Tina is awoken by a clatter and opens her eyes to the sight of a sleep-messy head protruding from a familiar brown leather case. Pickett is tangled in his hair, as is his norm, and he chirps a greeting when Tina squints at them. Newt swivels and climbs out, wiping his hands on a cloth and tossing it down the ladder before wandering toward the en-suite bathroom. She hears the water run, hears him wash his hands, and watches him return.
He's wearing only his trousers, held up by his plain brown braces, and socks. Tina takes a long moment to admire the view: the sun behind him turns his hair into a coppery halo and highlights the bronze freckles against his skin. Even his scars are beautiful like this, glowing mellow silver in the light, and his skin rides and flexes smoothly over the sheath of muscle covering him.
Tina swallows against sudden longing and presses her fingers into the light bruises he'd left on her thighs the night before, unintentional love-bites that bother her far less than they probably should. She pushes the covers back and stands boldly, reveling in her nudity the way her new husband seems to, and stretches. Her breasts thrust up defiantly when she raises her arms over her head, and Newt stares openly when the morning light catches on the dusty pink of her nipples, turning her fair skin into Moonstone.
Newt drifts across the room and kisses her while cupping her breasts, possessive fingers tweaking the peak of her nipples. She breathes into his mouth and deepens the kiss, slanting their lips together and drinking from his tongue. Tina's nipples tingle as his palms cover them and he squeezes her until she gasps, breaking away to find him regarding her through glazed eyes.
"Tonight," she promises, feeling the new longing in her body, her firm resolve and knowing it to be true. He kisses her hard enough for his stubble to burn her mouth before stepping back and calming Pickett, who is chattering in alarm. Tina unashamedly strides into the bathroom and doesn't miss the appreciative way his eyes follow her.
He's almost entirely dressed when she returns from her morning ablutions, his waistcoat hanging loosely off him while he laces his boots. "Breakfast," he explains, setting his twiggy companion into his usual pocket and leaning in for a peck while buttoning his clothes. "Then maybe we'll have a walk-about. It's a beautiful day."
Tina bids him a fond farewell and decides to use her unexpected free time to take a bath. It's a luxury, arguably a waste, but she intends on knowing her husband this night and so figures that cleanliness cannot be a bad thing.
Washing causes a warmth that has nothing to do with the temperature of the water to infuse her. Sighing, she pushes her thoughts to safer subjects and cleanses herself with mindless efficiency, wrapping a towel around her hair before exiting the tub.
Newt returns just as she's tucking her blouse into her trousers, bearing a parcel of bagels spread thick with tangy cream cheese and topped with cured salmon. Newt fussily picks the fish off and Tina eats it with relish, stomach gurgling happily as she consumes two bagels and washes them down with coffee. They place a stasis charm on the leftovers, intending to eat them for breakfast the next day. Newt and Tina take turns brushing their teeth, then there's nothing left for it but to venture out as a married couple for the first time.
Newt carefully locks the door behind them before stashing the key in one of the multitudes of pockets in his coat. They hold hands as they cross the lobby, and stepping out into the sunshine is rather anticlimactic. There's no confetti or fanfare, nothing to indicate that the world at large knows of the profound shift in their lives—but they still share a smile and tighten their grip on the other and head out with no particular destination in mind.
They wander and chat, seeing the world through lovers eyes until they wind up at the twin lion statues of the New York Public Library. Newt hoists a questioning brow and inclines his head; Tina nods and leads the way to the wizarding section, where they spend a companionable few hours researching various species (him) and protective spells (her). Then Tina's stomach disrupts the silence, once again announcing it's empty status, and the two are forced to cast discreet privacy charms to cover their giggles.
Her Newt knows what she likes, and so Disapparates them to Lombardi's. He orders her a massive slice of pizza, gooey with cheese and meatballs. Tina consumes half before he even sees her open her mouth, and he snorts while taking small bites of his mushroom pie. They clean up with his hankie before Newt breaks their crusts into pieces and feeds it to the waiting pigeons. Then it's once again into an alley, his arm curled possessively around her.
"Are you going to let me choose anything today?" Tina asks wryly, and Newt carefully kisses her lips. He appears to think about it for a moment before smiling—the warm, toothy grin he only allows her to see.
"No," he decides, his finger brushing the tip of her nose before he sweeps them away.
They wind up at Kowalski's, where Newt had gone earlier to procured the bagels. The bell rings over the door. Jacob greets them with typical enthusiasm before setting a lackey to watch the front of the store and sweeping them into the back room. He leads them to a dark, cool corner, where a small platter rests beneath a soft cloth, and his brown eyes twinkle with glee.
"Newt, ya gotta let me have some more of those strawberries, guy!" he enthuses, clasping Newt on the shoulder. "The turnovers I made with them are magical!"
Newt ducks his head, hiding a pleased smile. "I'll make sure to keep them in the garden, Jacob. Every time I have a fresh batch, I'll see that you get your share. How did the order come out?"
"Fine, fine." Jacob flips the cloth with a flourish to reveal unusually large strawberries wearing a coat of chocolate. Newt looks at Tina carefully as she clasps her hands and leans forward in delight. The two men share a wink over her head as she enthuses over the treat.
"Jacob, these are the bee's knees! They look so good. How much to buy one?" She starts to reach for her No-Maj money and Newt halts her by the simple expediency of embracing her from behind.
"They're all for you, love," he explains, his breath warm as he presses his mouth to her ear. "I commissioned them this morning and Jacob was good enough to expedite the order. I thought you'd like a treat." He kisses her cheek and lets her go. Tina turns to hug him properly before clasping Jacob's hand. The larger man beams and turns pleasantly pink before wrapping their goods and ushering them out of the shop.
"Enjoy your honeymoon, yous two!" Jacob shouts after them, and they share an amused look before joining hands and skipping away. Their feet bring them back to the hotel, and the trip in the lift goes by in a flash. They spend the duration of the ride up tangled together, kissing and murmuring in each other's ear, until leaping apart at the formidable glare of an awaiting old maid.
Newt and Tina blush while edging past her, bursting into delirious laughter once she's out of sight. She's laughing too hard to get the door so Newt manages it, and her delirious momentum propels her into his arms, where he embraces her with feeling. He kisses the laughter right out of her until she whines and presses close, and he breaks their kiss to speak into the column of her neck.
"So impatient," he murmurs when she whines against him, and he steps back to help her out of her jacket. "Tonight," he promises with both his voice and eyes and Tina shivers. "Tonight," he repeats, and his hands brush over her shoulders, her arms, before boldly cupping her rear end and pulling her close.
"But first—strawberries," she declares, and he agrees and leads her to the couch.
Tina winds up sprawled against him, head in his lap as he feeds her strawberries and small sips of champagne. She playfully nips his fingers when the urge takes her, just to watch the skin around his eyes tighten momentarily, and sucks the chocolate off his thumb when he holds one of the treats for too long. He makes a soft sound at that, eyes darkening, and Tina braves a saucy wink. He smirks while reaching down to cup the soft flesh of her breast through her blouse, her nipple going instantly hard, and smiles smugly when he strokes her into a gasping puddle before standing abruptly.
"It's time to settle the creatures down for the evening, I think," he explains, eyes impish above his flushed cheeks, and Tina just gapes at him until her mind catches up.
"Oh. Um. Alright." Tina stands on wobbly legs and Newt, ever the gentleman, helps her climb down into the case.
They reemerge sometime later to a dark room, the sun having set an hour ago. Newt uses his wand to light the space while Tina closes the curtains. She eats a bagel and drapes herself over the couch with a relieved sound. Newt sits next to her and rubs her calves and feet. "I'm not used to all that labor," she grumbles, only to moan liquidly when his thumb presses into the ball of her foot, soothing the ache there.
"I can help," he promises, and he does. Strong hands rub and squeeze the ache out of her legs until Tina is relaxed and slumped face down into the cushions. His hands work up over her thighs and knead the cheeks of her bottom, and Tina makes another soft sound—of pleasure, this time. Newt drags his hands further up, kneading the muscles in her back and shoulders until she sighs happily and rolls over.
His hands hover uncertainly until she encircles his wrists and guides them to the buttons of her blouse. "Take it off," she murmurs, and he wastes no time unhooking her buttons before pulling the thin fabric from her slacks. She lifts her shoulders and he works the shirt off, laying it on the back of the couch while bending to nip at the edge of her corselet. "I've been thinking about this all day," she admits when he lavishes her through the thin fabric of her camisole, and Newt sits up to take in the full measure of her.
"So have I," he confesses. He wipes his mouth self-consciously before reaching for the button of her slacks. His eyes seek permission and she nods, a little breathlessly, before allowing him to loosen her pants and peel them off her legs. They join her blouse with a little less care and a little more haste, and Tina smiles and pulls him close.
"Kiss me."
Newt'is mouth finds hers at the same time her hands go to his waistcoat, pulling it off before tugging his shirt from his trousers so she can slip her hands beneath the fabric and over his stomach, his back, and the wall of his chest. Tina arches against him and his gasp goes straight to her center. Newt presses his face into her neck while Tina's fingers find and tangle in his hair.
Newt returns his mouth to hers while he sheds his shirt. He grunts irritably when his bound wrists impede his momentum until he yanks hard and sends his cufflinks flying. They ping off the small table but neither of them notices, too intent on kissing the air from each other's lungs. Tina arches when he nibbles her neck and scrabbles at the strings of her corselet, desperate for skin-to-skin contact.
"Help me with this," she gasps, and he brushes her hands aside before bending and taking a cord between his teeth. He jerks his head to loosen it and Tina moans, limbs tingling. He catches her eye long enough to see that his gaze is molten, before returning his focus to her laces and loosening them. Her corselet and camisole join the growing pile on the floor while Tina's nipples harden to sharp points, tightened by the chill in the air and his diligent attention.
Newt's mouth covers her left breast while his hand drapes over her right. Tina dissolves into bliss as his mouth works her breasts and skin until she's tightly wound and panting, the heat pooling in her center forcing her to clench her thighs together rhythmically.
Newt trails wet kisses down her sternum and over her navel until he's lipping the furthest edge of her mound. He covers her with one broad hand and Tina twitches into it, seeking friction. He slips his middle finger between the swollen outer lips of her quim, finding her slick and hot, and they gulp together when this thumb brushes against the bundle of nerves nestled just beneath her mound.
Tina's hip roll into his hand without thought, driven by primal instinct when he laves his tongue over her inner thigh before nudging his face against her core. Tina gasps and allows her legs to sprawl indecently. Newt pushes his mouth into her, tongue unerringly finding and working her most sensitive spots. He licks and strokes until her thighs are tight and hard and clenched against his head. Then two fingers slide into her and Tina's head falls back with a cry. His voice sounds and pulses through her, tingling to the tips of her fingers.
"Tina, do you think you're ready?" He crooks his fingers while pulling his mouth from her, and Tina chokes. She exhales her pleasure when he adds a third, the stretch a minor thing compared to the pleasant pressure it creates, and he rumbles a laugh when she tugs his hair and rocks her hips against his hand. She forces herself to go still, eyes wide on the ceiling as she consults all parts of her being. They decide, in tandem, yes.
"Come here," she murmurs, tugging his wrists, and he needs no further encouragement to scramble over her. He kisses her deeply while she fumbles with his trousers, before shoving them and his underwear down far enough to free him from confinement. Tina grasps and strokes when he kisses her until he has to pull away, choked breaths loud in the silence of the room. Newt pushes his trousers off and kicks them away, and Tina uses her strong legs to draw him close. He settles between her thighs and part of his weight rests on her.
"Yes, like that," she breathes, welcoming the slight crush, and he gasps while working a hand between them. They watch together as he lines them up, sharing a tremble when he closes his eyes and breathes deep in a desperate bid for control. His shaking hand touches her gently before he replaces his fingers with something else entirely, something warmer and far more primitive. His breath catches when he nudges forward, just enough for her to get a sense of his girth and to adjust to it. He pauses, holding himself on the cusp of penetration, and shudders violently against her.
Tina squeezes his biceps and takes measured breaths. She seeks out his gaze to find his eyes bordering on frantic, a sea of black edged in precious gold. "Do it," she encourages, and he screws his eyes shut. "Make us both feel good."
He tightens his jaw and his hand drops to brace against her thigh—then he snaps his hips forward with bared teeth, one quick thrust intended to rend her completely.
Tina cries out while Newt goes perfectly still, eyes pinched closed and jaw locked. Tina feels the tremors that chase through him, starting where she is pleasantly full and radiating outward. She relaxes her tense muscles with a conscious effort, pleased to note a distinct lack of discomfort where they are joined, before reaching up to take his face in her hands. "Come here," she says again, just as she had a few minutes earlier, and he exhales raggedly before lowering himself to her chest.
She embraces his head entirely and drops kisses into his messy hair, feeling him relax and loosen above her. "It didn't hurt at all," she reassures him, speaking only the truth, and she feels him blink his eyes open against her skin. He swallows while lifting his head, looking at her hazily before claiming her mouth in a kiss rife of ownership. He shifts experimentally where they are connected and gasps, pupils blown wide when he presses his face into her shoulder.
Tina moves her legs so they buttress his hips, one hand drifting down to squeeze his ass while the other tangles into his hair. She scratches at his scalp and twitches beneath him, and Newt tucks one hand under her to lift her hips while the other presses into her crown.
He locks their gazes when he finally, finally withdraws, just a little, before sinking back in, groaning when she grips him tightly. His eyes widen when he repeats the gesture, drawing back a bit further and sinking deeper until he establishes a rhythm that reminds her of waves lapping at the shore, round and deep and elemental. He sighs raggedly and settles his cheek against hers, hand kneading her scalp as they rock together.
"Tina," he pants, voice thrumming with pleasure, and his hand presses into her chest. Tina copies the gesture, feeling his heart hammer beneath her palm. Newt props himself on his elbows to taste her jaw, then dips his head to engulf a nipple while his hips roll against her. Tina gasps and shivers and curls her fingers into his skin. He tracks her reactions before altering the pace, switching to shorter, harder movements. Tina whines in her throat as heat builds in her center.
Newt bares his teeth to nip the shelf of her jaw; he lowers his head to run his tongue along her throat. "I've wanted you for so long," he purrs, and Tina squeezes her eyes shut. "I do love you," he breathes against the shell of her ear, and she has a bare moment to marvel at the romance that fuels his heart, a direct contrast to the unrestrained beast in his soul before molten heat engulfs her. She surrenders to it with a cry, only peripherally aware of Newt's punctured gasps as he dissolves into shudders before going still. He sags into her and she strokes his slick back as they regroup, breathing heavily and sharing sated kisses.
Tina eventually pushes his hair away from his face and sweeps her mouth across his sweaty forehead when he shivers against her, mouth agape. "You're trembling," she murmurs worriedly, and he summons a weak smile.
"I'll be alright," he promises hoarsely before kissing her. "That was, uh." She watches him search for the right words while he licks his lips, before kissing her once more. "You were magnificent, Tina. Did I...are you hurt?"
Tina shakes her head and gives him a smile of her own. "No. I'm perfect, Newt."
"Oh, you are," he agrees. He winces as he withdraws from her, and Tina is left feeling strangely bereft. He rocks back onto his haunches to allow her to straighten her legs, which she does—and grimaces when the movement causes his seed to dribble out of her. "Sorry," he mutters as he wipes away the mess, refusing to meet her eye. "That's been, um—building up for a while."
Tina slaps both hands over her mouth to hold in a gust of shocked laughter while Newt's eyes widen in shock. Then they're clutching each other as they howl their mirth.
He finally wipes his streaming eyes and hiccups before kissing her, swallowing the trailing end of her giggles. "Will it be this messy every time?" Tina asks, just to watch his face infuse with color, and she smirks when he shakes his head firmly before helping her up.
"I didn't do much, you know," she says later, after they've fetched a drink and reclined together on the bed. He looks at her curiously. "You said I was 'magnificent', but I didn't really do anything. I just sorta lay there."
Newt sets his drink down deliberately. He takes her hand and speaks to her eyes. "You were there, Tina. You were wanted, very much. And you wanted me." His voice cracks on the last syllable and he clears his throat roughly. "Never doubt when I say that you are loved, and you are magnificent." His eyes darken as he looks at her, and a smirk plays around his mouth. "As for laying there, well. You were hardly passive. Besides, you could always take control the next time, and have a more active role."
Tina yelps when he abruptly hauls her into his lap, eyes leisurely roaming over her figure to take in every dimple and curve and expanse of pale, smooth skin. Newt's expression is serious when he looks at her face. She leans forward and kisses him until he pulls away to nibble her collarbone. "Perhaps like this," he muses while running the flat of his tongue over her nipple, and Tina has to squeeze her eyes shut.
"I think we can arrange that," she manages as he samples her, then she turns off her mind and focuses on his mouth, his hands and his body, and lets him love her.