Thomas woke up when the sun rays of the early morning started to fall upon his closed eyelids, slowly making him stirr. He couldn't make out why, but he had a strange feeling of soreness and stiffness in his lower body, he was still half-asleep when he noticed he was not laying on his hamock —no, this was much more comfortable than his hamock—.

He groaned sligthly as he groggyly opened his eyes, his eyes clouded by sleepyness taking a few seconds to adjust to his surroundings before an imminent —and furious— blush tainted his cheeks. His warm brown eyes fell on you, he was sleeping on you. He felt his heart rate pick up when he noticed his and your condition, he closed his eyes with an embarassed sound —that seemed much like a whimper— when he noticed both of your bodies were naked. His —incredibly sore— hips were buried inbetween your legs as he laid on top of you. His brown eyes opened again only to trail over the many hickeis and bite marks that were staining the pale skin of your neck, "god, had he done that? how embarassing".

He started getting flashes of last night as he buried his face in the nape of your neck out of sheer embarassment when he remembered just what had happened. Newt had gave him a bit too many drinks while in the bonfire and he had gotten drunk, after getting drunk he had started to get needy and clingy with you —wanting all of your attention on him— and things had eventually led to both of you naked in your hut and fucking in your bed. What was most embarassing was that he remembered all the noises he made. It was expected that, since you were the only girl in the Glade surrounded by the Maze, you would end up getting in this kind of situation with one of the boys sometime. But it had been him, the newbie, the Greenie, the one to wake up naked and tangled in your sheets.

An embarassed whine left his mouth as he hid his face in your —hickey and bite mark covered— neck, his —sore and sensitive— hips firmly buried inbetween your legs. Clinging to your naked body.