With eager yet trembling hands, Newt held Tina's body against his as they stood just behind her door; he kissed her hungrily, unable to control the moan that escaped his throat as she raked her nails through his tousled hair. He clenched her hips with both hands and she tore her mouth from his, gasping for air. She felt a sudden shock of pleasure shoot straight through her as she felt his breath on her skin; his mouth was now all over her neck, consuming every inch that he could. His desire for her was pulsing throughout his entire body; from his head, to his chest, to his groin. It had been a long time since he felt this craving for another human being; not only did he feel safe with her, himself with her, but he felt a forceful, primal need for her.

The sound of the front door shutting closed echoed through the home, and within seconds two voices could be heard, laughter and muffled words. Newt abruptly go of her and stepped away, his face a nearly unnatural shade of red, as he tried to compose himself for what felt like the hundredth time this evening. Tina just looked straight into his eyes, a bit taken back by his boyish reaction, but quickly realizing who exactly she had just been in an embrace with. Oh, Newt.

"Tina?" Her sister's voice could be heard through the door, and they both stood there on the other side, Newt frozen with uneasiness. Queenie must have realized what she had interrupted, because the footsteps that were once approaching the door had now quickly diverted, and were followed by another down the hallway. The room fell silent.

Perfect timing once again, Queenie. Tina now stood with her back against her bedpost, her hands grasping the pillar of wood that rose almost all the way to the ceiling. She sighed as she felt her body gently calm, though her cheeks were still flushed from his touch. He looked down at the ground, quite embarrassed of himself, considering he was a grown man that was fumbling around like an adolescent boy. He could still feel the blood rushing below his navel, a dull ache in his groin. After a few moments, he finally got the courage to look back up at her, unable to hide the sheepish smirk on his face.

"U-Uhm, Tina, I…"

His voice trailed off as he took in the view of the woman before him. The moonlight was shining through the window, streaking in a glistening, bright glow around her; her now slightly disheveled hair fell in perfect pieces that framed her striking, pale features. Her figure was an elegant, sultry silhouette against the light, and never had she looked so touchable. The warm and inviting mixture of brown hues blended within her large, doe-like eyes that beckoned him, and her scarlet lips slightly parted, drawing a breath as he now was slowly approaching her once more. Nothing, not even his nagging, troublesome nervousness was going to keep him from her as the hunger within him was clawing its way out once more.

"Are you okay, Newt?" She asked sweetly, because as much as she wanted him, she didn't want to push him—especially after the way he reacted in the alleyway just hours before.

"A-Absolutely." Newt was now standing right in front of her. The delicious scent of her perfume was intoxicating, making his desire burn inside him as it infiltrated his senses. He slowly raised his hands to cup her cheek, and she unwittingly leaned her face into his palm.

"Newt, if you're not—"

Newt gently raised her chin up with his fingers, gazing into her eyes for a moment before he kissed her— a deep, sensual kiss that instantly caused their two bodies to intertwine, desperate hands grasping whatever they could. She slid her arms up around his neck as he grabbed her by the hips and pressed into her against the bedpost. She broke her mouth away from his, leaning her head back as she let out a soft whimper.

"Tina, may I…" He breathed, their lips so close that he could still feel their warmth.

"Yes." She almost begged, without a slight regard for what he was asking.

He once again kissed just below her ear, taking in the sweet scent and taste of her skin. A soft moan escaped his throat as he trailed down her neck, kissing and lightly sucking the entire way, before stopping just at her collarbone. She dug her fingertips into his shoulders and arched her back towards him, addicted to the heat of his body against hers. It had been a long time since she felt the touch of a lover, and every inch of her was tingling with pleasure. Her skin was hypersensitive to every kiss, every breath, every soft moan that escaped his throat. He was now ravenous for her, and the friction between their bodies teased him mercilessly.

His hands trembled as he slowly raised them along her back until he reached the top of her zipper. He took her mouth with his, and playfully bit her bottom lip as he tugged at the zipper before slowly pulling it down. He caressed the warm skin that was now exposed all the way up her back, and she shuddered at his touch. He backed up only a couple of inches as he took in a deep breath, and their eyes immediately met. Tina could feel nervousness of her own rising in her chest now, as his hands were at her shoulders, his thumbs tucked slightly below the edge of the neckline of her dress.

She took a soft breath as she felt the chilled air against her skin; Newt slowly dragged the shoulders of her dress and chemise down her arms, struggling to keep his breathing steady. Although, in his overly-polite fashion thought it might have been rude, he couldn't help but stare as the fabric moved down the curve of her breasts before, with a soft bounce, they were fully exposed. Her cheeks turned rose as his eyes devoured her. She fought the urge to cover herself, but the animalistic look in his eyes stopped her, feeling the muscles in her core tighten as she watched him.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her to the bed; she fell back onto the mattress, and within moments he was above her, kissing her deeply and hungrily once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he began kissing from her chin to between her collarbones, but this time continuing down the curves of her breasts. She let out a soft whimper as she felt tongue and subtle hints of teeth on her skin, and she writhed underneath him to the sensation.

He slid his hands down her sides as he made his way with his mouth below her chest, just to where he had stopped removing her dress and chemise. She abruptly sat up, causing him to stand up in front of her with a startled, puzzled look. She stood up as well, and her lips were now only within inches of his.

"It's my turn."

She grabbed at the edge of his coat, and without hesitation, peeled it off of him. Unlike Newt's delicate and calculated moves, she frantically unbuttoned his vest and yanked the shirt beneath it off of his body, tossing it to the side. She planted her palms against his hard, warm chest as he pulled her against him into another lustful kiss; his tongue coaxed hers into play as the feeling of his skin against hers sent a shiver down her spine, and she reached around and dug her fingers into his back.

They never broke away as he guided her to the bed and climbed on top of her. Newt devoured her mouth with his as he cupped her breasts and caressed her, grinding against her with his hips. The friction against her made her gasp, and without a second thought her fingertips were at the hem of his pants, frantically unbuttoning them. She slid them down as far as she could reach, and he hastily shook them the rest of the way off. His hands now clumsily pulled her dress and chemise the rest of the way down her body, and he tasted her skin down her stomach to just the end of her abdomen as her clothing slowly slipped to the floor.

He paused for a moment to absorb her; each sultry curve was highlighted by the moonlight that was streaming through the window, and her skin glistened with sweat. Her eyes glowed as she admired him in return; his lean body looked like it had been sculpted by a master, perfect in all of its lines and edges. As her eyes traveled below his navel, her face flushed once more. She bit her lip, allowing herself one more selfish moment before she looked back up at his face.

"T-Tina, you're so…" He couldn't find the exact words to describe the sight of her. He wasn't sure they existed.

"Get over here, Newt." She demanded, her body yearning for him. His heart skipped a beat at her sudden intensity, and he quickly crawled back on top her.

He reached back down between them and felt gently between her thighs. She closed her eyes and lightly grasped his arms, moving her hips to his touch. He moaned, feeling how ready she was for him. He couldn't help but smirk as he admired her face, her expression untamed and… because of him. Just for him. He wanted all of Tina, just for him.

Tina raised her knees slightly and spread her legs to accommodate his body between hers. His heart was pounding in his chest as he gazed into her eyes for another moment, before he shifted his body further up the mattress. He leaned down and feverishly pressed his lips against hers as their bodies melted together. They desperately clung to each other, planting kisses and gentle nips anywhere their mouths could reach. Tina lovingly held his face and entangled her fingers in his hair as they gazed with bewilderment into each other's eyes, both of them feeling more alive, uninhibited, and fulfilled than either of them had in a long time.

"O-Oh—Newt—" She breathed against his lips.

He held her face and traced her lips with his fingers, and they then both closed their eyes as his tongue caressed hers once more.


Nothing in the world had ever comforted Tina the way that the warmth and steady heartbeat from Newt's chest did right now, as she laid upon him. She gazed out her window as the headlights of cars from below faintly passed by, briefly lighting up her eyes. The room had been quiet for some time now as they both relaxed in her dark, peaceful bedroom. Her hair was completely undone now, her careful makeup now smudged beyond repair, but all that showed in the expression on her face was complete bliss. His eyes were closed, his lips turned in a faint smile, as he reveled in the fact that Tina was there, in his arms and… well, his. All of the worry, the anxiety, the nervousness he had been feeling were now nowhere to be found, and he couldn't imagine anywhere in the world he would rather be. He ran his fingers through her hair and pressed his nose to the top of her head, inhaling her enticing scent.

Even though ever since she had met Newt, she had been intrigued by him and almost instantly drawn to him, she slowly realized she barely knew anything about the man she had just given herself to. The side that she had just seen of Newt, his primal, uninhibited side which she had never before been able to imagine, now had awakened her curiosity about the mysterious man even more. She lifted her head and sat up slightly to face him, wondering what was on his mind. He slowly opened his eyes, a soft smile still across his lips.

"Is something wrong?"

"What's your favorite color?" Tina inquired, gazing up at him.

He sat up a bit himself now, causing Tina to shuffle and sit in front of him as she pulled the blankets over her body to cover herself.

"Well, I think there are a lot of wonderful colors out there," He started. "…but I suppose I would have to say, orange. Not a terribly obnoxious orange, but… like, a sunset orange, perhaps. Like Flitterbies."

"Flitterbies?" Tina curiously asked. "What are those?"

"You've never seen them? Well, they're magical creatures—one of my favorites, actually. They have delicate orange wings that glow in the light—they're truly magnificent. They hum cheerfully and playfully in the air. The sound almost resembles the sound of laughter being carried through the breeze."

Tina's heart melted as she heard the enthusiasm in his voice and saw the genuine look of wonder in his eyes as he spoke.

"Will you show me them someday?"

Newt looked back at her now, surprised at her proposition. He couldn't help feeling the excitement rise in his chest at the thought of it, though.

"O-Of course."

She smiled wide at him now, feeling her heart warm as she imagined travelling with Newt someday and learning about all of his creatures, about all of the beauty in the world she had never seen.

"And yours?"

"A light purple… like orchids," her voice started to fade as her mind was travelling to a distant place. "My mother, before she… She always had a vase of them in the kitchen window. In the summer Queenie and I would be eating our breakfast at the table… and as the sun was rising, I'd always admire the orchids as the light rose and would shine on them through the window."

Newt struggled to find any words to appropriately express the ache he felt within him as he watched her wistfully gaze into the room, with a small, sad smile. He silently held her hand, wishing that in moments like these he was more socially proficient, but he also knew that no words ever truly changed a heart longing for a loved one lost.

"What is your mother like?" She shook herself from her thoughts, realizing how abruptly she had dimmed the tone of their conversation. She typically wasn't one to let herself wander too deeply into those memories, avoiding the pain they always brought her.

"O-Oh well… she is a lot like me, actually," he answered, feeling a bit awkward at the shift in conversation, but not wanting to pressure her into anything she didn't want to discuss. "The reason I became so fascinated with magical creatures is because she used to breed hippogriffs for a living. They were always around our home, and seeing how she cared for them and loved them inspired me. Even though, admittedly, I was terrified of them at first. Moody creatures, they are."

Tina smiled brightly, a warm feeling coming over her. She imagined a quirky, charming woman with light brown, wavy hair, just as polite and gentle as he was. She imagined walking into a charming English country home, magical creatures all about, as the woman approached her. Tina! There you are! I've heard so much about you. She said cheerfully, before pulling Tina into a hug. I've been waiting for Newt to meet a girl like you…

Tina blushed, breaking her mind away from her fantasy. What are you doing? Pull yourself together.

She realized that he had been curiously studying her the entire time, making her blush once more. Luckily, Newt was not a Legilimens.

"Tina, m-may I be… blunt?" His eyes shifted away from her for a moment as he spoke, in his typical timid, boyish manner.

"Of course, Newt."

He looked away once more, licking his lips before looking back to her.

"You are the most… fascinating person I have ever met in my life. I've travelled many places, met many people, discovered quite a lot in this world, really… but out of all of those places, all of those people, even out of all of the creatures I have met—you captivate me in a way I've never felt before."

Her heart fluttered in her chest, the sincerity in his eyes unmistakable. However, feeling uncharacteristically playful and carefree with him, she couldn't let that one go.

"Did you just call me a creature?"

"Wha—I—" His face immediately turned scarlet as he started stuttering, but was unable to say a thing. She laughed, placing her hand on his legs crossed before her.

"Oh, Newt! I'm so sorry," She stopped laughing, but smiled widely at him, and he slowly regained his natural color. "You are, also, the most fascinating creature I have ever met."

He couldn't mask the smirk that crept up his face as he looked down at the mattress. She lifted her hand and placed it below his chin, raising his eyes up to meet hers.

Newt then grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her on top of him. She took in a sharp breath as the blankets fell from her grasp and she shifted over into his lap; he was now firmly pressed against her between her thighs, and her face flushed as she once again immediately felt a shiver run down her spine. She felt tender kisses across her chest, and she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Newt placed her hands on the wall on each side of him and then caressed her skin as he slowly moved his hands up her back, excitedly tasting every inch of her in front of him.

"O-Oh, my—" Tina breathlessly moaned. He smiled against her skin and pulled her body closer to his chest, and started lightly nipping the hips that were now at eye-level. She grasped his shoulders, her body tingling everywhere; he groaned deep within his throat and grabbed her hips. Slowly, she lowered onto him, and still grasping onto his shoulders, they found their rhythm. One hand passionately grasped the back of her head and held onto her hair, and she cried out in pleasure.

He desperately reached to her face and cusped her cheek, and she looked down at him, her brown eyes burning; he urgently brought her lips to his and slipped his tongue inside, realizing that he would never get enough of her taste.


They now were lying next to each other in her bed, facing each other as the moonlight illuminated the room. Newt's electric blue eyes were bright despite the streaks of light behind him and the shadows that covered his face, admiring the woman beside him. She rested her head upon one hand on her pillow, as the other held his. Her eyes glistened, delectable shades of chocolate highlighted by the moon. They simply let themselves dissolve into their perfect bliss together in her bed, infatuated, and doing everything they could to fight against the approaching morning. Right now they were here, in their own world, where nothing else mattered.

Nothing else existed.

They held each other's hands tightly, giving each other a faint, exhausted smile.

"Come back for me." Tina whispered across the bed.

He pulled the hand that he held to his lips, and gently kissed her knuckles.

"I'm going to show you the world. I promise."

She studied his face; his tired, loving eyes were fixed upon her, as his lips were turned into a subtle smile. His freckles were adorably spread across his cheeks as always, and his sharp, masculine jawline defined the edges of his face in the shadows; the face of the man who had managed to break through her barriers completely and tear her heart wide open, only within a matter of days.

She prayed that she wouldn't forget this moment come daylight.


A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you all for being patient with updates. Final exams are approaching, and it has been a very busy week. Although I will definitely update as soon as possible, the next chapter might take a bit longer because I will be taking my exams very soon. Similar to previous chapters, I took some liberties here with what we don't know yet about various subjects—such as Tina's mother, how old Tina and Queenie were when she passed, and so on. I worked with what I imagined. So I apologize ahead of time if anything I described ends up being inaccurate as more is revealed in the future.

Once again, thank you to everyone who reviewed—your feedback inspires me to continue and improve my writing, more than you could ever know! Thank you to all of the new followers and favorit(ers?) as well. I'm so glad you enjoy my story, and I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

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