Newt Scamander Preferences

When You Make Love Not War (smut) (& Plotline Announcement)

A/N: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this chapter isn't gender neutral. I didn't want anyone to feel excluded from these chapters. I wanted this book to be a place where anyone could read it and not have to mentally alter the genders. I'm sorry.

I did have an amazing chapter all written out but then it was accidentally deleted and unable to be recovered and since I have the flu, I had to improvise. So yes, the chapter below does contain different font changes, as I had an editing problem where everytime I wrote 'Newt', spellchecker changed it to Nowt. I got nowt time for moronic software.

I'm just not feeling my best today and writting this chapter, I felt like I had a huge pressure on my to make it amazing. You, Dear Readers, are incredible. Your comments make me laugh and smile. Therefore, I never want to disappoint you.

Thank you for reading this A/N, I hope that you enjoy this chapter." said the author whilst sipping at a cough syrup martini.

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The sunbeams seeped through the cracks in the heavy, charcoal curtains. Daytime had finally arrived.

You could feel the soft, cotton sheets beneath your fingers, caressing your bare skin as you lay in the four poster bed, staring up at ceiling with a content smile on your face.

Warmth from the sunlight tickled your face, with everything bathed in a golden glow, you could almost swear that you were in heaven.

The soft sensation of a kiss to your shoulder, brought you away from your thoughts and back to the adonis above you.

Using his arms to support him, Newt smiled down at you, before biting his lip. You couldn't help but notice how beautiful the cupid's bow looked, when slightly bruised by your passionate kisses.

He shifted his weight slightly, gazing at you with a look of the utmost affection and longing. The movement caused the sun rays to be cast upon his body, causing his expanse of pale skin to be illuminated in lustrous gold.

You observed as his eyes shone from pale blue to fire whiskey amber and his pupils, dilated from the mere sight of your body.

Unable to help yourself, you reached out to run a hand through his soft, auburn hair. He closed his eyes, enjoying the almost erotic gesture. Occasionally, you gently tugged on a random lock, eliciting a whispered moan from the male.

Your fingers slowly made their way to the top of his neck, where you gently guided his down to you. He obeyed your silent command, lowering himself upon you.

Soon you were both chest to chest, paused for a moment, as you allowed yourselves a few minutes to just appreciate one another's company.

The handsome male brought a hand to your cheek, cupping it slightly as he ran a thumb across your cheekbone, tracing the outline of one of the many bruises and cuts on your face.

"You're so beautiful." he murmured, watching your expression carefully.

He noticed the way your brow creased ever so slightly whenever he complimented you so and felt his heart skip a beat when your eyes finally lit up with happiness and embarassment.

No matter how many times he told you how perfect you looked, you never seemed to quite believe him. It was one of your flaws, one he fully intented to eradicate, permanently.

"You're not too bad looking yourself." you uttered, smirking in the process.

Your commented caused Newt to snort with laughter, the sound softly echoing throughout the room. "Always the charmer." he growled, nuzzling at your neck, nipping at the delicate skin. You were already marked in several places by Newt but you certainly didn't mind a few more from him. "You always know how to keep me on my toes."

You gasped and giggled as Newt continued his pleasurable attack on your skin. "We'd grow boring if I didn't."

"Quite right." he quipped.

You suddenly groaned as you felt something rather suggestable brush against your leg. "Mmm, ready to get a little more explicit, Scamander?"

Peppering your jaw with butterfly kisses, he nodded in agreement.