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Tina eased the bejeweled hair ornament off her head, massaging her aching scalp. If there's one thing she's certain of, the hair ornament wasn't the root of her headache.
About a year since Newt Scamander began courting her, Tina was introduced to England's tight-knit wizarding society.
To be honest, she felt intimidated by the grandiosity of the Ministry gathering they just escaped from. She usually would shy away from such events at MACUSA, opting to take a guarding duty outside the walls of MACUSA or simply feigning illness. Tonight, she strengthened her resolve to come. Newt, in his ever-endearing way, invited her to join him. I am quite sure my mother would love to meet the woman who charmed Pickett into staying home.
Throughout the night, Newt's unease exuded from his seemingly slim frame, but he held his dignified stance whenever he received congratulations for the success of his book. People from different walks of life kept reaching for his hand, having him pause on almost every step.
A large hand clapped Newt's shoulder. Tina felt Newt stiffen with the contact.
"Let me steal her for a moment, brother. Everyone's raving about this beauty, and it'll be a shame to keep her by yourself."
Tina turned around, facing eyes reminded her of the man in her arm. The cropped hair, sharper features, the commanding tone (that she rarely heard from the younger Scamander) distinguished the brothers.
She was quite wart of Theseus from what she knew of him. War hero. Seasoned duelist. Head of the Scamander family after the death of their father years prior. Cunning. Brave. Critical. Tina, with all the accolades she garnered, would never measure to the man who was about to lead her to the dance floor.
Theseus steered her somewhere in the middle of the crowd, quite distant from where Newt is currently discussing with a balding man. "How do you find this side of the Atlantic, Ms. Goldstein?" Theseus asked, peering at her with curiosity.
"Too rainy for my liking, but tolerable. I do miss the hustle and bustle of my hometown, though," Tina held his gaze, hoping her nervousness wasn't reflected in her face.
"I heard from my brother that you are an auror. Quite surprising of him. He tended to shy away from that aspect of the ministry. His…expertise could be quite problematic, if you must know."
Tina was relieved she was able to hold the outburst hanging at the tip of her tongue. "Well, we did meet because of our works. Your brother is a really interesting man, Mr. Scamander."
"Interesting indeed, but reckless," Theseus countered.
"Not exactly the word I'd use. More enlightening, if I may say so," Tina defended. She gripped the man's hand tighter, surprising him. "He's simply too kind for the likes of us to comprehend."
Theseus's eyes narrowed, his chilling gaze alarming Tina. "Are you certain we're still talking about the same person, or has your judgment been too distorted by your infatuation with Newton?"
"It seems like your jealousy has clouded yours," retorted Tina.
Suddenly, his body loomed hers as he pulled her down to a dip. His jaw twitched. "Watch out, Ms. Goldstein. I am simply looking after your well-being. President Picquery wouldn't appreciate losing one of her topnotch aurors at a time like this. My brother is a dangerous man to be associated with."
Theseus pulled her up with such grace, as if their conversation never happened.
Tina lowered her head, avoiding Theseus's gaze but catching the look of a familiar face from behind one of the Grecian pillars.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when the door suddenly opened, breaking the silence of her room.
"Is everything alright?" A hoarse whisper reached her ears. Newt's face was mirrored in the window as he walked closer, the familiar sound of his steps bringing a small comfort to Tina. He paused just behind her, the velvety texture of his robes against the exposed skin of her back. Tina took a sharp breath, watching him watch her. The moonlight washed their features to paleness, but the green of Newt's eyes appeared like timeless emeralds.
Tina answered his inquiry with a nod. "Thank you for bringing me tonight."
Newt bit his lip. "I'm very glad. I was an awful host to you, leaving you by yourself."
"It's alright. It's your night, after all."
"Still—"
"Hush now. As long as you enjoyed it, it's alright with me."
She felt Newt nod as he rested his chin against her shoulder, the smoothness of their skins colliding. Goosebumps rose from where his breaths tickle her. His arms snaked her waist, clutching her against his chest. The tightness of her posture melted against his body.
"Did my brother bother you?" He asked. Tina felt the rumbling in his chest with every word.
"Quite," she answered in honesty. "But the presence of Ms. Lestrange bothered me more."
Chapped lips touched the junction of her neck and shoulder, mapping routes up to the area of her mastoid. Her neck rolled back, as if guided by an invisible hand. Her action gave him access to the column of her neck, which he savored like a starving man. "Her tendency to cause disservice did worry me," he murmured, lips never breaking contact with her skin. A sigh escaped Tina's wet lips, and warmth began to pool on her lower abdomen.
"Don't patronize me, Newt," Tina plead, hand resting and gripping Newt's thigh. In one swift motion, she was facing the man.
When Newt spoke, traces of the awkwardness that he wore like an armor gave way to slow burn that thawed his inhibitions away. "You have had all of me tonight, Tina."
He pulled her to his angled mouth, open mouthed kisses coaxing Tina to give in. Her fingers slid his robe off and hastily removed his tie and shirt, displaying his well-muscled torso. Fingers raked against bronzed skin, slithering to his back. Calloused hands tugged on dark tresses, supporting Tina as she was lowered to the rugged floor. Her leg anchored Newt against her body, escaping her camisole dress.
His tongue traces her upper lips, emitting a moan from her caged body. With a grin painting his lips, Newt peppered kisses down the valleys and mounds of his lover's breasts. His teeth grazed her nipples; Tina gasped. Gaining access to his mane, she pulled his head back.
The haze of intimacy cleared from Newt's gaze, replaced by shock and a build-up of fear. Tina, cupping his face, laughed at his silliness.
"For you," she mouthed, tugging on the buttons of his slacks. She freed his sex and legs of garments, exposing the length and girth of his manhood. She leaned towards him, the tips of her breasts against his torso. The twitch of his cock indicated approval, signaling her to bite on the slope of his shoulder. It drew a quiet cry from the man, and as she stretched her naked form above him, she felt powerful. He massaged the length of his cock and paid attention to the sack of his scrotum, deft fingers exploring thoroughly as inherent of her. She touched her lips to every inch of flesh it can reach, feeling sinew tense with every movement. Her lips touched every scar, as if muttering a prayer. He responded with groans that became rougher and rougher until his seed spilled against her hand, his body shuddering.
She faced him, cheek resting against his abdominals.
When his hooded eyes regarded her, she knew the night was yet to end, thoughts of any impending doom temporarily forgotten.