Note: Season's errands got me rushing everywhere this week. I apologize for the delay, especially in Where Poppies Grow. Anyway, a cute little thing I thought of while being pampered myself earlier today. I. Couldn't. Resist.

Standard disclaimers apply. Also, modern AU.

Tina sipped on her glass of wine, relishing the sweetness on her tongue as she watched fire lick on wood. The sentimental streak of her husband with his former school house paid off with the cooling blows of autumn.

She had to admit, pampering herself for a day was a refreshing experience. At first, she felt really incensed with Queenie taking things to her own hands and interrupting with her daily work. Once the masseuse's hands began rolling and pressing on her tense back muscles, all thoughts of making Queenie's life a bit more difficult flew off the window. The masseuse's hands had more magic than any magical reserve she knows (figuratively, that is).

Being an auror has always been a joy to her. Tina likes having to delve into things – investing time and energy to get to the ends of the matter. She likes being right and having control over her work and personal life. She did need to have her wits intact; raising Queenie required her to do so. She loves her sister dearly, but Queenie and her quirks needed time getting used to.

And Newt – Merlin's beard. She loves the man with all that she has, but dealing with his creatures could be a handful. She couldn't remember the last time she had to worry about one of them wreaking havoc in their house. Generally, they're well behaved and their parcel of land served as some sort of haven for them (thanks to Newt's preparedness for anything creature related). However, the past few days had the creatures needing both her and Newt's attention – the erumpents' mating finally becoming fruitful, Pickett the bowtruckle becoming sick, Norris the niffler getting handsy with Jacob's mother's necklace that had him missing in the Kowalski's abode…the list went on.

Thank Merlin for Queenie's perceptiveness. The girl day was the most relaxing thing she'd done in a while.

She loved the foot spa. The pedicure, in particular.

The nature of her work rarely had her wearing the less practical high-heeled shoes Queenie usually runs with at work. She would rather stick to her sensible loafers or low-heeled boots while running around instead of risking tripping because the heel of her shoe got caught in some gutter. At home, she would prefer walking around in the cushioned slippers her sister gifted her on her last birthday. Newt, despite being awkward at first glance, was agile as required by his day job, and chasing each other at their spacious home is easier done barefoot.

She couldn't wait for him to come home.

Tina looked at her freshly scrubbed feet and painted toe nails, smiling at the sight of pale yellow polish contrasting her skin. She didn't expect it to look well with her, and yellow is one of the last colors she would have worn. She could have opted to paint darker tones on her toes, but the yellow made her quite…happy. At first, it was timely and poetic because of the season, but gut feel told her to go for it.

She wouldn't deny she's become quite sentimental as well. An expressive sentimental, that is.

The creak of their heavy front door through her thoughts, followed by heavy footfalls. Tina sipped on her wine, listening as Newt laid his suitcase on the floor and removed his shoes. She could imagine him hanging his well-worn coat as he trudged towards the sitting room.

"You didn't have to wait for me," the gruffness of his voice washed over her. Tina turned to him, watching as he removed his waistcoat and loosened his shirt. She placed her wine glass on the table, rising to her knees and taking over his hands.

She worked on the buttons of his shirt, sliding it off to the carpeted floor silently. She could sense his gaze at her as she proceeded to his slacks. He stood before her, quiet and unwavering.

Finishing her work, Tina pressed her back against the arm of the couch, giving space for Newt to sit. The man relented. Tina rested her feet on the table, crossing her ankles. She heard Newt take a sharp breath before he moved to the floor.

Smirking, Tina reached for the mess of copper waves. "I missed you today."

The roughness of Newt's hands was familiar to her skin, welcoming his ministrations. His thumb grazed the prominence on the lateral aspect of her foot, drawing circular patterns on its entirety. Chapped lips press on her knee, kisses punctuating the length of her exposed leg. He would murmur 'soft' and 'beautiful', then teasingly graze his teeth at her ankle. Tina gasped, almost withdrawing her foot if not for Newt's grasp. The man grinned, lacing her toes with his fingers.

"You wear my school colors well," he complimented, dropping a kiss on the plane of her foot and making it twitch. "Ticklish, aren't you?"

Tina couldn't control the blooming roses on her cheeks.

With a boldness he rarely showed, Newt grasped her thighs, pressing the length of his body against Tina's thinly covered one.

The night would be spent mapping all her ticklish spots (and his).