She hates gossiping – especially about her own experience – but she hates not knowing more. That's why she finds herself in Penny's room confiding about last night's hook up. Teresa is not proud of saying anything, but she needs to know what she did wrong.

"So you want to have sex with him?" Penny's voice is graced with confusion.

"I wouldn't go that far… I just want to be fair to him, I guess."

"You want to blow him," she states, her lips bend in a wicked smirk.

"So, he's a giver and that bothers you?" Penny asks in disbelief. "Whoever he is, if you don't want him I'll take him," she laughs but something tells Teresa there's nothing fake about Penny's statement.

"But he walked out… unsatisfied, I guess?" Teresa doesn't have a way to put her experience into words.

"Maybe he was scared you'd pass out on his dick?" Teresa doesn't laugh at the waspish remark. "I mean, you were pretty wasted last night."

"You saw me?" Fear almost tears Teresa's vocal cords in half. Is it possible she knows I was with Newt?

"Yeah, you stick, 'course I did. I was taking refills of my drink too, duh," she erupts in laugher, making Teresa regret she even came, but she acknowledges she had nowhere else to go. "So… Is there more you want to tell me?" Excitement fills her voice and it almost takes Teresa leave. Almost – she's too stubborn to do that.

"How do you… talk dirty?" It comes as shy as Teresa feels about it, and though last night she thinks she did manage, but she felt a bit awkward… requesting and begging for what her body demanded.

"Oh, that's easy." Penny waves her off with a huff, not noticing Teresa's shyness about the topic – or maybe she has just got used to it already. "It all depends on what you're comfortable with."

"Well, I'm…"

"How about I try to tell you some stuff since you look like you're about to throw up." Oh, she did notice… "And you probably won't tell me last night details." Teresa shakes her head just like Penny thought she would. "Alright," she sounds disappointed, "let's pretend I'm that guy. If I told you I was going to fuck you so hard the only thing you'd remember was his name…" Teresa gulps. "How'd ya fill about it?"

In all truth Teresa can't imagine almost angel-looking-like Newt to ever say stuff like that, but she also never imagined him twitching his tongue inside of her as she begged him for release. She has to take deep breath for the memory suddenly becomes too vivid and sends fire to her core. She briefly closes her eyes, trying to picture Newt saying the exact same words.

She would imagine hearing them from Minho if they ever found themselves in this kind of situation, but he might have as well look in the mirror as his glowing from sweat skin stretched as his muscles tensed.

She pictures Newt above her, or behind her. His hot breath hits her skin as he husky accent carry the words. She can almost feel him thrust into her with one, sharp and hard motion.

"Oh, you're so into it!" Penny's peep reminds Teresa where she is. Her cheeks hit up immediately and Teresa feels like running back to her hut and hiding under sheets of a bed.

"But it's not about what I like. It's about what I say." Her sudden confidence surprises them both.

"It depends on what he said." Penny doesn't give up. So she tells her how he asked her what she wanted of him, where she wanted him. She wants to tell Penny how his raspy accent aroused her, but since he's the only guy with an accent on the camp she stops herself – that much privacy she wants to keep.

"We should go get breakfast." Puff – her confidence is gone again. Yet, the bells, announcing breakfast, ring and Penny agrees to go.

"It's not over yet, though," she threatens, "I'm gonna teach ya everything I know!" Teresa can only gulp but on the other hand she's thankful. It seems stupid to her that she'd want to impress Newt – maybe even get him laid – but she knows one thing she needs to step up her game so next time no one walks out on her.

What surprises her is Newt behaviour at breakfast. She sits with her old friends when he bids her 'hello' with a grin which is nothing but genuine. He doesn't look orgulous nor tall in the saddle. It makes her wonder if she didn't make last night up. They're engaged in a civil conversation with Fry, Minho and Gally, but she can hardly focus on stories they tell.

It's when she's kicked lightly in the right foot that she realizes Newt looks her up with a corner of his eye, which in this light looks amber, and she can't see gold circles from last night. But with this one look she knows; he's kept it a secret. Her smile receives a quick, almost unnoticeable nod. She's not sure what it all means – at least with Tom she had telepathy; but he refuses to use it now… She doesn't know what to expect from Newt now. Is he making sure she's alright after last night? Does he want a rerun?

Before she can ask him he leaves; her gaze lingers on his back a while too long, but no one seems to notice, so she moves on. She'll wait for the evening. She'll wait to see if he comes.

She finds herself back at Penny's sooner that she'd like, and though she doesn't tell her details about her encounter at breakfast she mentions the looks she was given and asks if it would mean anything. She doesn't know if it's a matter of pride that makes her so curious, but either way she needs to know what Newt meant and how she should react.

And Penny is very opened about her own experience. She says too many details that Teresa would definitely leave without, but somehow it puts her at ease. It seems Penny 'tried out' at least half of the camp and Teresa has to bite her tongue, curiosity almost taking over, not to ask if she's been with Newt; she can't explain it, but it would hurt her if she has.

"It's different with each guy," she snickers, "I don't know how close you're with the one from last night, but… from what you told me he is the tease type-"

"Whatever the hell that means." Teresa rolls her eyes mostly at her own unawareness.

"It means that he likes to make to talk and beg-"

"Great." She doesn't even realize the cold mutter went passed her lips. To her surprise Penny giggles and brushes her off.

"Oh, hun, no need to get your panties in a twist! It's sexy and builds their confidence!"

Hearing who Penny has hooked up with is not a perfect afternoon for Teresa but she has to admit it teaches her something. Penny makes her talk, she teases her with her words to get a reaction from Teresa, to prepare her – and Teresa is more thankful than she'd ever admit.

The beginning is hard and awkward as Penny tries to explain kinks – which there's no need for, Teresa knows what kink means – and tells her not to worry if she's not really into all the sex talk.

"Not everyone likes to be called slut or sir, or hear that their owned… So we'll start with something light…" She takes a moment to think before she opens her mouth again. "Like when you kiss you can tell him how good he tastes or that you'd get drunk only off the taste of you or smell."

"And what if he says that? What am I supposed to say then?"

"You can just kiss him again or be playful about it, dare him. Try it on me," she suggests with a smirk and Teresa has to exhale heavily to prepare herself for Penny's laugher at her failed attempt.

She visits Penny again and again until a next party – she doesn't dare to face Newt while she's sober. She avoided him pretty well excluding times they shared a glance at dinner or a grin –which surprisingly and thankfully wasn't snooty – he offered her every now and then.

She doesn't want to talk to him yet, too afraid she'd embarrass herself. Though she has to admit she feels more… sexy. She can finally speak without stuttering, move more freely.

"Relax your shoulders," Penny guides her, "Bent your head a bit to the side and smile innocently." They're standing in front of a mirror as Teresa learns all about body talk. She's glad Penny brought some alcohol from Fry – who obviously couldn't resist her. "And talk!"

She stumbles out of Penny's hut with a giggle and goes down, looking for her hut. She hits something on her way and feels a press of something firm on her arm. She turns around slowly, too intoxicated to notice someone standing next to her.

"We gotta stop meeting like this, Tee." God, that accent! "Are you alright?" He looks her up quickly, putting his warm palm on her cheek to keep her steady.

"Newt!" she hiccups with excitement, "Just in time you're here!"

"And you're talking bloody weird. Why were you drinking? It's not even seven! Bloody hell, woman," he sighs and puts an arm around her back, leading her straight to her hut, making sure she doesn't trip.

"I finished my lesson."

"That doesn't make sense; it is: learnt my lesson." Teresa erupts in laughter, and he stops to stare at her, his eyes boring into her as if he was seeking the reason of her behaviour.

"But I did! I have! I… well I know what to do know!"

"That's great, Tee., but let's get you to bed now, alright?"

"Mm, tradition… What you got tired of desks?"

She didn't realize when they entered her hut but before she knows it he sits her on her bed and lightly pushes her to lie down.

"You're wasted… again," he states more to himself, "Do you need anything? Tea? Water? Food? A basket?"

"Oh, Newtie! C'mon you know what I need." She lifts herself up, cocking her head teasingly just like Penny showed her to. "And I know what you need," she adds in a whisper, her voice is husky but she doesn't know if it's because of alcohol. She puts her hands on his belt and urged him closer, reaching for the fly. His firm grip stops her, though.

"I need to leave before we do something you regret," he says, "If you still need me come when you're sober." With that gets out quickly, leaving her stunned with mouth wide opened.

"Okay, he was so sure you'd pass out on his dick!" Penny snickers, making Teresa roll her eyes.

"Can you stop repeating yourself?" She folds her arms over her chest, legs crossed one above the other as she frowns. "Better tell me what to do now."

"Well, he already told you what to do."

"And I'm just supposed to go to him and tell him I wanna blow him?"

"Alright either be more subtle about it or more filthy because that was the biggest turn off I've ever heard and trust me I heard lots." Teresa leaves before Penny can start rumbling about all her hook ups.

She goes straight to Newt's hut but stops in front of his door to fidget and think about what she's about to do. He offered her come when she's sober. Stop lying to yourself.

She wonders if he finds her desperate – honestly she kind of is and she knows that. It worries her how much power he seems to hold even though they haven't done that much yet. Yet.

Her knuckles lightly hit the light wood, but it's enough to hear footsteps on the other side. He opens but his usual grin doesn't welcome her. There's something different about his expression – he's calm as usual but without his usual smile he seems… distant.

"I wasn't sure if you'd come," he admits, letting her in.

"Yeah… I had my doubts, too." Silent fills the room but doesn't last long as Newt begins to rumble.

"I never told anyone about what happened."

"Neither did I." Liar. – she wonders if he detects the lie.

His nod is slow and his eyes seem clouded.

"I'm sorry. You were drunk and I took advantage of that."

"No, you didn't. I might've been drunk but I wanted that."

"Oh… So?"

"What do you think? You told me to come if… So here I am. You might as well do something about it." She crosses the distant between in a matter of seconds to capture his cheeks in her palms and bring their mouths together.