Warning: smut, and very hot smut at that! This is a companion piece to my story "Fear in a Handful of Dust" and fills in a few of the blanks scenes, which all happen to be smut. This was originally published on Ao3 on January 26th, 2017 and is being uploaded here for the sake of my own ego.
There is a crack running through the ceiling. Newt has grown intimately familiar with it in his time spent alone in this bed, and it is a comforting ritual to run his eyes over it. It soothes him and distracts him from other, less appropriate matters. Distracts him from her.
Tina.
In the two months since he's been back, they've revolved around each other in an ever-tightening orbit. He had made the first move, all those years ago, by reaching out and initiating physical contact. After that, he had left it up to her because he truly could not fathom that she would reciprocate his hesitant feelings. She had surprised him by welcoming him back into her life and surprised him further in initiating the next step by kissing him. That invitation had led to other, less innocent ones, and now he was here, in this bed, wide awake and glowing like a torch in the dark.
There's a rustle of fabric at the door, and he looks down to find her standing there.
Tina hovers uncertainty, gnawing her lip and fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Newt feels his eyebrows creep into his hairline. She has no reason to be here other than that delicate, tentative thing they've been skirting for months, and in this moment Newt cannot find a single good reason to turn her away. He lifts the blanket in invitation, face carefully blank as she crawls in beside him.
Tina presses close, a warm and welcome weight. His hands find the buttons on her shirt at the same time her mouth finds his, and their kiss is far from innocent as he divests her of her garment. His own top follows soon after, and Tina moves to straddle his waist while her hands course over the lines of his chest and shoulders, and the musculature of his arms.
Her eyes shine in the dark as she smiles and traces the network of imperfections on his chest. Tina makes a hungry sound when she reclaims his mouth, Newt's hands move unerringly to the waistband of her pants. He hesitates until she nods and presses further into him, breath stuttering across his skin. He slides his hands beneath and over the curve of her ass, cupping and kneading her cheeks as she writhes against him.
Tina breaks their kiss with a ragged gasp, leaning back to shimmy out of her pajama bottoms. She wears nothing underneath, and her skin glows like moonstone in the faint light of the room. Newt takes a moment to appreciate her appearance, the storm-cloud of hair around her face, the deep eyes that shine for him, the ripe thrust of her firm breasts, the gentle swell of her hips. His eyes descend further to the shadowed apex of her thighs, and he groans in heady anticipation.
Tina lifts her hips and removes his pants without preamble, undoing the fastening of his underwear before peeling them off. Tina tosses them both over the side of the bed and then slithers down his body until she's face-to-cock with him. He watches as she carefully examines his length, trying very hard not to smile at the freckles there, before soft hands wrap around him. Newt can't smother the growl that claws out of his throat or the way his head digs into the pillow. Her curious explorations ignite and tease in turn, and when her small pink tongue flicks out to taste him, he fists the sheets helplessly.
Tina works with enthusiasm, and her eager ministrations bring him very near the edge. Only reciting the properties of Swooping Evil venom keep him anchored until he pushes her away, a little desperately. She rises with a self-satisfied smirk and crawls up to straddle his waist. She leans forward to peck his mouth, then her hand takes his and leads it to the mysteries between her legs. Moving slowly, keeping her eyes on him and giving him time to refuse, she guides his fingers and allows him to touch.
Newt brushes against the damp, dark curls, and pushes past the humid swell of her outer lips. He rotates his wrist and flicks his fingers until the outer petals bloom and he encounters wet heat. She hums encouragingly when he drags along her cleft, and again when he sinks a finger into her. Tina is slick and hot and willing so he adds another finger and sets his pace. She tightens deliriously with an animal sound as a tremor works through her.
Tina arches her back and reaches behind her to take him in hand but Newt hardly notices, intent on pleasing her and cataloging her responses. He angles his wrist and adds another finger while his thumb seeks her swollen nub, nestled in her folds. She jolts and cries out when he sweeps over it, and he realizes through the haze that they are both perilously close to shattering and he doesn't want that.
Newt sucks in two sharp breaths and pulls his hand from her. Tina makes a bereft sound, which quickly turns into a whine when he raises his fingers to his mouth and sucks them in. He cleans them thoroughly, playing up the action of his tongue until she pants. He uses his hands to pull her close, urging her thighs over the plane of his stomach and chest until she's straddling his shoulders, her mound positioned directly over his mouth, and she gives a shocked exhale.
Newt looks into her eyes and raises his eyebrows, a silent plea for permission. Tina's breathing is unsteady as her hands find his hair, nails raking his scalp. He focuses inward for a moment, relishing the sensation. Tina nods twice, jerkily. He gently encourages her to settle until her mound alights on his mouth, silky-soft and damp. Newt wraps his arms around her hips while he unfurls his tongue, tentative until he can ascertain her reaction, but with growing confidence as she keens and jerks and rolls her hips.
Tina is wet and salty-sweet and deliriously pink here, even in the low light, and Newt happily sets his tongue to swirling and plundering her secrets. She jerks away and he follows, until her hands find his forehead and presses. He clues in and keeps his head still while she rocks against him, riding his face and spreading her moisture all over his mouth. A tremble takes her thighs and spreads throughout her body, so he tightens his grip on her to support her weight. He starts flicking the tip of his tongue in counterpoint to her movements, and she moans loudly and grinds down.
The force of her orgasm sees her sagging against him, shuddering, and she gasps his name while he catches her and breathes evenly through his nose. Newt can feel her fluttering against his mouth, and warm nectar flows from within. He laps it up as she calms, and when she finally pulls away, his face is obscenely wet. Tina voices a shaky laugh and touches his cheek to perform a gentle cleansing charm.
She trembles as she languidly moves down his body, taking the time to taste each silver scar. Her tongue finds his flat nipples and runs over them, causing him to hiss, before tracing the topography of his freckles. Her mouth is warm and humid and he trembles as she suckles him. Tina moves lower, to where he juts from himself like an overwrought exclamation point. She bends and sucks his foreskin into her mouth, lipping it gently. A change in angle has her taking him in entirely, her delicate lips stretched around him and she bobs once, twice. Newt snaps his head while frantic hands catch her hair, and she halts. There's no mistaking her pleased smirk when she looks at him and shifts.
Tina moves quickly to position herself over where he aches. Her legs frame his hips as she uses her hands to guide him against her. She relaxes and settles until the tip butts against her entrance, and Newt grits his teeth at the contact. Tina halts her downward progress and leans forward to kiss him deeply, taking the breath from his lungs and breathing new life into the rest of him. They kiss until her hips begin to twitch independent of her, which is when she breaks away to look into his face. She's worrying her lip again, suddenly doubtful, so Newt settles an unsteady hand on her hip and does his best to reassure.
"Yes, Tina, please..." he manages, his voice a dry croak. Tina must, for she nods and glides backward to resume her stance over him. A moment to breathe together, then her hands clutch his and she sinks down, fitting his length into her with one smooth slide. She descends until they are flush together, groaning in unison. Tina plants her hands against his chest and sighs happily, while Newt's hands fly to her hips and take hold.
Newt takes measured breaths through his nose, hands clamped down to prevent her from moving. She is tighter and hotter than he ever imagined, and her slick tension has him skirting the edge already; one wrong move could tumble him over, and then they'd both finish the night unsatisfied. Newt closes his eyes and clenches his jaw until he feels more in control, and lifts a hand to cup her breast, tweaking the nipple. She sighs and moans and grinds down, and the sensation chases sparks through him. Newt relaxes his hold on her hips as Tina begins a slow and sensuous roll against him.
She rocks to adjusts their rhythm and angle until they can feel the full slide of his cock in her, setting nerves alight. Newt's skin erupts into goosebumps when she leans back and plants both hands into his thighs, trading her swaying glide for scandalously bouncing up and down on him. The impact sends delicious shock-waves through her breasts, and Newt watches them sway through heavy-lidded eyes, thoroughly transfixed.
Tina's mouth falls open in a shocked 'O' as her hair sways around her face, and Newt lifts an unsteady hand to push it behind her ears. She whips her head around and takes his fingers into her warm mouth, sucking them indecently. Newt growls deep in his chest when his cock twitches in warning. Tina releases his fingers with a popping sound and grins down at him, and Newt is overcome with the sudden need to see her undone.
His hands find her ass, clenching and squeezing the muscles there before moving down to clutch at her white thighs. He moves upward to trail his callouses over her breasts and stomach, and her skin ripples into goose-flesh in the wake of his touch. Newt grasps and cups and pinches until she is trembling and making shocked sounds, and her head falls back to expose the beautiful line of her throat. It is white and supple and he needs to taste so he waits until she falters, smooth rhythm giving way to building desperation, then hauls himself upright and wraps his arms around her, pulling her roughly onto his cock and tonguing the juncture of her throat and shoulder.
Tina makes a delirious sound, her blunt nails sinking into the skin of his shoulders. Newt bares his teeth at her throat and licks a hot trail to her ear, sucking until she's moaning steadily and shuddering over him. Her cunt tightens around him spasmodically, causing his breath to catch with every thrum, and he knows she's close. He recognizes that this new position doesn't give them the same intense angle, so he leans back and allows her to fuck him into the mattress.
Tina strains above him, bordering on desperate, and her eyes seek and hold his with frantic intensity. Thinking takes an immense effort and speaking even more, but he somehow manages. Newt moves his hand until his fingers find her clit and rub, a gentle counterpoint to the slide of his length in her. She closes her eyes and moans happily, stomach muscles jumping as a slow tremor starts in her core and spreads outwards.
"I've got you, Tina," he grits out, and her pace ramps up until her head drops forward, her mouth opens, and the most delicious sound he's ever heard clambers out. Her body quivers atop him and her cunt clamps around him and her inhibitions are gone when she comes, fingernails dragging over his skin and moaning musically. Her intense trembling stalls her momentum until Newt takes over, thrusting into her heat as she pulses around him, a flush infusing her chest. He feels the warmth of it when she finally collapses forward, body thrumming with completion.
Tina breathes into his skin until she's calmed, his gently rocking hips swaying them together. She lifts her head and kisses him, slow and deep, until he gasps against her mouth. Her hips twitch and she makes a soft noise, and he knows she's recovered. Newt reaches to clasp her hand, pressing their palms together and twining their fingers. He is trembling on his own precipice but the intensity of her release sees him overcome with gratitude, with joy for sharing it with him, and he can't keep the emotion or the words to himself.
"You are remarkable," he sighs, and her smile is a tremulous, disbelieving thing. He jerks his head into a nod and swallows, throat suddenly dry. Tina examines his face and firms her smile, then uses their twined hands to leverage herself upright. She bears down to tighten around him and whatever platitudes he was about to share are lost in an animal groan, mind wiped suddenly blank. He squeezes his eyes shut when she repeats the action, but snaps them open when she speaks.
"You're very sweet," she murmurs, and she sounds like she means it. She tightens again and rocks her hips, and Newt dissolves into sighs while she picks up her pace, voice flagging. "But now I think I...I think I'd like to see you c-come...oh!"
Newt digs his elbows and heels in for leverage and snaps his hips. She cries out and grapples against him as he does it again, and again, setting a punishing pace while driving into her. Tina hangs on helplessly and voices continuous cries until they're both frantic and straining, teetering on the brink. Tina whines and her cunt tightens around him in a second, less intense orgasm, just as the first surge of climax submerges him, a molten flux that flashes in his core and flows outward. Newt growls her name and Tina drops to kiss him viciously, knocking their teeth together.
The pain is a pleasant counterpoint to the devastation of gathering release, and they maintain the kiss as he surges into her. Newt grabs her hips hard enough to bury his fingertips and drags her down onto him, slamming them together until punishing thrusts splinter into senseless motion. His cock twitches and swells and he breaks away to moan. Tina catches his gaze and holds it while she squeezes, and that's all it takes.
Newt's orgasm slams into him hard enough for stars to burst behind his eyes. He cries out as his arms clutch Tina convulsively, dragging her into him. Their desperate pitch disintegrates while Newt surrenders to the conflagration in his veins. Tina gasps into his ear as they thrum together, and Newt adds his own sounds, splintered sobs and garbled fragments of her name. Her cunt suckles and quivers as he spends himself, pressed as deep as he can go, and the primal satisfaction of that act wrenches another animal sound out of him.
Then it's over, and the scaffolding of their bodies collapses.
The lay in a sweaty pile of limbs until their breathing regulates. Tina eventually shifts and they wince in unison when he slithers out of her, overly-sensitive flesh rubbing unpleasantly. She is sloppy-wet down there, and they lay in a sticky puddle but neither of them can muster the strength to physically clean it up so Newt sleepily flicks his fingers and mumbles a quick Tergeo. It works well enough, for he no longer feels quite so dirty, and Tina hums.
Tina mutters her thanks against his mouth before kissing him slowly. Newt is exhausted and fading fast, but he rallies the energy to do a thorough job of it. They part eventually and Tina sighs in contentment as she lays her head on his chest. He distantly feels her pull the blankets to cover them both, then she drapes herself over him and he is warm.
Sleep claims him quickly.
Newt wakes to her eyes and fingers on him, tracing over the imperfections on his chest. Her fingers are delicate as they skate between the constellations that mar him, and it tickles but he doesn't have the heart to make her stop. Her hand halts eventually, resting on the skin over his heart, and he lays his hand on hers and presses it close.
Tina's smile is slow and languid in the morning light, and her kiss is the same. They press their mouths together and breathe in unison until the feelings it provokes cannot be contained and hands start to wander. Tina was a nymph in the dark of night, focused on her desires and willing to take what he offered up so freely. Here in the light of dawn, she is a radiant Madonna, and he stares in worship until she looks away, flushing.
Tina's skin glows like abalone in the light, and he's taken with the urge to taste every inch of it so he does, starting with her mouth and working his way down. Her nipples are a pink delight and he spends extra time there, laving them until her back arches and she breathes her pleasure. Then further down, over the creamy divot of her stomach, kissing the thatch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs, and into the crease of her legs.
Where he freezes and sucks in a shocked breath.
Her hips and legs are covered in bruises, stark in the morning light. There are distinct bite marks where he had nipped her before allowing her to settle on his face. The clear marks of his fingers are inky against the tendons of her inner thigh, and at her hips, there are discolorations in the precise shape of his hand, purple and blue and awful.
Tina lifts her head from where it was dug into the pillow, and her eyes are liquid when she looks at him. "Newt," she says slowly. She watches his eyes flick to her bruises, sees his horrified expression, and blows a strand of hair out of her face. "Newt," she says again, and now her voice is gentle. She reaches down to touch his hair. "You don't need to worry about it. I bruise easy. This isn't your fault."
He isn't convinced and it must show, because she presses on his scalp, guiding his mouth toward her skin. "Just kiss me," she breathes. "Just kiss me and that'll make it better."
Newt hesitates for only a moment before resuming his ministrations, and by the time he's kissed and nibbled down to her ankle and back, she's clenching the sheets and arching against him. He hovers over her mound and teases the dark curls with a calloused finger, grinning when she hisses and spreads her legs. He cups her but she is impatient, so he spreads her lips and draws a finger through the pearly moisture that gleams within. She's already slick when he fits his thumb against her clit and sinks in two fingers, setting a firm tempo. Tina's head falls back as her mouth falls open, and before long she's drawing herself tight and clenching around him.
Tina keens once, short and sharp, before jerking her hips away and baring her teeth at him. "Not like that," she gasps, and her hands find his shoulders and tug him close. She falls back and he climbs up to cover her with his body, her legs wrapping around his narrow waist. "Like this," she manages, and then: "Please, I want it like this, I want—" She's too keyed up to talk, body trembling as she slides her arms around his shoulders, and he shushes her while moving in for a kiss.
The kiss is meant to distract, but it instead stokes the flames when she takes his bottom lip and bites, hard enough to taste blood. He groans and braces his palms beside her head while hot, clever hands wrap around his length and direct him to where she's wet and ready for him. She cants her hips and aims his blunt tip directly against herself. They share a moan when he rolls his hips and plunges into her in one smooth stroke.
Her legs buttress his waist and her arms tighten around his shoulders until he's flush against her, breasts crushed between them. She releases a wheezing exhale and then claims his lips and he's moving, rolling his hips into her slowly enough to savor but hard enough to jolt them both. She breaks the contact to roll her head back against the sheets, low sounds vibrating through the plane of her chest and directly into his ear. Newt suckles the flesh there, flicks his tongue to taste her sounds, and then bites, leaving fresh bruises.
She is eager and pliant under him, stunning in her wantonness, and Newt longs to please and dominate in equal measure. More than either, he wants to see and feel her come, so he surrenders himself to the sheer carnality of his urges and lets go. He's functioning entirely on instinct when he latches his mouth to the crook of her neck and sucks, then slides the burr of his chin over her breasts, leaving a trail of inflamed pink skin in its wake. It is a claiming gesture, intended to mark her as his.
Tina hooks a leg over him and cries out artlessly, lips sensuously parted in bliss. The sight is languid and immeasurably beautiful, and he carefully commits it to memory and kisses her again, dipping his tongue into her mouth and claiming her sounds. She jerks her head away and it's "Newt, Newt, Newt", a punctuation-less refrain on her tongue, followed shortly thereafter with a liquored "Yes, yes, yes," and she's coming around him, clenching him tight and splayed gloriously across the pillows.
Newt's own building release is a knot at the base of his cock, winding tighter with every throaty sound he wrings out of her. She crests under him and then relaxes, her calves sliding from around his waist to rest at his side. He gathers her legs and hooks his elbows beneath her knees, changing the angle of his thrust. Tina rocks her pelvis to better receive him and tangles her fingers in his hair, tugging hard enough to elicit a grunt from him.
"Tina," he manages, and she nods and tugs his hair again, sending a ripple of heat down his spine. The node within him coils and throbs, and he buries his face in her neck while ramping up the intensity of his thrusts, plowing into her hard enough to jolt the headboard into the wall. He chokes her name and she licks his Adam's apple then sinks her teeth into his shoulder, leaving bruises of her own.
"I need you to come," she says, and her voice ignites him further until he is mindless with need. He can distantly hear the slap of their flesh impacting, and he can hear her murmuring to him around her own sighs of pleasure, but that is all distant compared to the heat sunk into his core. It teases and rises and starts to unspool, and he forces his eyes open and drops his head so he can see where they connect, where he dips into her and she welcomes him so completely.
"Newt. Let go," and it isn't a request, he isn't sure how she managed to take control of the situation, but her voice slices cleanly through the Gordian Knot containing his release, a snarl working its way out of his throat. She presses her open mouth to his and his vocalizations spill into her, growls and cries as he's flooded with heat. His toes curl into the sheets while his back bows under the onslaught. His cock twitches and pulses, his seed streaking from him hard enough to make his vision treble.
Then it's over, and he trembles as he holds up his weight. Newt's mind is curiously blank, vision fuzzy around the edges. He breathes deep, emitting a hiccuping gasp on every third or fourth breath until the haze clears enough for basic cognition to return. Then he gingerly eases himself out and off of her, wincing at the bruised soreness of his muscles, and collapses beside Tina.
Tina rolls and places an open palm on his chest, over the place where his heart hammers frantically. She looks worried as she watches him, and it takes a minute or two for his breathing to slow enough to speak. He lifts her palm to kiss it before sinking his head back into the sheets, closing his eyes in satisfaction. It isn't until she brushes a knuckled over his damp cheek that he realizes what concerns her, and a fissure of warmth that has nothing to do with sex spreads through him.
"So sorry," he husks. Newt fists his cheeks dry and gives Tina a watery smile. "Didn't mean to alarm you. I just...I find myself quite overcome, really." He rolls to nuzzle their faces together before kissing her. "It's a release, and not just physically."
Tina seems satisfied with his explanation, for she teases his mouth before pulling away with a smile. "I need to clean up, and I need to eat." She bends, and the clean line of her back and thigh catch his eye, forcing him to swallow thickly. She rises with her pajamas and stands in one smooth motion, buttocks flexing as she crosses the floor. "I'll make some breakfast. Eggs okay?" She pokes her head back through the door while he nods mutely, and then she leaves.
Newt watches her go while quietly gathering the will to move. He can smell himself, a miasma of sex and pungent sweat, and the tang of her intimate fluids. The scent is on his skin and in his sheets, and he will put off washing them for as long as possible. The fragrance is far from unpleasant, and it's sure to fuel dreams.
He debates bathing before descending into the case for morning chores and dismisses the idea. The creatures will smell the change in his body, smell Tina all over him, and recognize that he has acquired a mate. Perhaps Ethel the Erumpent will be disappointed, but many of the other creatures will use this information to further assure his place in the hierarchy. They will also treat Tina with greater respect, and that prospect thrills him. He has every intention of making her a staple in their lives.
The smell of eggs wafts from the kitchen, and Newt realizes he's tarried too long. He's smiling, bright as the morning sun, as he stands to pull on his pajama bottoms, foregoing even underwear. Then he opens the latches on his case.