Hey. New "story", it'll be a series of oneshots actually. For the one, I regret nothing, NOTHING *run away*.
- So, is everyone ready for the night ?
Tina Goldstein, very soon to be Scamander, was currently standing in her fiancé's kitchen busy herself with baking a cake when the latter came back from the basement. She was trying for the very first time to cook the No-maj way, utterly convinced that if her friend Jacob could do it, maybe she was able to do something edible at least. She just had to do the cooking by the book which was easier to say than to do actually.
- Yes, Dougal helped me with the Hidebehind. He's a little nervous since he moved from the case to the basement, Newt Scamander answered with a yawn, I can see you're still trying that thing.
- Yeah, I thought that with Jacob's book it would be easier but it's a real mayhem.
She forcefully kneaded the batter, rolling it with her bare hands. Focused on her task, she didn't notice Newt sneaking just behind her without a sound. That is when he embraced her then began to kiss her neck she aknowledged his presence in her back.
- I don't know why, he mumbled between kisses, but watching you doing that is strangely erotic.
She didn't answered but smiled playfully without ceasing what she was doing. Newt, on his side, was doing his best to gain her attention where he wanted to. His kisses became more needy, more explicit on his intention, the shy and awkward Newt leaving room for the confident and possessive one.
- I'm definitely aroused now, he nibbled her neck's skin before sucking it lightly, leaving a faint bruise behind, are we going to... Do something about it ?
She hummed as she rubbed lasciviously her hips against him, feeling with satisfaction his hard desire for her. He hissed as he grabbed her by the waist to prevent her from torturing him more.
- You're playing a dangerous game, Tina.
He moved to unbutton her blouse but was stopped by her.
- I came here to bake a cake and I will, Newt, she stated teasingly with a tone of finality.
He blinked facing her determination and, all of a sudden, gathered ingredients on the table.
- What are you doing ? She asked with a brief laugh at his strange change of behavior.
- The fastest that cake is done and the fastest you're available for - well, something else, he finished with a faint blush.
That said, and since they were both not really good at cooking, the cake ended up terrible.
