On that day, when Newt entered his case, he didn't expect to found Tina in it, even less discovered her in a particular attire…

I mixed a headcanon from tumblr and a chat I had with Fennethianell. So yeah, nothing's my fault! :D
As always, a big huge thank you to my beta reader SleepingReader! :D

Newt whistled quietly while stepping down the ladder of his case. He planned to spend a few hours in his workshop in order to add some lines to the manuscrit of the 2nd edition of his book with a nice cup of tea. This pleasant thinking brought a soft smile to his lips. He turned the kettle on with a negligent gesture of his wand and started to search his notebook. His desk being what it is, it was always a bit arduous to find anything but, thanks to his daily practice, he always succeeded. "Stubborn as a Niffler", he liked to say. Several minutes later however, he had to face the facts: the notebook wasn't on the desk. Hands on his hips, he slightly turned on himself and scanned the room. Behind his back, his bedroom door opened slowly. The noise made him twitch and he turned his head sharply towards the intruder.

'Is this what you're looking for?'

Tina was standing in the doorway and looked at him playfully, holding the little leather covered book.

'Just wanted to be sure I caught your attention.'

Newt tried to answer that she always has his full attention, but his brain had emptied itself seeing the breathtaking vision standing in front of him. Her voice was sensual and soft and… oh, things were truly warm down here in the workshop. A noisy whistle brought him back to earth: the water in the kettle was hot. He closed the mouth he didn't remember he opened and waved his wand to put the fire out, his eyes still focused on Tina.

'You're staring. How rude,' she said, pretending to be offended, the corner of her mouth curling a little showed her amusement.

'How could I not?' He answered the same way and he took a step towards her.

'I'm glad you're home, I was waiting for you.'

'Oh really? Why?'

'Isn't it obvious?' She replied while getting close to him.

The Hufflepuff scarf hanging around her neck, actually the only item she was wearing, swung lightly above her chest and allowed a quick glance at the pink tip of her breasts. He stepped back suddenly before she could reach him.

'Stop,' he ordered her in a sharp voice.

His throat was dry and all he desired was to take her into his arms and… take her in another way, really, but an idea just came to life in his mind and he intended to carry it through before losing himself in Tina's embrace.
Confused, she obeyed, slightly tilted her head and raised one eyebrow in puzzlement.

'I would like to…'

He abruptly took the notebook she had in her hand and sought for a quill on his desk while he continued to talk.

'I want to… keep the moment. Capture the instant. Love, you have no idea. You're gorgeous. I have to preserve this memory.'

He finally got his hand on his quill and a bottle of ink.

'On the bed.'

'Newt…'

'Please, Tina,' There was almost despair in his voice. 'I want to make love with you so much, right now, but I won't not be able to draw after that. '

Tina rolled her eyes, half annoyed, half amused. Where does Newt Scamander get his ideas from? She thought of it for the 15 minutes the pose lasted but she found nothing to help her with. And when finally Newt let go of his quill and notebook to use his fingers on her in a completely different way, she could find the beginning of an answer even less.

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