The Potions Master and the Magizoologist

Scars

--Note: It will be from reader POV, so the reader will be Elliott. If there is anything that doesn't fit you, simply change it to be what you like–
​    In the past few days, you had grown to despise Percival Graves more and more. The dark wizard had left you with a terrible burn scar on one side of your face. It destroyed your confidence, and you couldn't stand to see the charred skin any longer.
    You were standing at the table in the lab Newt built for you in his case. This had been the 27th try on making a scar removing potion.
​    "Darling, I really don't see why you need to be doing this," Newt commented from the doorway that connected his shack with yours. You paused in your work and glanced up at him. His hazel eyes were cast downward, his hair flopping over his forehead.
​    "Because I can't stand to see this hideous thing anymore," you sighed in exasperation.
​    "You are not hideous, Elliott," Newt argued.
​    "Newt, please. I need to do this," you said as tears stung your eyes. Newt sighed.
​    "Don't work too hard. I'm repotting the bowtruckle tree, if you need me," Newt said and shut the door. You began working diligently yet again.
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​    It was about a half an hour later. You heard the door to Newt's shack open and close. With a tired groan, you tried yet another brew of the potion. You looked to the mirror, expecting nothing. But the patch of scar that you applied the potion to was gone.     Excitedly, you applied it to the rest of the scar.
​    Finally, you thought. With the potion taking effect, the scarring disappeared, leaving only a three inch line across your cheek. You danced from one foot to the other happily and flung the door open.
​    "Newt! The potion- oh," your gasped lightly. Newt froze, arm halfway into a clean dress shirt. You reveled in the sight in front of you. Scars littered his muscled chest and arms, some large, some small. Newt's face grew red from your admiring stare.
​    "U-Um, the- the potion worked," you stuttered, biting your lip. Newt gave a small smile, both of you forgetting about the dress shirt that was now in a pile on the floor.     You skipped happily over to the table by the wall, pushed aside the cluttered mess, and plopped yourself on the wooden surface.
​    "I can see that. You look stunning, as always," Newt teased and moved to stand in front of you.
    "There's still one right there." He traced along the white line on your cheek with one hand, the other on the table by your leg. You leaned into his hand.
​    "I don't mind. It's like all of yours," you muttered. You reached a hand up and hovered over the start of the largest of Newt's scars.
    It ran from the middle of his chest to his hip. You lightly traced along the scar, making a shiver run down Newt's spine. Newt now had both hands on either side of you, gripping the table. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Laughter bubbled from you, and you lifted Newt's head up. You pressed your lips to his with your hands cupping his face.
​    Newt gripped your hips and deepened the kiss, to your delight. The pads of his thumbs rubbed circles into your hips, and you moaned slightly. The Hufflepuff pulled away, allowing himself to look you in the eyes. You rested your forehead on his, drinking up the rare moment of eye contact. Newt's mouth ghosted over yours.
​    "You are..." Newt's breath fluttered over your lips. He gave you a quick peck before showering you with kisses all over your face. Getting a bit rougher now, he trailed down your jaw and onto your neck, then back up to your ear. "Breathtaking." Sparks ran down your spine.
​    "If I'm breathtaking, then that would mean you're irresistible," you whispered. Newt's eyes shot back to yours. He stared for a moment.
​    "How did I end up with someone so perfect?" Newt asked before kissing you roughly. Your mouth molded with his. He bit your bottom lip, then shoved his tongue into your mouth.
     Newt's tongue danced with yours, pulling another moan from your throat. Suddenly, he drew back, and you made a sound of annoyance. His eyes scanned your body in scrutiny.
​    "What?" You asked breathlessly. Newt smirked.
​    "Well, my love, it just seems so unfair," Newt started and dragged his fingers down your back to your ass.
​    "W-What does?" You jumped slightly at such an intimate touch. Newt ran his tongue from your collarbone to your ear, causing goosebumps to rise up on your skin.
​    "I'm here in just my trousers and you're still fully clothed," he whispered. Another shiver ran through you when he tugged your earlobe with his teeth and the edge of your black t-shirt with his fingers.
    He pulled your shirt up painfully slowly all while sucking just below your ear. After ages of teasing you, Newt pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in your shorts and bra.
​    The wizard moved from your neck to your chest. He delicately ran his lips along the edge of your bra before sucking and nipping at the exposed skin above it. Newt kissed down the space between your breasts, and you tangled your fingers in his hair.
    Pulling lightly on the honey colored curls drew a deep moan from your boyfriend. He feverishly pressed another kiss to your mouth, letting his tongue run along yours sloppily. His hands explored every inch of your body.
    You reached down and palmed Newt through his trousers with one hand and worked at his belt buckle with the other. More moans from Newt had you working faster until-
​    "Oh, goodness me!" A female voice spoke from behind you. Both of your heads snapped up to see Queenie, Tina, and Jacob standing on the stairs of the entrance of the case. You felt your face burn a bright red, going all the way to the tips of your ears.     Newt, however simply look very, very annoyed. He turned so that you could hide your face and half naked body from the trio in his back. He crossed his arms in front of him with one eyebrow cocked up.
​    "Alright, ladies, how 'bout we wait outside the case. Obviously we interrupted something," Jacob said as he caught on. The baker ushered the Goldstein girls out of the case. Newt looked back at you, fully clothed, and pouted. You giggled and gave him another peck.
​    "Let's go!"