Four

Newt and Tina were silent as the former led the latter through the Auror Headquarters towards the elevators. They were also silent as they rode one of the lifts down to the atrium on the eighth floor. Tina followed Newt's lead, as he was the one who knew the way around, though she couldn't help but look around the beautiful atrium as she walked through it, especially the blue and gold ceiling and the statued fountain.

She stopped when Newt stopped beside what looked like a telephone booth. Instantly, Tina knew that this must be some kind of entrance in and out for visitors coming in from a place populated by No-Maj's. She'd heard about this telephone invention; it was growing more and more popular in New York City, appearing on some prominent street corners in Manhattan. As a visitor's entrance to a magical underground location, Tina was very impressed.

It wasn't until Newt had opened the door of the phone booth (with an embarrassed look on his face) that Tina realized something: these boxes were not at all spacious. There was barely enough room inside for one person, let alone two.

So, it was with flaming cheeks that Tina stepped inside the small phone booth, her suitcase still in hand. And then, when Newt and his own case squeezed in with her...well, Tina felt pretty sure that her entire body was blushing. Once he had shut the door, the lighting dimmed significantly and his natural scent that she had forgotten how much she had liked (though she would rather die than admit that) filled her nostrils. Her eyes shut reflexively, trying to calm her heart.

Tina's eyes opened when she felt the booth that held them begin to rattle and ascend, much like the elevators. When she did, all she could see was the outline of Newt's face in the dim light. Most of all, it was his eyes, his blue-green eyes that still seemed to sparkle in the darkness, that captivated her.

In this moment, all that existed in her world was him.

"Tina," Newt breathed in a deep, reverant tone that she had never heard before. His face was becoming easier to see as it came closer to her own.

"Newt –" Tina sighed just before his lips covered hers. Tina responded immediately, instinctively, her eyes closing and her hands rising to cup his face. She felt his own hands come to rest on her waist, keeping her close to him. She'd never felt so wonderfully warm before, and in that tiny space, it felt like he was consuming her – and she loved it.

The young auror had pathetically little romantic experience, but she couldn't imagine that it could be any better than this.

Suddenly, too soon, their kiss ended with a literal jolt when their ascent upwards halted. Coming back down to earth, Newt and Tina saw that light was now pouring in around them through the glass panes of the phone booth. Their faces considerably redder than they had been, the two of them broke apart, picked up their suitcases, and exited the phone booth.

Stepping outside, Tina found herself on a side street of London. It wasn't a very attractive one, either. The block was made up of run-down office buildings, a rather gloomy-looking pub, and an overflowing dumpster. But to Tina, it may as well have been the main street of heaven. Even the air – this unfamiliar, English and European air – smelled sweeter than it probably was, what with the dumpster being only a few yards away. Her lips were still warm and tingling from Newt's kisses, and the pavement beneath her feet may as well have been a cloud.

"Welcome to London."

She turned her head to see Newt standing beside her. He was his normal, humble self again, holding his case and looking at her chin rather than her eyes.

"So, um, the Leaky Cauldron is about ten blocks that way." He nodded his head down the street.

Tina nodded. "Then let's walk. I would love to see more of the city, and it's such a lovely day." And this wasn't just Tina's euphoric state, it was true. It was a beautiful day for the month of May, with a clear sky and bright sunshine.

"Yes." He cleared his throat, took a step closer, and held out his free arm to her rather shyly. "Shall we?"

She smiled shyly back, her cheeks still flushed, and placed her free hand in the crook of his elbow. He returned her smile – his own freckled cheeks a rosy pink – and began to lead her down the London street.

A/N: I am SO sorry that this next chapter took so long. The holidays were a very busy time, and I really didn't have any time to spare in writing. But now, I can dive back into this story. So, even though this chapter is pretty short, I thought it might make you guys smile. :D Don't you just love these two dorks?