Tina is roused by a low cry from one of the neighboring habitats. She blinks her eyes open to find Newt awake and on his elbow, staring intently into the dark. He glances at her before tossing the blanket back, murmuring a quick, "Stay here, love," before stumbling off into the dark. She squints after him until he's a gray blur on the edge of her vision.
Tina gnaws her lip anxiously and is on the verge of following when he shuffles back, shaking his head and chuckling ruefully.
"Nothing to worry about," he reassures her as he climbs into bed. He turns to kiss her gently while settling down. "This is my fault—it's the Graphorn's mating season, and I forgot to put up a sound-dampening spell before falling asleep." He huffs in embarrassment. "Must remember not to make that mistake again." He waves his hand and the air around the bed shimmers momentarily as he slides down between the sheets.
Tina giggles and ruffles his hair while she pulls him close. He makes a pleased sound and curls one arm beneath his head, slinging the other comfortably around her waist. He kisses her palm before sighing happily. "This is nice," he whispers with a small smile.
"Isn't it?" Tina asks with a grin. She scoots closer until her breasts touch his chest, and Newt raises an intrigued eyebrow. He's still smiling when she captures his lips. They're both aware of the moment when their kiss goes from sweetly playful to intent and serious, however. His hand moves to cup her jaw, and his eyes are dark and full of starlight when she finally pulls away.
"I know you're worried about pushing me," Tina says while kissing the tips of his fingers, "but I won't be able to go back to sleep." Newt hides his face in the pillow as she goes on. "I can think of a few things to keep us busy...if you're willing." Tina looks at him with equal measures of fear and hope, until he smiles gently and kisses her cheek.
"You are a wonder to me," Newt murmurs while fingering a heavy strand of her hair. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have some time away from all that, Tina?" He kisses her chastely before leaning away to put some space between them. "I assure you, I can wait for as long as you need."
Tina closes her eyes. "You're leaving in a few days, aren't you?" She opens them to watch him nod, and his throat clicks when he swallows. "Then maybe I don't want to wait, Newt. Especially because you likely won't be coming back." He looks pained so she strokes his hair soothingly. "No, it's fine—I just don't want to lose this opportunity while I have it."
Newt covers her hand with his own while pressing his mouth to her inner wrist. "You wouldn't be," he says hoarsely. "I'll go to the Ministry to finish my book, and then I'll come back to you." He exhales raggedly. "How could I not?"
"I don't know," she whispers as he shifts to kiss a path up her arm to her elbow. She makes a small, pleased sound before going on. "I just know that you don't owe me anything, but I feel like I owe you everything." She struggles against the tingles which threaten to override her ability to think. "Besides, how do I know you don't promise to return to all your women?" It's meant to be a tease, but his mouth stops its advance as he rolls to his knees.
"I don't," he says in a low voice and urges her upright until they're facing each other. Her arms go around his shoulders automatically while his drape at her waist and she wonders once more that it feels so natural to be this close to him. "I never made a promise to return to any of them, and I made it clear from the start that my attentions were temporary. They all knew and expected me to leave, and our mutual understanding prevented things from getting uncomfortable at the end."
He reaches up to brush her hair back and Tina leans into it, closing her eyes when relief floods her. "And you never made any such promise to me. You said you wouldn't push or proposition, but you never said that this would be temporary." He hums in agreement and she smiles. "You are coming back."
"Yes," Newt says simply. Tina squeezes him, overcome by sheer relief. He holds her until the moment passes. She's grinning broadly when they part, and he smiles back softly until she surges forward to kiss him deeply enough to drive all doubt away. She is panting when they finally separate, all traces of playful scoured away by simple, mouthless need.
Tina presses soft, exploratory, open-mouth kisses to his jaw and chin when the pressure gets to be too much. He makes a low sound, the vibration tingling through her lips as her fumbling hand trails along the buttons covering his chest. "Off," she manages breathlessly. Their fingers meet somewhere in the middle until she hastily pushes away his pajama top to run eager palms over his textured skin. He makes another sensual sound when she presses her mouth to his Adam's apple, tasting his pleasure.
Trembling arms tighten around her until they are pressed together from knee to chest. Newt produces a small groan as his head rolls back, and then she feels it: the hard ridge at the front of his pajamas, throbbing gently against her thigh and utterly alien for all its familiarity. He realizes his state at the same time she does, for he freezes and gulps loudly.
"Um," Newt says weakly and clears his throat. He moistens his lips as she stares at him, and tries again. "Ah. Tina, I'm sorry. It's, er, I don't have much control over it." He gulps. "I wholly intend for tonight to be all about you—if you still wish to do anything, that is." Roses bloom in his cheeks. "I understand if you don't."
Tina licks her lips as warmth flows through where they are pressed together. She buries her fingers in his hair and speaks against his mouth. "I still want to, but maybe I don't want it to be all about me." He gasps before she goes on. "Maybe I want it to be about both of us. Would that be okay?" She pecks him and his mouth subconsciously follows her, eyes glittering when their lips brush. "I want you to enjoy it, too. I want to know what it feels like to do this together."
"My dear Tina," he whispers. His hands drift over her shoulders to her ribs. She whines in the back of her throat when he tentatively brushes the sides of her breasts. Emboldened, Newt palms her through her nightgown to heft their slight weight, until her nipples go hard. He tweaks them gently before trailing his hands down the fabric-covered plane of her stomach to fan over her hips. Urging her head back, he covers the column of her neck and throat with small, scratchy kisses.
"Please take it off," she gasps brokenly as he suckles the skin behind her ear, Newt breaks away long enough to gather her nightgown and tug it over her head, freeing her arms before his calloused hands reclaim her breasts, and wicked, tender lips ghost over her shoulders. Cool air meets overheated skin, and she erupts into goosebumps, nipples tingling. Tina moans then, low and deep in her throat. Newt sighs while a shiver works through him.
"That's it, Tina" he murmurs approvingly and sucks tiny red marks on her sternum. He kisses the creamy underside of her breast before dragging his tongue over the curve of her nipple, only to pinch it between his lips. Tina arches into him, mouth falling open on a sharp exhale until he releases her with a groan to lavish her other breast.
A humid mouth maps her chest while rough hands glide gently over her skin. Tina breathes carefully through each new sensation, occasionally biting back sharp pants and moans. Newt sinks before her to mouth at her slightly rounded stomach and kisses the cup of her navel before dipping lower. His lips briefly flit over the very top of her mound before he drags the tip of his tongue up the length of her body, stopping just short of her mouth while Tina trembles in anticipation.
"May I taste you again?" Newt asks between small, unhurried kisses. Tina groans and nods. He dips his tongue between her lips for a moment before placing a line of kisses over her cheek. "I need to hear you say it, love," he reminds her gently. She somehow manages to gasp her assent through the fog of want and need he's invoked within her, her limbs tingling.
She feels him smile against her shoulder and has only a moment to wonder before tender hands are easing her onto the mattress. "Lay back," he whispers gently, "and I'll take care of you." He huffs a breath of laughter when her exhale ends on a wheeze before kissing a languid path down her body.
Newt settles onto his elbows, and Tina raises her head to watch him through half-lidded eyes. His attention is entirely focused on her core, his hands petting her inner thighs as he gently spreads them, opening her up for his frank appraisal. She tries very hard not to feel self-conscious as his fingers curl into her skin. He purses his lips with an approving nod and meets her eyes.
"You are as lovely here as you are everywhere else, Tina," he reassures and drops a molten kiss onto her mound. "Thank you for letting me know you like this."
Thinking is near impossible so Tina speaks from someplace far more ancient. "I should be thanking you," she gasps. He flicks his tongue against her without breaking eye contact, making her tense and hiss before she can go on. "I really didn't believe it could be this good." He smiles and drops his head to kiss a little lower, still short of where she wants him but closer. She tangles her fingers in his hair, suddenly nervous. "Will you catch me again?"
"Always," Newt answer promptly, and the gust of his breath over her heated center makes her shudder. He pursues his lips to direct a gentle stream of air over her until she cries out. Her hands fly to cover her face in momentary embarrassment until he reaches up to ease them away, guiding one of her hands to tangle with his while the other cups the nape of his neck.
Star-filled eyes gleam at her from the juncture of her thighs until she calms. Newt doesn't avert his gaze when he finally dips his chin to taste her.
Tina joyously surrenders to sensation, drowning in bliss as his tongue slides and presses and flits through her folds. He cradles her legs as he works at her entrance, the occasional happy sigh slipping from his lips as he savors her. The pleasant friction is still excitingly new, and she feels herself draw tight against him until he slides his mouth away, granting her temporary reprieve.
Newt suckles and nibbles her outer lips until her thighs relax. He flicks his eyes over her briefly, weighing her expression before his tongue finds the intensely sensitive bud hidden in her folds. Tina's vision goes hazy when he focuses his efforts there, his eyes gleaming in the low light. Tina gasps her gratification as her hips begin to move on their own, a slow primal roll that has Newt groaning until he uses the pressure of his arms to loosely direct their rhythm.
His tongue finds pay-dirt then. Tina hisses and jerks her head back with a deep groan while pulling him closer, half-mindless with the need for increased sensation. He wraps his lips around her as he redirects his effort, his mouth now seeking on her behalf. Newt loses focus on his arms and the relaxed pressure on her hips allows her to rock, until he stiffens his tongue to allow her to take what she needs.
Her mouth falls open with a sultry moan when he flicks just so and she is released, the liquid heat of orgasm coursing through her.
Tina returns to herself with his head pillowed on her thigh, his hand tracing senseless patterns into her skin.
"I think you liked that," he whispers warmly and drops a kiss onto her knee before laying beside her.
She rises to her elbow to kiss him, where she can taste her mustiness on his lips and tongue. Intrigued, she laps at it until he gasps and draws away with a teasing grin.
"Merlin's beard, Tina," he murmurs in wonder as she reaches up to cup his cheek. He's painted in starlight, and like this, she can admire the bronze cast of his skin, the thick smattering of his freckles, and the quicksilver flecks of countless scars. She kisses his jaw and neck before murmuring into the shell of his ear.
"Can I touch you too?" She asks, and he makes a small sound while nuzzling his face against her cheek. She nibbles the lobe of his ear to hear his breath hitch until he squirms where they press together before squeezing her hand. His voice, when it comes, is low and choppy.
"Yes, Tina," he manages, only to gasp throatily when she pushes his shoulders until he lays flat. She sits up to swing a leg over his waist, straddling his toned stomach and smiling down at him triumphantly.
Her smile turns into a grin when she leans forward to trail kisses down the line of his throat before pressing her lips against his fluttering pulse. His eyes drift closed with a sigh. She moves on, guiding her tongue over his well-defined chest until he produces a low groan, the smile slowly slipping off her face as she focuses more intently on him.
Newt's skin tastes like salt and dirt, with a rich undertone that she categorizes as essentially him. She trails damp kisses between his pectorals as one of his hand's tangles in her hair. She flicks her tongue over his flat nipples to hear him hum contentedly, before shifting her weight onto his thighs and kissing down his abdomen. She mouths around his navel and over to his side, delighted to find the barest hint of a love-handle there while leaving vivid red marks where she sucks.
A sparse line of coppery hair trails away from his navel and Tina hesitates over it long enough for Newt to lift his head. He touches her face gently and hums in his throat, blinking hard to clear his vision. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he reminds her, voice infinitely tender. He pinches his lips together and sits up in one smooth, gliding motion to kiss her mouth. "I'd be just as perfectly happy holding you for the remainder of the night."
Tina hums thoughtfully while running her fingers along the edge of his pajama pants. She looks down at the hard lines of his scar-spangled body, desire thrumming in every hollow and shadowed place inside her, before kissing his forehead and jaw. "I want to keep going," she decides before hooking her finger beneath the waistband. His breath stutters until he swallows loudly, eyes bright.
"Then...do whatever you want," he replies with unabashed honesty. Tina kisses him hard while gently pushing him back onto the mattress. He goes, eyes never leaving hers when she swallows thickly and her trembling fingers tug at the thin string holding up his pants. The bow gives easily and she pulls, loosening them enough to slip a hand inside. She brushes against his skin and quirks an eyebrow as his face infuse with color.
No underwear, Tina thinks a little wryly. Well. Someone was certainly feeling optimistic!
She ventures deeper, brushing past the deep v-shape of his groin until the tips of her fingers find wiry hair. Her hand retreats from that in favor of smoothing over his skin, dragging along the flange of his hip before hooking into his pants and tugging gently. He lifts his narrow hips to help her, and Tina slides his bottoms off with averted eyes before climbing over him for a kiss.
He goes to his elbows to meet her halfway, cupping her jaw as they kiss sweetly. Tina climbs over him, her molten core pressed against his stomach as his hands map her midsection before coming to moor on her breasts. Newt sighs happily as he squeezes her until she rolls her head back with a soft moan to expose her throat and he sets upon it with gentle lips.
Newt moves with her as she slides further down, nearly into his lap before she catches herself by tensing her thighs. The move sparks something deep within her; his forced huff of breath makes her squeeze her eyes shut until his hand finds and kneads her hip. She relaxes against him in increments as he nuzzles her skin until she registers his hardness pressed against her bottom and the coiled strength of his thighs. He sighs shakily when she touches her fingertips to his jaw before working a hand between them.
Newt gasps and tenses as she wraps her fingers around his length. Curious, she squeezes to get a feel for his girth before stroking him once, pleased with the way he trembles against her. Tina gathers her resolve before leaning back to inspect him visually, only to delight at how pleasantly average he is—except for the freckles, which she should have anticipated yet still surprise her. She grins and voices a small, relieved giggle. Newt cracks his eyes open to stare at her in disbelief.
"Surely you know that laughing at my mediocrity is not done," he says, mock-stern, and her giggle turns into a delighted, full-throated laugh. She sways into him as he catches and holds her, until the laughter has run its course and she can only smile, overjoyed and free in new, heady ways.
"You're wonderfully normal," she breathes happily. He grins then, sunny and open, before touching her face and gently claiming her lips. Their shared kiss reignites their passion, their smiles slipping away in favor of hunger until she scoots forward to press against where he juts proudly.
"Do you want me?" Tina asks in a heated whisper. His swallow is very loud in the thick silence, and he requires a few attempts before he's able to answer.
"Yes." It's little more than a ragged sigh, voice raspy with desire.
Tina exhales sharply and presses her face into his neck as she settles lower, breathtakingly close to joining them entirely. "Will you have me?" she clarifies. She knows he understands the precise gravity of what she's asking because he goes very, very still for the barest moment.
Newt jerks back to life to kiss her shoulder, her neck, her jaw. His mouth trails moisture and stubble until his lips are against the shell of her ear and she holds her breath. "Yes," he says in that same raspy whisper. "Yes, Tina—I will have you."
"Oh, good," she gasps. "That's good, Newt."
Tina exhales in shaky relief and then it's only a matter of shifting slightly, his hand coming down to gently guide her as she sinks onto him, voicing a sigh that seems to originate from her very foundation. She clings to his shoulders as they pant together, tremors chasing through their frames while she adjusts to the invasion, until she meets his eyes and, with a soft gasp, musters herself enough to move.
She quickly finds a rhythm, despite feeling clumsy at first; the angle of her thrusts is imperfect and she's never done this before. Then Newt lifts and shifts her backward as her arms go around his shoulders, his hands clinging to her hips as she rocks against him. The new angle improves them as she quickly discovers that rolling her hips hits upon something intensely sensual and unknown deep inside her. She indulgently chases this new feeling, rendered temporarily selfish as her mouth falls open and she breathes her pleasure.
Newt's hands never leave her skin as she experiments, trailing over her sides to cup her breasts, drifting down her sternum to span her waist before calloused fingers ghost the length of her spine. Tina rolls her head on a moan, exposing her throat without thought, and Newt's mouth finds the snowy skin there to lave and rub pink with his stubble.
"Beautiful," he sighs beneath her ear. Tina stops rocking against him to look him in the eye. She drinks in his expression until she leans forward and kisses him, and he twines his fingers through hers to press their palms together. She starts to move again, intently watching his face to delight in the way his eyelids flutter, the way he falters as his lips part on a rough exhale.
Heat seeps into where they are joined as Tina recognizes the same tingling build-up she experienced both times he used his tongue on her. But she's tired now, calves tense and thighs trembling with fatigue, and she hisses her frustration as she slows. Newt kisses her deeply while holding her hips, flicking his tongue out to taste the edge of her jaw before speaking into her skin.
"You're tired," he whispers, and she nods breathlessly. "Tina, may I—could I—"
He squeezes where he grips her and she makes an eager sound of assent. Newt kisses her as he gathers himself—then he holds her close and uncoils his legs, easing her down onto the mattress until she's flat on her back and he's hovering uncertainly. She reaches up to embrace the rack of his shoulders when he tips his forehead against hers.
"Is this alright?" he asks around soft kisses, and Tina nods happily. She isn't sure what to do with her legs until he shows her, guiding one loosely around his waist while hooking the other beneath his elbow. His free hand tangled with hers while pressing their lips together, his breath hitching when he rolls his hips into her.
Tina immediately recognizes the building heat focused where he sinks into her, but the accompanying pressure is new. She breaks his kiss to keen in her throat as the tension builds, her fingernails digging bloodless crescents into his skin. He allows her a moment to gasp her adoration for him before reclaiming her mouth in a blistering kiss. She inhales sharply as he seals them together, using the arm supporting her leg to rock her pelvis upwards, allowing his slide within her to lengthen.
Another minute shift and suddenly she's poised on the edge, mouth falling open in awe. A gasp works up and out of her throat while his hot, open mouth presses to her cheek and jaw. "Tina," he murmurs breathlessly, "let it happen."
She watches as his eyes narrow to slits while he rolls his hips against her steadily. Her fingernails seek traction over his slick back as her body draws bow-tight beneath him until he dips his head to take a tingling nipple into his mouth, sharp teeth ringing it with a low groan. It's the final push she needs. She cries out when her release crashes through her as inexorably as the tide, washing her away on waves of pleasure until she buoys serenely to shore, damp and sated.
Tina floats, there in the ring of his arms, until reality returns to soft focus. She's greeted by his broad smile when he kisses her sweaty face before pulling back to look at her adoringly. His gaze sweeps from her chin to her forehead before settling on her eyes, where his grin transmutes into something soft and secret.
"I don't have to ask if you enjoyed that," he marvels. "I could feel it, and it's all over your face." He dips his head to kiss her and when he does, the hard spur lodged within Tina twitches against her still-sensitive flesh. Understanding fills her.
"You didn't finish," she whispers and very carefully chooses to attach no significance to that realization.
"No," he says softly. "I wanted to watch you, and I wanted you to be selfish in this, Tina." He nuzzles her face. "There'll be opportunity enough for that next time, I think. Presuming there is a next time."
She reaches up to press trembling fingers into his cheek until he turns his head to kiss them. "Could you, though?" She asks, and he quirks a brow at her. "I mean, if I wanted you to finish—now—would you be able to?"
"Of course," he breathes, and nibbles her index finger and thumb. He kisses them wetly before tasting the flange of her collarbone. Tina closes her eyes against the onslaught of sensation, temporarily distracted.
"Then please, Newt—finish for me." She breathes this into the air above their heads, and he exhales sharply before looking at her. She meets his eyes. "You wanted to watch me, right? Well—now I want to watch you." She struggles onto her elbow and cups his face. "Please."
The battle wages across his features and for the moment, desire wins over altruism. He surges forward to kiss her as he directs both her thighs to buttress his waist. Newt rests his weight on his forearms and dips his head to pepper her chest and neck when he resumes where he left off—gentle rolling movements giving way to shorter, sharper thrusts designed to usher in his own release. Eyes wide with renewed delight, Tina thrills in his hedonism while kneading the skin at the small of his back before trailing her fingers the length of his spine.
"Tina," he husks, and she meets his eyes. He smiles faintly as a trembling hand pushes her wild hair back, before pressing his face against hers with a sigh. "Tina, Tina, Tina," he chants with the reverence of prayer, never breaking eye contact. She reaches up to pet the nape of his neck as he shudders against her, his refined movements losing cohesion as he jitters apart.
"It's alright, Newt," she breathes into his skin. "I'll catch you, too."
Newt moans, a low, masculine sound. Tina closes her eyes in triumph. Another shudder works through him when she buries her fingers in his hair to tug gently, driven by blind intuition. His mouth finds hers before he yanks away with a gasp. His hips ratchet up their intensity for a moment, adding a twist at the apex of his thrust that makes her buck and moan until he purrs in the back of his throat.
Tina murmurs his name lovingly, encouragingly, when he jolts. The hand not lost in his hair cups his cheek and directs his mouth to hers one last time, where they kiss deeply until his whole body trembles. Then, gloriously, Newt sighs her name and presses his face into her neck, shuddering to a ragged halt as his warmth fills her.
Tina strokes his skin and pushes his sweaty hair back to whispers to him comfortingly. He sags against her before catching himself, dark eyes taking in the tangled length of her before he collapses at her side, chest heaving. She rolls to curl against him. He kisses the top of her head with a sated sigh as a small, unbelieving smile spreads across her face.
"I owe you an apology," she whispers, and he hums questioningly. Embarrassed, she ducks her head and goes on. "Sorry—I didn't think it would be like that. I mean, I read that it could be, but I guess I didn't believe it. Not for someone like me." She presses her palm against his chest, feeling his heart pound. He covers her hand with his own larger, rougher one to squeeze her fingers.
"I'm glad you were able to experience it," Newt pants into her hair. Then his lips quirk into a smirk. "Especially with me." She giggles as he forces open his half-lidded eyes to gaze at her adoringly. A heavy hand smooths over her hair before trailing down her back to her hip. He exhales slowly and wraps around her while Tina hides her grin.
"I'm glad you're happy," she murmurs sincerely. She squirms uncomfortably when his seed trickles out of her and reaches for her wand—only to freeze when a thought occurs. Momentarily panicked, she hides it as best she can before asking, in as nonchalant a voice as she can manage: "Hey, Newt? Um, that potion of yours—you remembered to take it, right?"
He exhales slowly. "Every three months and I label the vials with their intended date. I took it, Tina, have no fear." He kisses her head before extracting himself gently, apparently recovered enough to move. Starlight ripples across his skin as he crosses the small space to the shed, only to reemerge moments later with a damp flannel. Tina watches him go, unabashedly admiring the play of starlight and shadows over his compact form. He blushes slightly when he returns, but doesn't hide from her when he sits on her side of the bed.
"Come here," he says softly. Gentle hands part her legs to dab at the mess left behind, cleaning her up without magic. He does a careful but thorough job of it, pressing a warm kiss to the crease of her thigh when he finishes before sitting up and tossing the cloth aside. "All better now?" He asks, and she nods, unable to speak past the unexpected lump in her throat.
Newt climbs into bed, and strong arms pull her against his warm body. Tina sinks into him, sudden exhaustion dragging her down. She pillows her head on his chest with an approving sigh, and her eyes drift closed as he tugs the blanket over them both.
"Can we stay like this?" she asks fuzzily. He answers in the affirmative with a breath of laughter. She smiles her thanks as his arm tightens securely around her, and the steady beating of his heart follows her into sleep.