"You are my new pillow."
Newt's voice was the sound of contentment. His eyes were closed, and his head rested on Tina's lap. One of her hands was stroking and playing with his hair (his bird's nest, she called it endearingly). The other he held to his chest, stroking it with his thumb.
Tina chuckled at his observation. They had been sitting like this since Queenie and Jacob had left to go dancing a short time ago. Newt had made the excuse of being tired from his trip here and having a headache, and Tina stayed behind with him (no way was she not spending every moment that she could with Newt after being apart for three months).
Remembering the knowing laughter in Queenie's eyes as she'd said good-bye to them, Tina asked Newt, "So…do you really have a headache? Or were you as in the mood for loud noises, cramped spaces and too many odors as I am?"
Newt smiled, seeming relieved that Tina had figured him out. He opened his eyes, and his blue eyes met her brown ones. "The latter, I'm afraid." His brow furrowed slightly. "Is that alright?"
Tina nodded reassuringly. "Honestly, all I care about is spending time with you, now that you're here. Though it would have been nice to dance with you, this is just as nice a way to…uh…be close to you…"
Her words had faltered and her cheeks had turned pink when Newt's free hand rose to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She took a shaky breath as his fingers then traced her cheek and jaw. She was certainly more comfortable being touched so intimately, but she hoped that the butterflies-in-her-stomach feeling never went away.
"I concur," murmured Newt. "Though, if at some point this evening, you would be willing to take the risk of dancing with me, I will oblige you."
Tina beamed, carefully lowered her head, and kissed his lips. Newt's hand that had been at her cheek wrapped around the back of her neck, ensuring a long and deep kiss for the both of them.
When Tina finally came up for air (red to the roots but grinning), she took out her wand long enough to wave it at the radio across the room, and the device turned on. A soft and mellow jazz tune joined in the crackling of the fire.
"We'll dance when I lose the sensation in my legs," she said, playfully tugging at his hair. "But until then, I'm as comfortable as you seem to be."
"Oh, don't doubt that I am, Tina," he said, kissing her fingers after getting her hand back. Then he closed his eyes again, the poster boy of blissful contentment.