. There's nothing to be sorry for. It's not your fault."