There's, um, something a bit different about this chapter, by which I mean a certain number comes into play. If you're the blushy-shy type, you may want to skip it...
Tina's building is dark when he arrives, and little wonder: it's well after midnight, and all is quiet as Newt makes his way up the stairs.
Finding her new (though not so new, anymore) apartment has been easy. Newt had memorized the route last time he was here, and he's confident he could walk it in his sleep. Still, he knows well that the jungle of this city is different after dark, and not just the atmosphere. So he keeps a map and his wand handy, just in case he needs to use magic to help him find his way.
He doesn't, and the key works for both sets of doors, until he's hanging his jacket and his suit coat, and sitting on the tired, creaky settee to tug off his boots and shuck off his waistcoat. He sighs before leaning back and rubbing his tired face, feeling exhaustion weigh him down and making every bone creak, before rising to cross the floor for a drink of water, thinking of nothing more than having a lie-down and seeing Tina in the morning.
Of course, he forgets about the jinky floorboard, which screams like a woman being murdered as soon as he puts even a hint of weight on it. Wincing, he hops over it lightly—but the damage is done.
A muffled rustle from behind him, then he hears her: "Queenie?"
Newt's heart leaps when her voice washes over his ears for the first time in months, before crashing when he recalls the hour and her mentioning in her letters the brutal schedule she'd been keeping at work. He closes his eyes in pained self-reproach, debating not saying anything, simply going into the kitchen to complete his task—but silence is no longer an option.
"Not...not quite," he calls softly and swallows. "I'm terribly sorry to have woken you, Tina—I forgot about the floor, and—um." He fumbles to a halt and prepares himself to be abraded by a disgruntled and sleep-deprived Auror.
Instead, her voice comes again. "Newt?" She sounds breathless with excitement and wide awake. He cracks his eyes to sigh in relief when the door behind him opens and her soft footfalls cross the floor. She comes at a light trot, and he turns just in time to catch her—one moment alone and preparing to face her wrath, the next, her slight weight in his arms, her body warm and soft and vital against his.
"Newt," she breathes, and her wonderfully silken mouth presses against the skin covering his neck, inspiring goosebumps as he shivers in delight. She pulls away to take in his face by the dim light of the street lamp coming through the window, and he smiles wobbly as her dark eyes sparkle. "You're really here," she goes on and folds him into her embrace.
"I am," he manages and drops a kiss into her hair. He lingers to breathe in her scent: soap and kitchen herbs, a slight citrus rime of sweat, and beneath that a female muskiness he identifies as simply Tina. It reminds him of long walks and too-short kisses, of parchment and extended afternoons in his case, but more than that, it recalls the warmth of home. He breathes deep and she hums before trailing small, hot kisses along the column of his throat.
"I've missed you," she murmurs between presses, and he swallows and nods and tightens his hold on her. In typical fashion, words fail him so he reverts to action. He tilts his head back to allow her greater contact, and she makes a needy sound as she traces her lips over his skin. Tina's hands rise to frame his face, where he turns his head to kiss the tips of her fingers—left hand first, then the right, where he breathes deep only to detect the unmistakable tang of female arousal clinging to her skin. He's only experienced her scent the one time, just before he'd left, but it is forever steeped in his memory and it has haunted him since.
Newt pauses to raise a questioning eyebrow at the same instant Tina becomes aware of his recognition, and her mouth stops its heady advance. She pulls back, cheeks flushing prettily when he looks at her, sudden heat flashing through him as they stare in heavy silence until he leans forward and—at last, at last—claims her lips. She sighs into his kiss as his arms go around her shoulders.
"Tina," he murmurs when he finally pulls back, just far enough to speak. "It would seem that my arrival has...interrupted something. Am I correct in this assumption?" Color floods her face, and he kisses her hot cheek before dropping his mouth to her throat, where he nibbles until she sags bonelessly in his arms. "I am sorry to have done that," he purrs. "Would you like me to show you just how sorry I am? Or would you simply like to...sleep?"
Tina arches against him, and he feels the hard prod of her nipples against his chest through the cotton of his shirt. Travel-induced exhaustion falls away in favor of exhilaration, and Newt feels an answering stir in his groin when she makes a low, liquid sound and takes his hand. She steps back and he drops his eyes to find her delicious disheveled already, her swollen bottom lip caught between her teeth, pajamas rumpled and cheeks full of hectic color.
"Oh, I think you should show me, right now," she breathes and leads him into the bedroom.
Newt's only been in her bedroom once, when she had first shown him around the place. Now, he doesn't bother himself with the lighting or décor as he wraps around her, kissing her deeply while his hands flit over her sides and hips before dropping to firmly knead her rear. She moans at his touch before breaking away to mouth his jaw and throat.
"Where were you before I so rudely interrupted?" he asks in a low, urgent whisper, and she gasps softly when his fingers trace her collarbone.
"Um," she manages breathlessly, head falling back with a liquid moan as he eases the top button of her pajamas out of its eye. He stops, faintly amused, to kiss her mouth sweetly until she finds her voice. "I was close," she's finally able to continue, and he hums and drags his hands down her arms to loosen her cuffs before sliding them up her front to knead her breasts through the blue flannel. He wraps his fingers around their curve while rubbing his palm firmly over her nipples, causing her to hiss at the pleasantly rough friction.
"How close?" he husks, mouth pressed to her ear, and she mewls when his hands stop. Newt chuckles darkly and kisses her hairline.
"Almost...almost there," Tina pants, and he makes a pleased sound while working her second button free.
"Shall I...assist?" He asks blandly when the clasp loosens, and she stares at him until his mouth latches to her collarbone and sucks. His lips curve into a smirk as he suckles and laves her before trailing kisses down her chest to her cleavage, tracing her skin until her clothing prohibits further explorations.
"Newt," she moans, and his answering gasp is very loud in the thick, still air of the room. "Newt, please..."
"Yes, Tina," he purrs, and stops teasing long enough to free her remaining buttons. She voices a relieved sigh when the top half of her pajamas open, and Newt sinks to his knees to press kisses into the soft, pale flesh of her stomach and the dip of her waist. Tina shrugs her shoulders when Newt tugs the fabric and it falls away to pool around her hips, calloused hands roughly shoving it aside as he outlines her contours with his tongue.
The belt at her waist prevents him from dipping any lower, and he growls deep in his throat while fumbling the knot apart. It eventually concedes, and he tugs it loose as Tina hums and sinks her fingers into his mussed hair. It's only a matter of a few more buttons, which he dispatches quickly and efficiently, before tugging her nightclothes down and off, brushing her strong, shapely calves as she kicks aside the rumpled fabric.
Newt inhales shakily while pressing his mouth to her skin, reaching up to palm her breasts as he catches her eyes from his prone position. She smiles down at him tenderly as he touches her until he breaks eye contact to dip his tongue into her navel before dragging it lower, over the slight curve of her belly to brush against the tight curls nestled between her thighs. She makes an approving sound when he drops onto his haunches and runs his fingers over her mound, only to trill questioningly when he stands and embraces her.
"Bed," he growls into her mouth and steps deliberately forward to urge her back. She goes willingly, sinking down onto the mattress when the back of her legs finds it. He follows, their lips sealed together as he goes to his knees and uses gentle, leading touches to propel her up the bed. She props herself against the pillow as he moves his mouth down her throat and chest to latch onto a pebbly nipple, ringing it with his teeth before moving on to the other one, before tonguing her cleavage. Panting, Tina uses her hold on his head to urge him downwards, and he goes with a hungry sound of assent.
Newt exhales roughly over her molten core when he finally sinks between her thighs, and she makes a low, garbled sound of encouragement while her calves hook around his shoulders to urge him forward. Newt chuckles, voicing a gravelly, "Eager, are we?" before brushing her with slim fingers, teasing her damp curls while dipping his head and breathing in her scent.
Tina mewls his name as her head falls back, and he stops teasing to part her dew-lapped, swollen outer lips. He brushes her hidden folds as the pad of his thumb circles her engorged clit. She chokes and quivers as he swirls thoughtfully around it, before curling his wrist to press two fingers into her heat. Tina drapes her thigh over his shoulder as he sinks lower, and she moans long and low when he removes his thumb to replace it with his strong, velvety tongue.
Newt laps at her hungrily, running the flat of his tongue over her swollen bud before swirling around it to end with a lavish flick. Tina jolts when he does it again before falling into a rhythm that sees her drawing closer to the edge, only for him to break off contact to kiss her thigh or mound before dipping his tongue to drag against her opening, running concurrently to his fingers. She whines and clenches with every delayed release, tugging his hair and sinking her nails into his scalp until her body is wound tense and hard, coiled like a spring as she hovers on the brink.
He finally forgoes lapping her trembling cleft for sucking her clit into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue. She keens as she edges toward the cusp once more, and Newt crooks the fingers buried within her and groans deep in his throat. The vibrations ping through her until she's trembling and precariously on edge. Newt seals his lips around her and increases his suction, swirling his tongue hotly before dragging it alongside her swollen hood with a heated sound.
Tina's orgasm swells from someplace deep and primal, her thighs clenching around his head as her hips twitch away from his lusty mouth. He follows them with a greedy sound. His strong arms held her in place as she quivers frantically against him, crying out his name when she, at last, succumbs to release, until his tongue relents and she collapses against the mattress with a low cry. She pants through recovery, only to gasp in pleasant disbelief when he resumes pulling at her, lapping thoughtfully at her center while humming his pleasure.
Newt eventually drags his mouth away from her ravaged core, her slickness painting over her thigh when he kisses it before lifting his head. "Was that alright?" he inquires softly, and she huffs a disbelieving laugh. She grins down at him as her limbs tingle, enjoying an almost feline contentment, and his unfocused eyes shine up at her when he moves. He climbs over her slowly while wiping his damp face on his shirtsleeve, before kissing her lingeringly until she recovers her breath.
He leans back as she props herself on her elbows to regard him. Tina touches his cheek and chin before dragging a finger down his throat to his chest, where it's stopped by the row of buttons on his shirt. "You're wearing too many clothes, and they should come off," she whispers, and he kisses her wrist while lowering his gaze.
"We don't have to do anything else," Newt murmurs gently. "I'm happy with sleeping if you're satisfied.
"I'm not," Tina informs him boldly, and squeezes his wrist reassuringly when he looks at her with wide eyes. She nods with a smile before touching his shoulders lightly. "If you don't mind, I'm going to strip you now. Then, maybe we can see if I can make you feel as good as you just made me."
The fork of his trousers is uncomfortably tight, and Newt can still taste her on his lips and tongue. His eyes linger lovingly on her flushed cheeks and ripe breasts, dipping down to the slick Eden between her legs before returning to her face. He moistens his lips, suddenly nervous, and captures her eyes to speak truthfully. "I don't mind."
Tina's smile is broad and triumphant and welcoming when her steady, fine-boned hands rise to the collar of his shirt.
Tina had been unable to truly cherish his skin the first time they'd been intimate. Now, she takes her time as she removes his bow-tie and releases the closure at his throat. She peels open his shirt to lave each newly-exposed inch of mottled skin with her mouth and tongue, lingering over each imperfection. The evocative and symbolic nature of stripping away his layers isn't lost on her; with each loosened button he becomes more liberated in his affections, less restrained.
She gently tilts his head back to worship the juncture of his neck and shoulder with her mouth, relishing in his sighs and cutoff moans as she sucks, bites and nibbles until his chest heaves. She recalls his struggle of last time with faint amusement and so loosens his cuffs before peeling him out of his shirt. It lands in a forgotten heap as she kisses the strong line of his shoulder before trailing her mouth down his arm, tonguing the swell of his bicep and the intriguing map of scars, kissing his strong wrist before tracking up and over to his other arm. Newt gasps roughly when she kisses the tips of his fingers before easing two of them into her mouth—the same two he'd used on her. Her musty essence coats her tongue while Newt growls, the sound low and animal and deep.
"Tina," he rasps, and she hums teasingly before releasing his digits with a wet sound. She rises up sinuously to kiss him and he clutches at her, pulling her against the wall of his chest as he chases her flavor around her mouth until she draws back to nibble his bottom lip. Her hands brush over his chest and shoulders before dropping to his stomach, fingering the gentle hillocks of muscle and tracing his rough scars as she smirks coyly.
"Lie down for me," she urges, and he hastens to comply. Newt smiles faintly toward the ceiling when she drags her fingernail along the edge of his trousers while nipping at the muscular plane of his stomach. Tina listens to his gasps with satisfaction as she trails her mouth along his side to kiss his chest and lick his flat nipples, dipping her tongue into his suprasternal notch—where his personal scent is thick and heady, and she breathes it in deeply—before dragging it the length of his torso to his navel. The wool of his trousers starts just there, and she hesitates a moment before ghosting over his fly to where he throbs steadily, blazing a trail of kisses down his length and exhaling hotly.
Newt jerks with a throaty groan when he lifts his head to watch her through wide, glazed eyes, both hands fisted into the blanket. Tina angles her head to smile at him approvingly as her steady hands go to the placket of his trousers. She wastes no time in loosening his fastenings, paring back the waist to expose his underwear. He lifts his narrow hips to assist her in shucking everything off in one tug, to be tossed unceremoniously over the side of the bed.
Tina kisses her way back up his body, tracing his strong shin, calves, and thighs and nibbling at the bony ridge of his hip before moving toward his center. Her hands eventually come up to touch him, encircling his velvety length before she lifts her head to take it in, examining him critically in the low light. There's more of him here than she would have expected, thick from root to tip and throbbing gently. A closer look reveals that it's as blemished as the rest of his skin, including a thicker smattering of freckles at the base where short, coppery hairs grow.
Intrigued, she strokes him tentatively while observing the play of loose skin over his shaft, drinking in the choked sounds he makes. Newt's hand rises from the mattress to gently touch her shoulder, and Tina hums while glancing at him lovingly. His eyes are closed, lips parted while he carefully measures his breathing. Curious, she runs out her tongue to taste the cluster of imperfections, and he moans beautifully before cracking open hazy eyes.
Tina catches his gaze as she tastes him, breathing in his scent when she leans close to kiss his length before connecting his freckles with her tongue. Newt rocks his head back with a groan, and his throat works as she laves his length before kissing the tip and gently easing it into her mouth. His hand is a damp weight when he cards his fingers through her hair erratically, her name on his lips as she takes him in deeper, swirling around the head before applying a bit of suction. Tension seeps into his frame when he groans again, muscles trembling as he restrains the urge to buck into her.
His length has a slight curve that proves an impediment to deeper explorations so she rotates on the mattress, pointing her flank toward his head so she can take him in further. She's cognizant of her teeth as she eases another inch into her mouth, and he produces a pleased hum just as his hand lands on her hip. Tina cranes his head to see his eyes darting between her face and the heart-shaped maw of her quim, nestled between her closed thighs and enticing in its dampness. Slow heat pulses through her to pool in her lower belly at his lascivious gaze, and she wiggles her rear-end invitingly before closing her eyes and drinking him in as deep as her throat will allow.
Newt chokes, but his hand is wondrously sure as he strokes her hip and thigh before brushing his fingers over her damp mound. He finds her clit easily, and she moans when he pinches the hood before stroking it gently, trailing away every few seconds to dip his fingers between her folds. She bobs her head experimentally before falling into an easy rhythm, which Newt mirrors between her legs, occasionally withdrawing his fingers to lick them clean until his hand finds her shoulder and squeezes.
Tina turns her head just enough to see his face, and he raises an eyebrow until she frees him from her mouth, stroking his damp shaft as she watches him inquiringly. He moistens his lips before speaking, his voice low and rich with desire. "I need you to move over," he murmurs, and gently tugs on her hip. "I want to taste you." She sighs agreeably as he guides her until she catches on to what he's thinking and swings a leg over his shoulders, lining her knees up beside his neck as he sighs happily and repositions the pillows.
"That's it," he whispers and wraps his arms around her thighs while gently tugging her down. She stops just short of his chin and Newt hums before flashing an endearingly crooked smile. "There's no refined way to put this, Tina," he says, and the amusement in his voice is unmistakable, "but you're going to have to sit on my face for this to work." She huffs out a breathless series of giggles but does as he instructs, allowing him to ease her lower until she alights against him and he lifts his chin to bury his face between her thighs, unerringly finding her clit with his clever tongue and turning her laughter into a long, slow moan.
Tina rests her head on his thigh as his tongue plunders her, momentarily distracted by the heat coursing through her veins. She mewls when his tongue pokes into her to sample the evidence of her previous release until he taps her shoulder and hums questioningly into her folds. Tina smiles to herself while leaning forward, and while it takes a few moments of awkward fumbling to find the angle, before long she's guiding him into her mouth, bobbing her head and collapsing her cheeks for suction while swirling her tongue around his head to hear him groan. His vocalizations tingle through her, sparking against raw nerves until she moans her satisfaction, and he restrains himself to tremors while they create a pleasurable feedback loop.
This goes on until her thighs begin to quake with the precursors of climax. Tina frees him from her mouth to stroke him with a shaky hand as she presses her forehead into his thigh, breathing deeply as he licks and suckles her closer to the edge. He makes a bereft sound when she stops stroking him, until she tenses and pulls away from his mouth. Newt lets her go and watches as she turns to straddle his stomach and lean over his chest. His mouth is shiny with her fluids, which she wipes away tenderly before kissing him.
"You were close," he murmurs when she pulls back and searches her face questioningly. "Why did you stop?"
"Because I wanted you inside me when I...you know," she replies shyly, and he makes an approving sound while squeezing her hip.
"Like this?" he asks hopefully, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, lips kiss-swollen and damp. Tina nods breathlessly. Newt purrs as she wriggles back and over him, bracing herself on his chest as he guides her until they're lined up properly and she sinks onto him with a groan. She exhales raggedly as she stretches around him, adjusting to the invasion while one of his hands cups her breast, the other notched into her waist. Tina waits until they're both breathless and aching with anticipation, breathing in sync as their eyes lock before leaning forward to hold his shoulder and, emboldened by his torrid gaze, begins to move.
She touches his sun-kissed cheek and jaw as she rocks against him, impaling herself before rolling her hips indulgently. She catalogs his expression as she picks up her pace in increments, a thin film of sweat coating her skin as his mouth falls open, his eyes impossibly dark and predatory with desire as they focus on her. A flush takes his chest when she squeezes him experimentally until he groans and lifts both hands to press her face between them. She turns her head to capture two of his fingers, sucking them in time with her thrusts, and he voices her name on a ragged moan.
Tina leans back without warning, thrusting her ripe breasts into the air as she reclines on her outstretched arms. She shifts to plant her feet into the mattress, which allows her to experience the entirety of his length. Splayed and gargoyle-limbed, heat, friction, and pressure build beneath her navel until she cries out on every third or fourth drop. Newt surges upright without warning, wrapping his arms around her hips and yanking her down onto him.
"Not yet," he growls through his teeth and hisses when he closes his eyes and presses his cheek to her breast. Tina pets his head soothingly as he pants into her skin until he hides his face in her cleavage before pressing his mouth to hers. They kiss softly as his hips twitch and small sparks of pleasure skitter through them. He folds his legs beneath her and leans back onto his arms to mirror her posture. Tina leans forward to embrace his shoulders, and he nuzzles his face into her neck before rocking up and into her.
Newt nudges against a hungry, deeply pleasant spot with each thrust, and before long Tina's jaw unhinges to allow small gasps and iterations of his name to spill out. Her whole being tightens around him, fingernails digging into his skin as she closes her eyes and spirals inwards. Newt rests his weight on one arm so the other can touch her, rough callouses trailing goosebumps as they rasp over her skin before he pinches her nipple and cradles her throat. He kisses and nibbles her neck and shoulders before slanting his mouth just below her ear, whispering endearments and encouragements until he falls into a breathy refrain of her name.
Tina chokes as gratification sweeps her, her release a series of gentle pulses that chase through her until she slumps against him with a sigh. Newt moans as she quivers around him, and she feels him shaking with restraint when she comes back to full awareness, the cant of his hips short and stilted as he clenches his jaw. His eyes are frantic when she meets them and, recalling their first time, understanding fills her.
"It's okay," she whispers while touching his mouth. "You can...stay. If you want to, I mean." His eyes widen when he goes still, and she kisses his lips until he whines and his hands fall to her hips.
"Do you mind if we switch?" he asks raggedly. Tina has barely finished indicating her consent before he flips them, growling possessively as he presses her into the mattress and urges her thighs apart. His eyes are predatory when he guides her legs around his waist, and she crosses them over the small of his back as he plants his palms into the mattress and moves, his renewed thrusts deep and powerful as he chases his crescendo.
The sound of skin-on-skin fills the air, alongside his deep pants and low moans. Tina moans encouragingly and winds herself around him to touch every bit of skin she can reach. Newt drops to his left elbow, his right hand rising to cup her jaw and throat as he kisses her hard enough to bruise. Tina murmurs and rakes her fingernails over his back to urge him along until he trembles violently and buries his face in her hair.
"It's okay," she breathes into his skin as she strokes it, feeling his rhythm begin to stutter and splinter apart. "It's all right, Newt. I love you. Please let go."
His mouth falls open with a humid cry and Tina smiles triumphantly when he shudders, his hips snapping forward when he finds his end. His fingers tighten when he twitches where they are joined, a splash of warmth signifying his release as he gasps her name. Tremors chase through him when he comes back down. He exhales hard before sagging into her, and Tina makes soothing sounds, carding her fingers through his tangled hair until he pushes himself up to look at her lovingly.
"My Tina," Newt breathes before slanting their mouths together. She hums against his lips until he pulls back, gauging her expression before pushing the tangled storm-cloud of her hair away from her face. She grins up at him and he mirrors it until he shifts slightly. His softened length slithers out of her and they share a grimace before dissolving into giggles.
"That's a fine mess we've made," he murmurs and climbs to his knees while peering at the floor. He bends to retrieve his wand and a quick Tergeo takes care of their combined fluids. Tina sits up and wraps her arms around her knees while watching him, and he tilts his head questioningly before laying back on the pillow and opening his arms. She clamors to him eagerly, laying on his chest as he folds her into his embrace.
"That's better," she sighs happily and tilts her chin to kiss his chest. "I'm so relieved you're here. I missed you, Newt. Very much."
He inhales slowly, his arms tightening as his expression grows serious. "I missed you, too. I found being away from you...very difficult. Especially now." He touches the ring on her third finger and smiles faintly. "And you should know that, if anything comes of what we just did...well. I'd be more than happy to move up the wedding date, supposing that is your wish."
Tina hums thoughtfully and closes her eyes on a long exhale. "We'll see. For now, I just want to sleep, if that's alright. It's been a long week, and while I'm very glad you're home, I'd rather enjoy you when I'm not exhausted." She yawns broadly to punctuate the statement, and he chuckles while pulling the blankets around them both.
"Of course," he says in a silky voice. "I'm glad to be home, with you." He pauses, a loaded silence, and Tina blinks open her eyes as he breathes carefully. Then, very low in her ear: "I heard what you said, just before I...and I know you realize that I am very poor with words and just as bad at expressing emotions, but—Tina, I love you. More than I could ever hope to say."
His arms tighten around her convulsively and she stoically blinks away happy tears with the realization that knowing and hearing are two separate but equally remarkable things. "How could I not?" He goes on. "You tolerate me and welcome me, and my life is so much fuller for it." He moves his hand to spread possessively over her stomach, just beneath her navel and swallows wetly. "And if we should be blessed with a child so soon, then I shall be the happiest, most fulfilled man on earth because I'd have you both and I truly never expected either."
Tina breathes a shaky sigh and tilts her head to find his bright eyes shining down on her. "You sure know how to make a girl feel wanted," she warbles, and he smiles radiantly before pulling her into a proper hug. She breathes deeply of his scent, sweat and wool and grass, and closes her eyes as they meld together.
"As you should," he whispers eventually, "since that's how you make me feel."
Newt smiles around a yawn, and Tina lovingly traces his profile as sleep rises to claim him, his features gradually relaxing when his breathing deepens and evens out. She closes her eyes, feeling his warmth and the steady beat of the heart that is the companion to her own against her cheek, and these things follow her into sleep.