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Chapter 10

A couple of weeks later, he got his official discharge from the healer. Because of Tina's constant monitoring, and not a small amount of nagging, he'd actually stayed in bed and allowed his body to heal. He had finally gotten the healer's permission to go back to full activity.

Night had pushed out the day several hours earlier, and Jacob had already fallen asleep in the downstairs bed. Newt cleaned the sheets on the Murphy bed and made it up perfectly with his wand. He laid a pink rose on the pillow, which he'd asked Jacob to bring home for him after work. Then he stuck a note on the basement door telling Tina he was taking the cot back. He hoped the flower would melt her enough to prevent any arguments.

He had no idea what time it was when a gentle hand shook him awake. He sat up, looking at Tina with worry in front of him.

She put her finger to her lips, silently requesting quiet. Then she took his hand and led him up two flights of stairs to the study. He didn't even grab his robe or slippers, just followed wearing a thin, T-shirt and light cotton pajama pants. The door closed with a tiny click.

Then she crossed the room and picked up the flower. "Thank you for the beautiful rose." She put it to her nose and inhaled deeply, her eyes closing in satisfaction. Then her eyes opened and looked at him pointedly. "But I think you should still sleep here. That cot is not good for your back."

Newt put up his hands. "It's alright. The healer today said I'm fully healed."

Tina's eyes softened. "I'm sorry I couldn't go with you today. Travers is breathing down our necks to find leads on Grindelwald."

"Don't worry. Bunty took me."

Tina's eyes narrowed for just a moment. Then she nodded. "Good. I'm glad someone was with you."

He turned to leave, but she grabbed his wrist.

"Wait. I think we could both fit in this bed." Her voiced seemed unsure of her words.

His gaze met hers, his eyes searching. He saw her nervousness, but also excitement and hopefulness. He didn't respond but let her lead him back to the bed. Sitting down on the edge, every muscle in his body tensed. He didn't know what she expected of him.

She slipped out of her shirt and skirt, only wearing a chemise and slip. She crawled into the bed behind him, stretching out. Her hand lightly touched his back. "Newt, please relax. There is nothing you can do that will be wrong. We could even just sleep next to each other."

Still silent, he slowly, stiffly laid back on the bed beside her. He stared at the ceiling.

"Do you want to just sleep?" Tina asked, her fingertips grazing his arm.

He swallowed, shaking his head.

"Can I kiss you?"

He nodded.

Tina leaned over him, her lips barely touching his. He didn't flinch. She slowly moved her mouth against his, sparking fire within him. His confidence kicked in and, without breaking the kiss, he turned on his side to face her. His hand stroked her cheek, then his fingers glided into her hair.

Her tongue licked his lips, asking for permission to enter, and he granted it. Their tongues slid together, dancing. Her arm encircled his body, her nails grazing his back through his shirt. He moaned at the stimulation, feeling himself harden. Not knowing how a sophisticated woman would react, he attempted to move his hips away from her.

Disliking this action, Tina draped her leg around his hip, pulling him towards her. She gasped as his hardness rubbed against her core.

He jerked away, his eyes down. "I'm sorry, Tina. You deserve a gentleman, and I just can't control myself. You probably want to wait for marriage."

Tina sat up. "You are a gentleman, Newt. More so than any other man I've ever met. And what I want is you. Now. You almost died. I could die on any mission."

"Don't say that," he whispered.

"It's true! Maybe normal people wait for marriage, but not people who are in danger every day. I need something good, and you and I together are good." She paused, licking her lips. Then she gripped his chin, forcing him to look at her. "If we get through this, I promise I will marry you if you ask me."

A huge grin broke out on his face at her proposal. "You promise?"

Her smile matched his. "I do."

He kissed her, hard. She leaned back on the pillow, pulling him partially on top of her. The heat between them grew more intense.

Then she broke the kiss, sitting up. "Lift your arms."

He complied, and she gripped the bottom of his shirt, yanking it off over his head. Her fingertips ran down his chest, sending shivers through his body. Then she quickly shimmied out of her own clothing and laid before him in all her glory.

He gulped. Never before had he seen a creature so beautiful as her. He wanted to touch her, but was mesmerized by the sight of her.

She began to fidget under his gaze. Her fingers curled and uncurled along her thighs. Then her arms shifted over her breasts.

He realized she was becoming self-conscious. "You are perfect, Tina," he reassured her.

She smiled. "Newt? Take off your pants."

He cringed as the blush spread across his face, but he pushed away his fears, and ripped off his pants.

"Kiss me," she directed.

He started with her hand, placing little kisses on the back, flipping it over to the palm, up the wrist, elbow, shoulder, neck and finally her mouth. As her tongue tangled with his, her left hand traced down his arm, took his hand and placed it on her breast.

Being so naïve, he simply caressed her. Then his mind wandered back to the conversation with Jacob a few weeks earlier. Did women really have a button?

He ran his thumb over her nipple, eliciting a low moan from her into his mouth as he continued kissing her. Encouraging. His hand left her breast and drifted across her stomach, brushing against the curls at her center.

She slowly spread her legs to grant him access.

Just running his hand over her outer layers accomplished nothing. He grew bolder, easing a finger deeper. He felt something so rubbed his finger against it.

Tina violently jerked her hips up, crying out.

Both of them froze. Tina's hand clamped over her mouth. They stared at each other for a moment, waiting to see if anyone downstairs had heard them. When nobody stirred, they relaxed, although Tina still had her hand over her mouth.

"Did I hurt you?" Newt asked.

Tina shook her head.

"Do you want me to do it again?"

Tina nodded.

Newt slowly slid his finger between her folds again, finding the right spot. As he rubbed, he watched her body responding. Her breathing picked up, her chest heaving. She pressed her head back into the pill, her back arching. Despite her hand still pressed against her mouth, he heard little whining noises.

Her incredible response to his ministrations awakened a primal urge within him. His manhood hardened to an almost painful level. He tried to ignore it, not willing to stop pleasuring her.

She had other ideas. It seemed as if right before she exploded, she pushed his hand away. Her hand moved away from her mouth. "Take me now. Right now," her voice breathless.

He shifted, positioning himself between her legs. He looked up into her eyes, and she nodded. He slowly pushed himself partially inside her.

She winced, biting her lip.

He stilled. "I'm hurting you. Maybe we should stop."

"No!" she hissed. Her legs wrapped around his waist. "I haven't done this before, and I just need to adjust." She pushed him further inside.

He moaned, reveling in the feel of her warmth engulfing him. He almost lost himself but gritted his teeth to hold it in. Then nature took over and he started a slow rhythm of friction. She moved her hips as well, matching his rhythm.

Her eyes closed, the tip of her tongue sticking out through her lips. As he continued moving inside her, he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose. Her breathing quickened and her back arched. She bit her lip, whimpering.

Newt felt her inner muscles convulsing around him. It was ecstasy. His pace accelerated, driving himself into her up to the hilt. He fell over the edge a minute later, bliss overwhelming him as he spilled his seed inside of her.

They lay together unmoving for a few minutes, catching their breaths. He laid his head on her chest and her arms encircled his neck, hands smoothing his hair.

It was one of the happiest moments of his life.