"Making Out In The Elevator"

"I swear to fucking God, when I get my hands on that little shit-!" Janson hissed. He stormed past you, looking more pissed off than ever. He didn't even look at you.A few days had passed since you'd arrived at the Last City, and you're in the WICKED complex when Janson storms past. He had been called out and returned later that day, and you have no clue where he went.

You catch up to him, "Hey, are you okay? What happened?"Janson stops walking and instantly spins around to face you, "Shut up, Y/N. Don't treat me like a baby, okay?" He says threateningly. "Okay...jeez, sorry for asking." You say quietly, feeling quite hurt by his sudden outburst. He shoots you a warning glance then walks off without another word. You decide not to chase after him, and so you walk the other way.

You run into Teresa, and she picks up on your mood."Hey, what's up?" She asks, looking concerned for you."Nothing. Just Janson being an asshole" You say, rolling your eyes and acting like you don't really care. Teresa nods, "Oh...well, you know, he's pretty pissed off.""Yeah, I noticed.""The Gladers hijacked the train carrying the teenagers. Stole a bunch of kids. But, they didn't get Minho." Teresa says bluntly. You suddenly understand why Janson was so pissed now, but he still upset you.

A few hours later, you head home for the day. Janson isn't back yet, but you don't mind. You're still pretty upset with him. You spend some time to yourself, reading a book and just lounging around when Janson comes in. You hear him lock the door and head straight upstairs, not even saying hi to you.You sigh and continue to read. Finally, he comes downstairs. He doesn't say anything but he sits down next to you."Shit, I'm sorry Y/N. I really shouldn't have shouted at you." He mutters softly. His voice sounded genuine."It's okay." You reply, fighting the urge to start laughing. Janson picks up on this, "What's funny...?" He askspassive-aggressively, "I don't get it?" You snigger a little, "You just sound like a little boy, forced to apologise by his mummy." You say jokingly. Janson smiles a little, "I didn't have to apologise, you know. I can easily take it back."

"Then I just won't talk to you until you  un-take back your apology." You say smugly, crossing your arms across your chest. "That would be an improvement." Janson says playfully. "Hey!" You cry out, pushing him playfully. Janson, who was unaffected by your push, shoves you back harder. You fall off the sofa and land flat on your ass, to Jansons amusement - who can't stop laughing at you. Janson puts his feet up where you were sitting with a smirk, causing you to jump up and try to get his feet off your spot. After he doesn't budge, you sit down on his legs. "God, you're heavy, Y/N!" He remarks jokingly. You put on a face of mock surprise. "Am not!" You snap back. He grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap. You laugh a little and lay down ontop of him."I'm glad you're comfy." He says sarcastically, smirking slightly. You roll your eyes. "Cry me a river." You reply, making yourself more comfortable and him more uncomfortable. He scoffs, "Little miss attitude.""Mr anger issues."

Janson rolls his eyes, "I have a meeting with Ava tomorrow. I need my beauty sleep."You roll your eyes and climb off him. Janson jumps up from the sofa and kisses your forehead, "You coming to bed?" He asks. "Yeah. I'm bloody tired." You yawn and stretch your arms, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over you.

*

You're awoken the next morning with Janson cussing loudly and getting out of bed in a hurry. You open your eyes slowly and see Janson pulling his shirt on. He looks at you and made a face as if to say 'hurry up.'"Y/N, get out of bed. It's 7:30." Janson says, throwing his arms into the air. "Good morning to you too." You scoff and get out of bed. "My meeting with Ava starts in 5 minutes. Get changed. Now." Janson says assertively as he storms into the bathroom. You shrug, guessing that he'll be in a bad mood today. You get changed just as Janson comes out of the bathroom. "Are you ready?" He asks without really looking at you as he puts his jacket on. "I haven't even brushed my teeth?" You scoff, not believing his audacity. "Well, hurry up!" He cries, pointing to the bathroom. "But you- oh never mind." You give up trying to argue and go into the bathroom. Janson goes downstairs and waits by the front door for you.

You rush down the stairs 2 at a time and grab your jacket from the coat rack next to the door. Janson motions for you to leave the apartment. He locks the door starts speed-walking through the streets. He grabs your hand so you can keep up. "Sorry if I was in a rush." Janson says, not changing pace whatsoever. You nod, "That's okay. I understand." Janson makes a 'mhm' noise in response, clearly too busy dragging you through the busy morning streets at an inhumane pace to actually have a conversation.

You reach WICKED at probably 7:55. Janson, stressing about how late he is spams the elevator as if that'll make it come down any faster. "This is bullshit!" He shouts, causing everyone in the lobby to look at you two. Janson just doesn't care and continues to repeatedly press the elevator button. "Hey, it's not going to come down any faster." You say quietly, trying to draw less attention to you two. The elevator dings open and Janson drags you inside. A poor women runs over to the elevator before the doors shut, but Janson doesn't make any effort to keep the door opens as they shut on her face.You stand awkwardly in the elevator as it goes up, seemingly even slower then usual.

You stand in the corner of the lift as you watch the numbers go up. Janson turns to look at you. He seems less pissed off now, and he's even smirking slightly. He crosses the elevator to you and puts his hands on your waist. Given you were already in the corner, it's pretty easy for him to corner you. You smile and shake your head. "Well, aren't you in a better mood?" You ask teasingly.

He smiles and kisses you without warning. You kiss him back, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck as the kiss intensifies. You place a hand at the back of his head, as he pushes his body against yours - pushing you further against the wall. He pulls away. "That was my apology." He says casually, but doesn't move away from you. Instead, he begins placing soft  kisses along your jawline, moving down to your neck. You close your eyes and allow him to do his thing. You feel a warm, tingly feeling as he kisses your neck. You know he's probably going to leave a love bite as he sucks and kisses a certain spot just below your jaw.

The elevator door opens, but Janson doesn't stop kissing your neck. He's interrupted by someone clearing their throat. "Janson, you're already 25 minitues late." Janson pulls away with a very annoyed face. He turns to the elevator door to see who had the audacity to interrupt him.

Ava Paige stands at the door with her arms crossed. She looks pissed.