They sit like this for a while, staring at the sea. Newt never looks at her, and she wonders if he even realized she's there. She watches as the wind plays with his golden hair, flipping it from right to left. Still, he doesn't budge.

Teresa sighs because he technically doesn't have a reason to be mad at her. It's him who left without saying anything. So she used sex against him - so what? BIG BABY - she thinks.

"Thanks for the book," she mumbles as she stands up. Her grip tightens on the book with every step she takes.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

"Why'd you do that?" She stops not because he spoke, but because of the way he spoke - quiet, emotionless. Newt was always calm, careful, his every move seemed well calculated, he was... worm. Yet, he now sounds cold and indifferent, and despite herself, she shivers.

She turns to face him, but his gaze stays on the ocean. She wants to stamp her foot. Can't he see what mess he created? She should be mad! She deserves to be mad! So she is.

"How about you tell me?!" That gets his attention, and he turns his head towards her, his brows knitted.

"I don't know why you did that. It's kind of why I'm bloody askin'."

"Ugh... Tha's not what I..." She runs both of her hands through her hair, tugging on them in her fury. "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" She hates her voice for sounding like she's about to cry, but she was just so disappointed in him.

Newt opens his mouth, but no words come out. He stares at her dumbly, searching his mind for words.

"Got it," she whispers and nods curtly to herself before she turns away from him, ready to leave.

"No, Tee, wait!" She hears him get up and follow her. Before she knows it, he's gripping her arm, making her turn to face him. "I didn't think you'd care." He says it so sincerely, she almost believes him.

"Why wouldn't I?" But she's still angry with him, still confused, and the only thing she wants is to get answers.

"Why would you?" he asks quietly, maybe even hopefully, throwing Teresa off.

"Seriously? How about because we've been screwing for weeks now? How about because you're one of my only friends here? Or how about cranks and any WICKED survivours out there ready to hunt us down?!" Up to this point, she has thought that screaming it all to his face would make everything better. Oh, has she been wrong.

"I'm sorry," he says as if it were that simple. "I didn't think of it like that." She hates how calm he is, while he speaks to her, and how his eyes are boring into hers. With his body being so close to hers, she can feel his warmth again, and every part of her itches to get closer to him. Instead, she wrenches her arm away and takes a step back.

"Do you have any idea how it felt when I found out from Fry and not you?" He just nods and repeats himself,

"I'm sorry."

"And then I come here to clear my head, and you're sitting here, ignoring me all this time..."

"Because I was mad at you! Yes, I shucked up, but you could have told me, yelled at me or whatever for not telling you instead of..." he trails off, frustrated.

Teresa looks down at her feet, embarrassed. A while back using sex as revenge felt like the greatest idea, but now she feels stupid, childish even. She kicks the sand as silence settles between them.

"Call it even?" She tries shily, and to her surprise, he laughs.

"Oh thank God." With that Newt puts his hands on her waist, and brings her closer. It takes her by surprise as she didn't expect him to forgive her so quickly, but then he messed up, too. There was no reason for either of them to hold a grudge against each other. She knew she wouldn't. Not when he is touching her the way he knows brings her to the edge.

Newt's hands move quickly to the front of her shirt and he rips it off with an animalistic force. Teresa should be mad at him because in Safe Heaven there already is a deficit of clothes and he needn't have added to it, but it has been too long since she had him and she is willing to sacrifice one shirt if it means having him right now.

His lips move to her collarbone, teeth tugging on the skin, his hands on her ass, and he pulls her against his hips. Her own hands travel to his hair - oh how she loves pulling it.

She moans when his head moves lower and his lips capture her breast through her bra. Maybe it's because of how long it's been since the last time they had sex, but she feels like prey caught by a starving wolf, who just can't wait to sink its teeth into her.

Teresa tags at the hem of his shirt, because as sweet as this torture is she needs him inside her. While he takes it off, she already works on his belt, trying to remove his pants.

He has the audacity to joke about how desperate she is, but she shuts him up with a kiss.

"Fuck me," she whispers only an inch away from his lips, "You can do whatever you want to me, but now just fuck me." He barely gives her a chance to finish, when he pushes her on her back.