Note: I was too giggly about this I need to stop.
Anyway, disclaimers apply. Enjoy.
Queenie thought it was ridiculously sweet. They were in the middle of a chase between magical beasts and the government, and should be worrying about the suspicious environment being harbored in Gnarlack's hidden bar. She could easily pick up Tina's nervousness as she listened to her escape plan, as well as Jacob's curiosity and wonder of the peculiar beings around him (at least for him). Newt's thoughts run about a mile a minute – no, a mile a second – but a recurrent theme caught her attention.
A small jar, or a teapot to secure the newborn occamy. Dougal would probably spoil him, which could be advantageous. His mothering instincts are really endearing. I think Tina will make a great mother someday, the way she cares for her sister and others who need protecting. There is no need for her to do this, really. I've been such an inconvenience—
The sudden cut in his train of thought caused Queenie to glance upward, and from her place she could see Tina inconspicuously reached for Newt's hand under the table. Queenie wanted to laugh as redness immediately crept up his nape and his cheeks.
It's a wonder how soft the palms of her hands are, given how hardworking she is. Just—
Images of her sister's hand palming Newt's face flashed in her mind. Newt then covered it with his own, placing delicate kisses up Tina's arm. Reaching her wrist, he kissed her pulse point lightly at first. He repeated the action after, now kissing deeply with his tongue grazing her skin. Tina's hand balled to a fist, and Queenie surmised that it was taking a lot of her self-control not to grab the man. Newt proceeded with his ministrations, up to the familiar curve of Tina's shoulder's. He buried his nose at the angle of her neck, playfully biting on the plateau her bones formed. Tina let out a cross between laughter and sigh.
Queenie shook her head, as if doing so will remove the scandalous ideas she's just seen. But hell, who cares?
Purposefully, she approached the two, now seated apart.
"Would you like me to grab you both drinks? I'm feeling quite…parched with all the moving we've done." Queenie sent a look at Newt, who stiffened upon hearing her voice. Tina nodded before looking around once more, whereas Newt consciously touched his bowtie in distraction.
Queenie, please spare me. I apologize. I shouldn't…I forgot. It's inexcusable—
Catching his eye, Tina gave him a wink, patting his shoulder on her way. She heard Pickett the Bowtruckle laughing from his coat pocket, as if knowing about his embarrassment all too well.
She is no clairvoyant, but Queenie is definitely looking forward to teasing both Newt and Tina when it finally happens.