Newt watches Tina leave, footfalls stealthy in deference to their drowsing child, before turning his attention back to the babe in his arms.

Corvus is close to sleep, slowing down his sucking and milk dribbling over his chin as he dozes. Newt eases the nipple from his mouth and watches him carefully; his son's mouth forms a perfect moue before he yawns, apparently bored with the whole thing. Face splitting into a grin, Newt raises him to his shoulder and pats him. Once the child's been burped, he settles him into his cradle, ensures he's safe and warm and casts a charm designed to keep nightmares and spirits away.

He turns back at the door for one last loving look at his son, before padding to the room he shares with Tina.

She's in bed already, naked as the day she was born, laying on her side with her head propped on one arm and sporting a teasing smile. Newt freezes, and suddenly it's their first time all again, only in reverse because he's the one hovering uncertainly, and she's encouraging him. Tina's smile unfurls into something slow and warm that promises more as she pats the empty space beside her.

Newt trips over the clinging leg of his pajamas in his haste to get into the bed, and he feels his cheeks flush. Tina flicks her wand at her abdomen and mumbles the contraceptive charm, then places it on the side-table as he kneels over her to take in the full effect of her figure.

There are some obvious changes to her body. Her breasts are larger than is typical for her, if softer and somewhat spongier. Her nipples are still dark and large and ripe, perfect for nourishing the creature they've created together. Her stomach is softer too, with the smallest lingering bump that Tina despairs of and Newt secretly adores. Then there are the thready silver-purple lines flecking her hips and inner thigh, scars formed where her body had stretched to accommodate a miracle.

All these and more, and not a single one detracting from her beauty. If anything, in his eyes, they add an additional layer to her radiance, because now he knows what she is capable of doing, and what she is able to endure.

His appraisal unnerves Tina, for she's fidgeting and looking away when he finally takes in her face. Newt gives her his strongest smile while bending to kiss her mouth, her sculpted lips perhaps his favorite feature of all. "Beautiful," he whispers, and drags his tongue over her jaw and neck. "Remarkable," he murmurs against the swell of her breast, careful to avoid the stiff peak. "Lovely," and it's her stomach he speaks to, dipping his tongue into her navel before dragging it down, down, down.

Newt tastes the musk of her curls before settling between her thighs, parting them gently. Her outer lips are already flushed and gleaming with moisture, and he hums in satisfaction before leaning forward and flicking his tongue over her teasingly. She exhales sharply, and he smirks before lifting his head and spreading her open with calloused fingers.

There are changes here, too. The pink interior still resembles the sweetest rose, but the barest of silver threads bisects it cleanly, evidence of where her limits had been reached and surpassed. He had paid special attention to healing this part of her, in the whirlwind of activity immediately following Corvus' birth, and it appears to have given her no pain or trouble. Still, he draws a gentle finger over it and watches her face carefully for signs of distress.

She hisses and arches, fisting the sheets, and he hides a grin against her leg. No trouble, then. No apparent loss of sensitivity either, if her reaction is any indication. Tina's scent and obvious response, her willingness to accept his amorous intentions after all she'd endured, galvanizes him. He leans forward without preamble and runs the tip of his tongue the entire length of her, causing her to buck and cry out.

Newt commits himself to the task fully, utilizing lips and teeth and tongue to kiss and nibble and lick, until Tina's arching violently and clenching the sheets. He can feel the vibrations of her cries against his face, and he's careful to keep his hands away from the most intimate part of her. He wants to see her come undone using only his mouth, to leave her panting and sated before he fills her and urges her to the edge a second time.

He knows she's close when she begins to buck away from him, so he hums in warning and wraps his arms around her hips, effectively containing her. Tina's hands bury into his hair and pull until it stings, but that only spurs him on, and when he wraps his mouth around her clit and sucks, she keens and flails and comes hard enough to coat his face in moisture. He lingers until the pulsations against his mouth have ceased before dropping one last kiss and pulling away.

Tina's arms and legs are splayed across the bed, her pupils blown wide and hair in disarray. Newt moves to cover her and she grapples his head and pulls him close. "In," she hisses, rolling her hips while her legs encircle his waist. Her mouth finds the moisture on his face and she licks it obscenely, tongue rasping against his ever-present stubble. "In, Newt, please, please, please!"

"Yes," he husks, body taut with sudden need. He fumbles to align them as her nails rake his sides. He's careful to initiate and maintain intense eye-contact as he peels away her outer boundaries and fills her, mouth falling open in bliss. Tina mewls and rocks her head back, exposing the clean line of her jaw and throat, and Newt runs his tongue out to flick the skin there while a proprietorial hand moves to her neck. As it always is with her, he's swept with fierce possessiveness and protectiveness in equal measure, intent only on seeing her satisfied.

"Mine," he gasps, and her mouth sears when he claims it. He sets them into a deep, slow rhythm as she crosses her legs over his back, maintaining his grip on her neck while they breathe and rock together. Newt inhales her pleasure and exhales it back into her as she reposes wantonly beneath him, her arms spread to clutch the sheets, her head sunken into the mattress. He exhales shakily and drops a tender kiss into the hollow of her throat. "Mine," he repeats devotedly. "Tina, you are mine, and I am entirely yours."

Tina opens her eyes, body taut against him. "Yes," she breathes, and her smile is equally tremulous. "We belong to each other." Her hands rise to caress his face and he turns his head to drop a series of butterfly kisses along her wrist. Newt watches her eyes turn liquid and lose focus, gaze cast inward in this final moment of bliss, and then she's coming—choking his name as she trembles beneath him. He screws his eyes shut to ignore the pull of her until it's over, and she is left panting and satiated.

His Tina calms in increments, descending from the peak in waves until she rolls her shoulders and lifts her head for a kiss. "I think it's your turn," she murmurs against his mouth. He feels his lips thin when she twitches her hips suggestively. Tina nibbles his ear and her mouth is hot when she breathes, "That's two for me, but now I want to feel you come, Newt."

Newt growls and nods jerkily before using his hands to encourage her to lower her legs from his back, adjusting to prop himself on his palms, rising over her. He gulps a few deep breaths and shifts his hips, altering the force and angle of his advance, driving into her powerfully. Tina murmurs encouragements and as he lowers his head to watch himself plunge into her, her fingers dancing around the place they are connected to pleasure herself in time with his thrusts.

Newt registers a moment of regret that he won't be able to see her to a third climax. Then the sting of orgasm sweeps him and he growls her name when he comes, groaning helplessly and shuddering into her. Tina sighs in welcome and clutches his forearms, dark eyes taking in his face. When it's over and he can exert some measure of control over his body, he sways to a halt and gulps, keeping himself firmly inside her until their breathing calms.

"I meant it," he says when she is mollified and he's no longer trembling. It's not a conscious decision to speak but orgasm has always eroded his sensibilities, so he draws a deep breath before plowing on. "About you. About us. I am yours, and I can picture no other woman in my life except you. How would you feel if we, uh, made a more permanent commitment?"

Tina raises an incredulous eyebrow while her mouth takes on a sardonic slant. "Newt. Look at where we are. Do you really think this is the place for that conversation?"

Newt lowers his gaze to take in the way they are tangled together, the indecent sprawl of their limbs and nods once. "Right. Sorry. I'll just—" He withdraws from her, wincing at the indecent spurt of fluids that trails behind, and arranges himself at her side. He flicks his wand to clean them up and draws the blankets over them both. Then he tucks her into his chest and tries again.

"Tina. I've been thinking, and I realize I should have done this a while ago, and this may not be the ideal place or time to ask but then, I've never been ideal for much where you're concerned, and I realize I'm buggering this entirely, but—Tina, would you like to make this arrangement permanent? Would you permit me to be by your side as your partner, the father of your child, and your husband?"

Newt can feel her thinking while he holds his breath in the silence that follows. He can picture her gnawing her lip until she stirs and turns her head into him. He can't bear to look at her, terrified of the expression she wears. "My answer depends on an answer of your own," Tina says finally, and her voice is frighteningly neutral. "Do you want more children?"

He isn't expecting that, and the answer comes easily. "No. I never imagined myself as a father, and now that I am one...I have no urge to repeat the experience." He dares a glance at her face and it's as he imagined: she's gnawing her lip, a worried line wrinkling her brow. He tousles her hair, drops a kiss onto her forehead, and tries to look reassuring.

Tina finally lifts her eyes to him and her face smooths. "Good. That's good. Since we agree we don't want any more kids, I'm going to visit a healer and make it permanent. I can't do that again. I can't." She tightens her jaw and swallows, and he watches as her eyes fill with light. "As long as you're okay with it just being the three of us, then yes, Newt. Yes, I'll marry you. I'll even take your name."

She giggles and breaks into a delighted grin when drops kisses all over her forehead, her cheeks, and the bridge of her nose. She steals his breath when she kisses him back, lingering on the scars that fleck his lips, eyebrow, and jaw before pressing her face into his shoulder. "My Tina," Newt sighs delightedly, and her arms tighten around him.

"I love you," she answers, and he keeps her close and tucks her firmly into the blankets, and eventually he drifts off to sleep chasing the mental image of Tina beneath the blue arch of the sky, resplendent in white and waiting for him.