Tina carefully closed the door behind them as they entered the living room, and besides the pale moonlight streaking through the windows they were surrounded by complete darkness; there was an eerie silence in the air, and the home as a whole was drained of any warmth and life. She raised her wand to light the lamps in her the living room and kitchen, and started a small, calm fire in the fireplace. She let out a deep sigh, as she slowly scanned the rooms before her, and gazed at Queenie's cold cup of coffee on the table.

"She's going to be just fine." Newt reassured her tenderly, as he placed his hands on her shoulders from behind. He leaned in to her, his lips within an inch of her ear.

"She's very strong. Just like her sister."

Tina briefly smiled, looking down at the ground as she raised her hand to touch his that was on her shoulder. She raised her wand once more, to turn on the usual music that Queenie always played, and the sultry sound of jazz began dancing through the air around them. Newt slowly slid Tina's damp jacket off of her shoulders, and she took a step forward as she pulled her arms out from it. As he held her jacket she turned towards him, and while placing a hand on his chest, she softly kissed his cheek.

"I think I need a glass of wine after all of this," She started, as she walked towards the kitchen. She turned to Newt for a moment.

"Would you like one?"

He nodded, and she continued to the kitchen. He placed her coat on a rack beside the door, and took his off as well. A few moments later Tina appeared with two glasses of Pinot Noir, and Newt took one in his hand. They both slowly made their way to the couch beside the fireplace, instantly feeling the warmth against their damp clothes and skin; Newt shyly admired her as she was lost in her thoughts and gazing away into the air, with the glowing flames lighting up her eyes, the shades of chocolate melting within them. She abruptly cleared her throat, closing her eyes for a moment before she looked into Newt's.

"A toast," She started with a small smile across her lips, as she raised her glass into the air.

"To the most unexpected, dangerous, and… honestly, most ridiculous courtship that I've ever had."

He let out a quiet laugh, before looking back into her eyes with a tight but genuine smile; his eyes creased with amusement as he looked at her and then nodded.

"Cheers." He raised his glass to hers.

"Cheers."

They both took a sip of their wine, and lowered the glasses into their laps. Newt looked down for a moment, his mind reviewing everything that had happened since that day in the bank; what felt like forever ago was only within the past week, and now here he was, back at her apartment, like he had been on the day they met. He gently placed his hand upon hers in her lap.

"Just so you know, Tina, you… have nothing to worry about with, with u-uhm… Leta." He met her eyes, which unexpectedly turned into an irritated expression. He took in a quick breath, realizing what he had done.

"Well…. I didn't, Newt, until you felt the need to bring her up." She pulled her hand from beneath his and took another sip from her glass, turned her head to the fireplace.

"T-Tina, oh, no, I—"

"It's fine, Newt."

His heartbeat quickened, and his usual nervousness started to rise in his chest. He cautiously placed his hand on her cheek, turning her head to face him, only to meet a slight coldness in her eyes. The annoyed look on her face made it harder for him to speak, but he managed to anyway.

"L-Look, Tina… I, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. I'm not any good at these kind of things…" He fumbled, the words spilling out of his mouth awkwardly.

"I meant that in a-a comforting way, I suppose, but I now realize—"

"Shh." Tina's finger was now at his lips, and she gave him a sympathetic smile. Although she felt a tinge of insecurity at the subject, she knew that he meant well. Newt was here, in her home, with her alone; they had experienced together in the past days what many never experienced together in a single lifetime, whether it was fighting against corruption and dark wizards, exploring the city and showing him the nightlife of New York, confessing their love for each other in the gentle rain, or discovering each other in her bed in the night. He had done all of those things with her, and she knew she had to stop thinking childishly about his past, considering what they had gone through just hours ago with a man from hers.

"I'm sorry, Newt. I'm still a bit on edge from everything that happened tonight."

Newt swallowed, unsure why he was so quickly let off the hook but not wanting to question it, and slowly stood up, taking one more sip from his glass before he set it down. He reached out to her with his palm facing up, offering a soft smile. She paused for a moment, looking at his hand and then up to him; she slowly slid her hand into his, and he promptly lifted her from the couch. He guided her in front of the fireplace, and then placed one hand on her hip, and held the other out to the side, her hand still in his.

Tina felt a sudden rush of nervousness, and her cheeks turned a subtle pink. He leaned forward and placed a loving kiss on her forehead, holding it as they both began to sway to the sensual sound around them. She slowly slid her free hand under his arm and up his back, drawing them closer to each other, and he moved his head to gently nestle his face in her hair, taking in her sweet scent as they slowly swayed together.

Moments passed as they held each other, feeling no need to speak as they moved to the seductive rhythm of the jazz from the radio; they inched closer, the magnetism between them growing with each minute that passed. They now had both arms wrapped around each other, Newt's hands resting gently at the small of her back and Tina's just beneath his neck. She rested her head on his chest, feeling the chill dampness that still remained in his clothing against her cheek, and closed her eyes as she relaxed against his body.

He placed an affectionate kiss in her hair, and followed with many more until he reached just behind her ear. He held her firmly against him now, and a soft purr left her lips as she felt his teeth graze her skin; her grip tightened subtly on his back, grasping at his vest. One hand slid to the back of his head, gently entangling her fingers in his hair, feeling the soft waves between them. He kissed along her ear and across her jawline, stopping just below her chin; he then lifted his head to meet her eyes, that were now glowing brighter with the flames beside them.

He immediately took her mouth with his, desperately coaxing her tongue into play as they clung to one another; her fingers moved directly to his vest and started frantically undoing each button, craving the feeling of his bare skin. Her hands trembled slightly as she made her way down, before tearing it from his body and starting on the shirt beneath it. Within moments she clumsily unbuttoned that as well, and his shirt was off and across the room; she felt the warmth of his skin, and the firmness of his build as she first caressed his chest, and then slowly made her way down his abdomen. She greedily felt each subtle ripple of his toned body, before she reached the button of his trousers, and playfully teased the skin of his groin just above it with her fingertips.

A quiet moan escaped his lips, gripping her hips tighter as a deep, primal need for her began clawing its way out from inside of him; she smiled against his mouth before she broke away, meeting his piercing azure eyes. She backed away another step, pulling away from his grasp; as she kept her eyes focused on him, she moved her hands to her chest and started to slowly, alluringly unbutton her dampened white blouse. He struggled to maintain eye contact as she steadily opened it before him, a devilish smirk on her face as she watched his expression. Within moments her brazier was now showing, white and delicately laced at the edges; the curves of her small breasts were invitingly exposed, causing him to take a quick breath as he took the sight in. She then threw her own shirt to the floor, and stepped closer to him once more.

"Tina…"

She didn't even bother to unbutton his trousers, but instead reached her hand inside them, feeling his firm desire for her as she wrapped her fingers around him; he leaned into her touch and let out a guttural sound from his throat into her ear, selfishly enjoying her caress. He instinctively reached around her waist and clumsily fiddled with the clasp of her brazier, before he felt it release moments later, and he then hungrily pulled it away from her chest; she released her hold of him as she let the it fall to the floor between them. She felt the chilled air on her skin, still slightly wet from the clothing which had been clinging to her, as she watched him devour the sight before him. Instead of feeling embarrassed, this time she welcomed his admiration; her desire for him grew as she watched him ache for her, and only her.

Without hesitation he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the couch; he collapsed on top of her, immediately feasting on her mouth. His hands were almost immediately at the hem of her skirt, and he urgently unbuttoned it. She wiggled as he pulled them down and off of her body, leaving her only in her underwear; he grinded into her, watching her face as she threw her head back and let out a lustful moan, the need for him feeling like a knot inside her core. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso, welcoming his body between them. He leaned into her, his lips hovering within an inch of her ear as he slid his hand below, and began gently massaging her and feeling her warmth; she arched her back, moving her hips to his touch. He lightly nipped at her neck as he felt her, and she reached up around his shoulders and fervently dug her nails into his back; he breathlessly moaned against her skin, and she shuddered at the sound.

He was a man; he had desired many women in his life, and had been intimate with a limited few, but never had he shared himself with a woman and felt the way he did now, as he now lifted his head up from her shoulder and examined her beautifully angled face and the way her deep chestnut hair fell around it, the curves of her collarbones beneath her delicate shoulders, her petite breasts against her chest. Beneath all of these things was the woman he loved, the woman who sparked this newfound passion deep within him; as he continued to caress her, feeling as she became increasingly ready for him, he leaned in and lovingly took her mouth with his once more. She moaned from deep within her throat as the waves of pleasure washed over her, writhing as she felt the pressure build between her thighs.

Tina then wrapped her arms around to grasp at his back, and quickly turned him over as she climbed on top; his eyes slightly widened, aroused by her sudden assertiveness, as she grasped his shoulders and shifted herself above him. She lustfully gazed down into his eyes for a moment before she leaned forward and bit down sensually on his bottom lip, and she steadily lowered herself onto him. They both cried out as they connected; he cupped her breasts as she straightened and leaned back, and they quickly found a steady rhythm.

"Tina… I-I love you, so much…" Newt breathlessly moaned, his eyes closed for a moment before he gazed up at her as she moved her hips against him. Tina gently smiled, opening her eyes to meet his as well, bright and wild with both desire and adoration. She then leaned towards him, bringing her lips within inches of his.

"And I love you, Newt." She raised one hand to cup his cheek as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth, and he moved his hands down the sides of her body to her hips, guiding them as he pushed deeper; she grabbed his shoulders as she felt him fill her, taking a sharp breath as the speed of his movements increased. She then leaned back and passionately, repeatedly cried his name out into the air; he sat up and held her to him, tasting every inch of her skin that he could reach.

She clung to him while his mouth explored her body as they moved together, with her head dipped into his neck, muffling the fervent sounds that escaped her throat; he could feel her muscles beginning to tighten, and he sped up their rhythm once again. Only moments later, she threw her head back and closed her eyes, letting out an erotic cry as she felt herself let go, and he almost immediately followed. They clung to each other, breathing heavily as they recovered, before he laid back on the couch and let her collapse on top of him.

He closed his eyes and wrapped one arm around her, and with the other he reached up and gently stroked her hair; she let out a blissful sigh as she hazily gazed into the apartment, only now remembering they were still in her living room. All that could be heard was the sensual jazz still dancing throughout the space, creating a relaxing, comfortable atmosphere. She turned her head and planted some tender kisses on his chest, before sitting up as she continued to look out across the room. She frowned as she saw the cup of coffee, still placed upon the kitchen table, as her mind started to wander back to her sister.

Newt opened his eyes and looked up at Tina, and then followed her eyes to the kitchen. He slowly sat up beside her, and then wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him, closing her eyes as he stroked her hair once more. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, breathing in to take in her scent; a subtle, sweet perfume mixed with rain.

"Where are you going to take me first?" She asked, her head still buried in his chest.

He thought for a moment, still absentmindedly stroking her hair.

"Hm. Well, I think London would be a good place to start."

"What will we do there?"

"I could show you the Ministry—I must warn you though, the way to get there is a bit strange."

Tina sat up, watching him as he spoke; she adored the way his eyes would like up as he described things, especially when it came to his creatures, but speaking about England in general always seemed to excite him. She didn't know how unaccustomed Newt was to being asked questions, especially about himself, so her constant curiosity about him and his life thrilled him.

"When I go to work, well, I stand inside a certain public lavatory, and I flush myself down."

She laughed, covering her mouth in order to not be too obnoxious; he smiled as he watched her, and took a sip of his wine.

"And why would you do that?" She had managed to stifle her laugher, and she took a sip as well.

"I'm not quite sure whose decision that was." He chuckled, looking down at the ground.

"But also, I would like to show you one of my favorite forests. There are a lot of magnificent creatures there… I-I spent a lot of my childhood exploring it."

Tina gently slipped her hand over his which rested upon his knee, and he turned to face her.

"I would love that, Newt."

He smiled shyly, his eyes creasing with delight. He felt an ache in his chest, wishing they could be there now; he would guide her through the trees, her hand in his as he pointed out every creature, telling her stories of his childhood discoveries. When he was lonely, he would run away into the forest, sometimes spending the night simply living among nature, meeting new creatures and learning the land; he could think of nothing better but sharing his escape with the woman he loved and trusted more than he had ever trusted another, for as long as he could remember.

"I-I was thinking, also, if you'd like… we could stop by my home. It isn't far from the forest, a-and I haven't seen my mother in quite some time. We don't have to do that, though." He stuttered as he spoke, never having brought a woman home before, and nervous that she would think he was being too forward. They had only met some days ago, after all, even though it felt like he had known her all his life.

Her heart skipped a beat; it took years for her to be introduced to Richard's family, and that was only because she nagged him to the entire term before Christmas break. Here Newt was, the kindest, most brilliant, most loving man she had ever met, already wanting to include her in his personal life. What could I have possibly done to be this lucky? She squeezed his hand, fighting the tears that were threatening to well in her eyes.

"That sounds lovely. Of course we can."

His smile now widened, before he quickly looked down, not wanting to appear too overly enthusiastic. Let's not scare her away now. She reached over to her glass, raising it in front of her once more.

"To London."

He looked up at the glass now raised before him, and he raised his from the table as well.

"Cheers."

"Cheers." She smiled back at him, before they touched glasses and each took a sip.

"I hope you know, we have to do all of the touristy things, too. I've never been to London before, so we will be visiting Big Ben, the Tower of London, taking bus tours… Oh! I have to try fish and chips as well."

He softly laughed, nodding before he took another sip from his glass.

"Of course. You do know, fish and chips is just—"

"I know. But I've never had them in London."

He laughed again, admiring her face that was bright with excitement; he examined every inch, doing all he could to commit it permanently to his memory. He knew that, although it was for a very unfortunate reason, he had been given much more time with her than he anticipated, but anything short of a lifetime would always feel too short.

Newt reached over to touch her chin, lightly caressing with his thumb as he gazed at her; she took a soft breath, mesmerized by his tender stare. She moved closer, sliding her hand up his thighs as she inched towards him. He slowly leaned forward and delicately took her mouth with his; she felt a flutter in her chest as she tasted the luscious taste of the wine on his lips. He pulled her into a gentle embrace, feeling her the softness of her skin as he touched her bare back; he slowly slipped his tongue inside her mouth, intensifying their kiss as a quiet, dulcet moan escaped her throat.

She slid her hands from his thighs to his abdomen, before gradually feeling up to his chest; she could feel his quickened heartbeat beneath her palm, and she smiled against his lips. He carefully held her waist, and moved her down to the couch to lay beneath him; as he climbed on top of her he stared into her eyes, luminous pools of warm mocha in the moonlight.

He couldn't find any words to say as his gaze roamed from her eyes to her lips, to the curves of her body beneath him. She reached up to touch his cheek, breaking his trance as he met her eyes again. Tina silently brought his face down to hers, passionately kissing him as they melted together once more.


A/N: Thank you all for being patient with me! Between my semester ending and the holidays, I haven't had any free time for much of anything. But, I'm finally free!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I was pretty excited to write them finally having some alone time again- I just love them together.

Anyways, thank you for reading, and thank you SO much for the feedback. Please let me know what you think! :)