So this one's inspired by two quotes - both from the same chapter of one of my favourite books, Clockwork Prince by Cassandra Clare from The Infernal Devices trilogy.

Disclaimer: Some of you who've been on here for a while like I have may notice similarities between this and GryffindorCriss' 'Wedding Night' fic from a while back. I will admit that I was inspired by that fic, but there are significant differences between her fic and mine. Even so, she has given me permission to post this because I asked anyway because I'm paranoid.

This oneshot is without question the most heavily implied smut I have EVER written. Therefore, it is the closest to writing smut that I will ever get. Enjoy!

Quote(s):"You don't need to be so careful. I won't break." and "I wouldn't want you to think I was taking liberties"/"Take them"

Tina hadn't quite prepared for this.

She held the small, periwinkle blue, silk and lace shift in front of her and looked at her reflection in the full-body mirror in their (!) en-suite bathroom in their (!) hotel room. Queenie had gifted the tiny garment to her as a wedding present the night before, and not only that but it had come with a matching lace thigh garter. Tina had blushed to the roots of her hair at the sight of all of it and had refused to accept it, but according to Queenie she had later decided she would take it - after a bottle of wine. And had apparently described how she planned to show Newt in almost graphic detail and with an uncharacteristic amount of self-confidence.

Now, Tina was very much sober (besides a glass of champagne – it was her wedding day after all) and she hated herself for consuming so much alcohol that she had actually accepted Queenie's gift.

It was then that Tina remembered a piece of advice that Queenie had given her – "Confidence is sexy, Teenie. I know Newt loves you for who you are, but he won't exactly complain, will he?"

With this, Tina looked at the shift with a new resolve. No, he certainly would not complain.

Newt, having removed his jacket, waistcoat and tie, paced their (!) hotel bedroom while Tina was in the bathroom. Just the image of the state of undress she was in behind that door was enough to send his mind reeling. He'd known, since this was their wedding day, that this was going to happen, and had even received some (very much unwanted) 'advice' from Theseus, but that didn't stop his nerves. He didn't want to ruin this for her. The pair of them were very much inexperienced in this department, and as much as he so desperately wanted to just give in to almost animalistic instincts and ravish her as such, he also didn't want to scare her away by doing so.

His thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door opened and he heard, "Hello, husband."

Looking up he drank in the sight of his new wife stood in the bathroom doorway, her hand against the doorframe and leaning her body forward slightly (was she blushing?). He couldn't bring himself to speak for several moments because the shift she was wearing did not cover much. It was extremely low cut and the hem barely grazed her thighs, one of which had a lace garter around it. There was a lot of Tina on display, and he suddenly found himself very hot under the collar.

The next thing he knew was that she was in front of him, her hands sliding up his shirt and her lips brushing his. "Well?" her voice was low.

He ran his hands down her waist, familiarising himself with her curves and feeling the silken fabric under his fingertips. "Tina, I- wow. Wow." He matched her low voice with his own.

"You approve?" she asked, slowly unfastening the buttons of his shirt. He made no move to stop her.

Newt was still nervous, but at the same time he couldn't help himself. He smirked, "Oh, yes, Tina. Yes I do." He pressed a very deep, passionate kiss to her lips as he pulled her flush against him, so every inch of the front of her body was pressed to his.

He tried to speak again but his words got caught on the moan coming from the feel of her slightly cold fingers brushing his skin as she finished removing his shirt. He looked down at himself – come to think of it, his heavily scarred torso would surely put her off.

Tina gazed at him for a moment. She'd known he had scars, but hadn't known just how many. She also hadn't quite realised how well-built he really was. She'd imagined it, of course, and Queenie had teased her for it, but the real thing was so much better than she could've ever imagined. His torso was so toned and wonderfully defined, and the scars that decorated it made it all the more beautiful to look at. Between scars there were clusters of freckles, and the lightest covering of hair across his chest.

"Well?" his nervous voice cut into her thoughts.

"Beautiful. You're beautiful, Newt." she said before she could stop herself, tracing a rather large scar underneath his collarbone. Before he could react she asked, "Where's this one from?"

His eyes followed her hand. "Territorial male nundu. I stupidly got too close to his mate and their baby. Why do you ask?"

"Curiosity. You'll have to tell me the stories of all of them, they make you look all rugged and sexy." Dammit, Tina, that was supposed to stay in your head! Tina cursed herself for adding that last bit, and when she looked at her husband he was blushing and looked simply stunned.

But then he grinned. "Come here, you."

The next thing they knew, the pair of them were on the bed, Newt in his underwear and Tina still in her shift, kissing each other senseless with hands roaming. Breaking out of another searing kiss, Newt leaned his forehead down to Tina's, catching his breath while gently running his hands down her waist and thighs.

His hand stopped where the lace garter still encircled her right thigh. Tina noticed and giggled breathlessly. "You're supposed to take it off with your teeth."

He stopped short and felt himself blushing. Merlin's beard. Theseus didn't mention that in his 'advice'. "I-I am?"

"Yeah." Then she saw the look on his face and moved a hand from his back to his jaw, caressing it gently. "Are you okay, love? Do you not-"

He knew what she was going to ask. "Of course I do, Tina. More than anything. I just- didn't know that."

"You don't have to if…It was Queenie's idea for me to wear it anyway. I can take it off if you like."

"No. No…I'll do it."

And he did, still blushing, running his hands down her legs as he did so. After tossing the garter aside, he moved so he was right over her again, gently starting to toy with the hem of the shift.

She ran her hands up his back. "Newt…You don't have to be so careful. I'm not gonna break."

He blushed even harder. "Sorry, Tina, I-"

"Love, you have nothing to be sorry for. To tell you the truth, I'm nervous too."

"You are?"

"Of course. I have no experience with…this."

"Neither do I. And I want…I want to make this perfect. For you. I guess what I'm trying to say, Tina…is…Merlin, the things I want to do to you…but I don't want to scare you away…that's the last thing I want, and I wouldn't want you to think I was taking liberties-"

Tina cut him off with a deep kiss, running her teeth over his bottom lip before pulling away - he found himself enjoying that a little bit too much. Her voice was low when she next spoke, her lips brushing his, "Take them. All of them." She ran her fingers through his hair, almost tugging on it, causing a sound that was like a cross between a moan and a growl to reverberate from his throat.

Before she could giggle at that, however, his hands were on her waist underneath the shift, she was flush against him and his lips were on her neck, murmuring in this really low, husky, incredibly sexy voice, "Your wish is my command, Mrs Scamander."

So there we go. That's my take on Newtina's wedding night. I think the garter thing is often done as a ceremony at the reception (I'm pretty sure we don't do that here in the UK but still) but I liked the idea of adding it to the wedding night instead. It adds a little bit of adorable awkwardness to what Quills and Swords called 'tasteful smut' when I sent this to her (even though it's not even full smut - which, just to clarify again, I will never write).

I also edited the first quote ("You don't have to be so careful. I won't break") so it fitted better with Tina's accent.

As always reviews are appreciated (please PLEASE be nice on this one) and follows and favourites and all that jazz would be lovely too!

Peace!