They wed in June, beneath a clear, blue stretch of sky.
Tina insists on a canopy and veil, which Newt is happy to oblige. He requests a white gown for her and blue suit for himself, and she is only too happy to make that happen.
They exchange vows to the music of the crashing waves. Their hands are steady as they push on their new rings before Newt gathers her close for the ceremonial kiss. There, Tina can feel the tremble in his wiry frame, his eyes overflowing when he beams down at her.
She smiles while thumbing away his tears until he ducks his head to kiss her fingers.
"I love you," he whispers. She repeats it back, and they share a second, more chaste embrace as the wind pulls at their hair before parting with matching smiles.
Newt closes the ceremony by stepping on a glass before accepting the felicitations of Jacob, Theseus, and Queenie with all the grace he can muster, blushing to the roots of his hair while frantically trying to divert their attention to his wife.
Tina is radiant in her wedding gown, an understated white sheath draped in lace. Her willowy arms are bare and nearly as fair as the fabric of her dress. She ties herself to him with a natural face and her hair loose, precisely as he loves her. This doesn't stop him from braiding flowers into her hair after the vows are said, and he can't seem to help but reach out and touch them, touch her in ecstatic disbelief as their party enjoys a simple meal.
They eat right there on the pebbles of their beach. Tina sits with her flowers laid beside her as they nibble strawberries soaked in champagne, small, sour pickles, and hard cheeses. There's stout English beer with the main course, and fish n' chips from their preferred vendor, sprinkled generously with vinegar and salt.
Jacob and Queenie supply the cake, and the newlyweds decided to forgo the ceremonial cake-smash in favor of gently feeding each other.
The sun is on its western path when their guests decide to leave. There's no awkwardly lingering goodbyes, no innuendo. Just a sweet parting, an admonishment to enjoy their week off, and smiles all around.
Then they are gone, and Newt and Tina are wonderfully alone.
He moves to stand behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist as their fingers weave together. "Are you happy, darling?" he asks while pushing her hair aside. She shivers when he plants a kiss at the nape of her neck before wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I am," she breathes and smiles as the wind tugs at her hair. "But I'd be happier if you took me home."
She feels his lips curl into a small, secret smile before he Disapparates them away.
Their bedroom smells like the sea.
Tina strips the stems of her bouquet to sprinkle the petals over their bed as Newt moves behind her. He plucks the flowers from her hair before loosening her gown to pool around her feet. She steps out of it and allows him to remove her undergarments before focusing on his suit. Jacket, waistcoat, bowtie all succumb to her gentle fingers until they stand with nothing between them.
She had been worried about her new scars, but he presses dry lips to each of them in their turn, breathing benedictions into her skin until she gasps and pleads with him. He whispers soothing words while sinking between her thighs, teasing her until she arches and gasps his name.
He's smiling when she comes back down, pressing kisses into her skin while urging her legs around his waist. Tina runs her fingers through his chaotic hair, breathing I love you, I love you, over and over until he slips deliciously inside her.
Once there, they take a moment to breathe, to feel the weight of this new paradigm before moving, as one, in a dance as old as time.
Newt encourages her to a gentle but intense orgasm, his mouth slanted against her ear to breathe adorations before following after. They lay tangled in the aftermath, sweat-slicked skin cooling in the sea breeze as they lay plans for their future, both immediate and distant.
He asks her idly about the names she picked for their future children. She tells him and doesn't miss the way his eyes brighten as she gives each of those nebulous entities a name.
"We could make it happen," he purrs while rocking his hips suggestively. "Get started right away, if you'd like."
She reaches down to touch where he is soft, wrapping him in her fingers to make him hard. "We could," she says with a coy smirk, "if you're up for the challenge."
He levels an eyebrow while nuzzling her cheek. "With you? Always."
"Oh, that's good," she whispers as her fingers burrow into his hair. "That's very good."
"I thought you'd like that," Newt murmurs. Then he raises his head, expression suddenly serious. "I love you, Tina. I've always loved you. I never intended for you to doubt it."
She reaches out to touch his cheek, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. "I never questioned it," she admits, "though I'm not sure what brought this on now." Her mouth softens. "I know you do, and I love you too."
She slips lower in the sheets until they are lined up and her breasts are pressed into his chest. He watches her, eyes filled with awe and love and simple wonder, all for her.
"Newt. If you love me, then please show me," she implores against his mouth until he breaks away with a soft whine.
"I do," he breathes. "Oh, Tina, I do."
So he does.
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