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Thomas wakes up, groggy. Sitting up, he looks around, confused. "You look like klunk!" Chuck muses from just a few paces away, while making his bed. Thomas mumbles noncommittally and says "just had a bad dream...". "I remember feeling the same my first week in the glade, couldn't have a good night's sleep for weeks...." Chuck natters on though Thomas is not listening. His mind preoccupied....
{Soft ripples of water flow around him as his vision refocuses. Thomas acknowledges that he is submerged in some kind of liquid with very limited sight. He extends his hands only to be met with cold glass. It seems to be some kind of tank. A figure emerges from the distance and walks up to him, though Thomas can only make out the silhouette of the person sauntering up to the glass.
They stand in front of the glass, posed as though they are staring thoughtfully at Thomas. As they stand there, Thomas can start to distinguish more details of them;
Soft curves
Long, dark hair
A slender face
But no discernable features.
However, Thomas feels a familiarity to the girl in front of him - he knows her, somehow. Just as he was about to reach out his hand to her, the water around him begins to ripple more intensely and she fades into nothing}
All throughout the day, Thomas cannot stop thinking about the dream, the girl whom he knows and yet doesn't know at the same time. Newt notices him being distracted and calls out to Thomas, though his comments barely reach Thomas' ears. All he can think about is going back to sleep in the hopes he will see more of her. He feels unnaturally drawn to finding out who she is.
Nightfall arrives and Thomas is desperate for sleep, not even concerned with entertaining Chuck's ramblings.
His head hits the pillow and he is quickly submerged in darkness.
{The setting has changed now. Thomas finds himself surrounded by artificial lights, buttons, dials - high tech equipment far too advanced for anything he remembers experiencing. And yet the environment is familiar, as though he has spent many days sat in this seat. From behind him, Thomas hears a door slide open. He listens as a person walks through and watches her as she travels across the room;
Soft curves
Long, dark hair
A slender face
It's her.
Thomas watches enraptured as she sits down opposite him, though once again he cannot make out any discernable features of her face.
He hears her though, she has a voice like honey and rich chocolate and Thomas cannot seem to get enough of it. He wished to drown in it. The girl is talking to him but he cannot make out the words she's speaking. However, It is familiar, like he has heard this same voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear, laughing into his chest as she lies on him. What a strange feeling of deja vu. She stands up abruptly, sliding over to Thomas. The girl hovers behind him, leaning over his shoulder. Thomas can smell her. She smells like vanilla and lavender, a sharp contrast to the pungent odors of the gladers Thomas has become used to. He feels her warm breath on his neck and Thomas turns to look at her face. He is immediately drawn to her lips, so plump and soft. So kissable. They stretch into a smile he is sure will linger in his memories forever. What he wouldn't give to make her smile like that all the time. Before he can bask in her presence any longer, the edges of his vision start to distort and he is abruptly removed from this dreamscape back to the real world}
Yet another day goes by with Thomas completely distracted by the mystery woman. He cannot remove the thought of her soft lips from his head
They play on a loop in his mind, taunting him with their mysterious origin. "Who is that girl?" Thomas questions out loud, gaining the attention of Newt who promptly asks, "What girl?"
"Huh?"
"You just mentioned a girl - what girl do you mean?" Newt presses, "What's been going on with you, Greenie?"
"Nothing!" Thomas exclaims, "Just ignore me.."
"Does it have something to do with those dreams you keep having?" It seems Newt's persistent questioning has drawn Chuck's attention, who very unhelpfully came over to be involved. "I keep hearing you shuffling and breathing heavy at night. Almost thought you were rubbing one out till I heard you snore." Chuck giggles.
"You've been having weird dreams? About a girl? Thomas what aren't you telling me?"
Suspicion is palpable in Newt's tone though Thomas knows he can't say anything of truth. He's sure telling people about the girl will only make them suspicious of him, more than they already are. And selfishly, Thomas desires to keep the knowledge of this girl all to himself.
She is his guilty pleasure.
"Look it's nothing, I've been having some distressing dreams - which I can't even remember now - so drop it! I'm sure it's just stress from being in this shucking place," Thomas grumbles.
"Fine, I'll drop it. But you need to tell me the second something progresses, yeah? I don't care how miniscule you might think it is, I wanna know. Alright mate?"
"Yeah Newt, I promise." Thomas lies.
Night arrives once again, and Thomas is eager to see the girl again. Maybe he'll be able to make out words this time, or possibly see her face properly. Giddily, Thomas leaps into bed and falls asleep.
{It is dark. Much darker than any other dream setting he has been in. Thomas realises he is lying down - on a very plush mattress - and he is virtually naked, save for his boxers. What is this? As Thomas' eyes adjust in the darkness he spots a small sliver of light shining through the crack of a door. Curiously, Thomas sits up to get a clearer view of his surroundings when the door swings open. The increase of light is immediately blinding and Thomas shields his eyes. When he removes his hand, Thomas is taken aback. Standing in the doorframe is an equally undressed girl;
Soft curves
Long, dark hair
A slender face
It's her?
Why is she nearly naked? And should Thomas be seeing this? He painfully removes his eyes from her body, and tries furiously to sooth the burning of his cheeks. The girl slinks over to the bed, crawling across it to lie facing Thomas. A delicate hand encircles his bicep and Thomas nearly melts. The sound of honey makes it's way to Thomas' ears yet again, "Thomas?"
Oh shit.
Thomas slowly looks over to the girl, running his eyes up her torso, her breasts, her neck, towards her face. Beautiful eyes gleam up at him, full of love and longing. The intensity of her look almost throws Thomas off. He can't remember the last time someone looked at him in such a way and his heart beats even faster for it.
"Thomas? Are you okay?" The girl repeats herself, increasing her grip on him. Thomas turns himself over, now face to face with her, and finds himself at a complete loss for words. She is beautiful, with smooth porcelain skin, freckled cheeks that are adorned with a gentle blush. And those lips. Oh those lips. The urge to kiss her has Thomas' fingers twitching.
She's perfect.
He opens his mouth to respond but no sound comes out. Panic begins to flow through his veins, if he can't speak to her, how will he be able to communicate his feelings? or find out who she is? Thomas searches her face for any understanding that he is trying to communicate, but she just looks back at him, concerned. Thomas begins to rationalise his options, he cannot lose this opportunity to interact with the girl and his time may very well be running out.
His eyes find her lips once again and in a last effort of desperation, Thomas takes a deep breath and closes the gap between them.
It is a searing kiss, forceful and full of unspoken emotion. Thomas can feel the warmth of her cheeks pressed to his, his hands find her smooth waist and trail across it before travelling the expanse of her back. She is so soft, so gentle. Her hand moves from his arm to his chest, where she grips for dear life. Thomas is only getting more and more excited as she gropes his body.
This feels so real, as though he really does have hold of the girl. His hand moves lower, towards her arse where he grabs it and drags her body onto his. Her breasts press against his chest, and their legs tangle together. Thomas makes a bold move and swipes his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for permission to enter her mouth. The girl responds enthusiastically and sucks him in. Thomas begins exploring her cavern before latching onto her tongue. The girl lets out the most melodious whimper and Thomas parts his lips from her. Staring down at her lustfully, Thomas memorises her expression.
Breathless and wanting.
Wanting him!
Before he can have a chance to keep kissing her, the outsides of his vision begin to blur again and Thomas is ripped from his dream}
Waking up, the first thing Thomas notices is how hard he is. Blood is throbbing through his dick. Secondly, he realises how awkward it would be to be caught in such a state by any of the other boys. Not wanting to be placed in such a position, Thomas quickly grabs a towel and a spare change of clothes and bolts it to the showers.
Standing under the lukewarm spray of the water, Thomas resists the urge to take care of his problem. Partially because he is still trying to avoid being caught in an unfortunate situation, but also because now that he has had a taste of the girl he knows nothing he could do to himself will ever compare to the pleasure she could give him. He finishes washing quickly and gets ready for yet another day of mental torture.
A few hours go by, with Thomas keeping himself busy with manual labour, when Chuck comes up behind him. "Are you okay, Thomas?"
Thomas sighs, "Yeah, Chuck. What did I say about worrying about me? I'm fine okay?!"
"You've just been more reserved today that's all... sorry for asking I guess."
"Sorry Chuck, I don't mean to be short with you."
"Nah it's fine, don't worry about it!" Chuck smiles at Thomas kindly, "So, what are you doin- "
CLANG! WHIRRRRR!
Both boys stand in shock at the sound of ... the box? But didn't Newt say it only came up once a month? It's only been a few days. Thomas jets off in the direction of the box, trailing just slightly behind Newt and Gally. He waits curiously at the edge of the box as Newt opens the doors and jumps inside to inspect the situation. "What do you see Newt?", one of the boys asks.
"It's a girl..." Newt exclaims.
Thomas' heart skips a beat.
Could it be?
Is it her?