Newt/Thomas Sangster One Shots (warning: smut)

One shot #10 ~ Prioroties

(((coming home from a long night out with some old friends)))

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"I missed them, tonight was really fun wasn't it?" I sighed as we entered the elevator going up to his apartment.

"Yeah, although I didn't really notice much of them. I couldn't keep my eyes off you tonight. You look really..." he paused and sighed and his eyes travelled down my body, "stunning." He smirked.

"You don't clean up so bad yourself, Mr. Sangster." I teased. He laughed as more people entered with us, another four. We gave each other the eye.

He knew I didn't like crowded elevators, ever since one stopped I'd been a little skittish when it came to them.

Thomas bent down to tie his shoe lace on his brogues, a lady looked at him for a second but turned away again. I closed my eyes and hoped the ride would be short, or that is until something else occupied my mind.

I felt thomas' warm hand on my ankle, then my calf, my thigh...I swallowed hard. I knew if I made any noise, someone would know.

He snaked his hand under my dress and started rubbing his thumb along my satin underwear. I bit my lip to hold a gasp.

"You alright love?" He smiled warmly.

I didn't respond, I just grabbed his blazer to stop myself from loosing my balance. I even had to bite the edge of my purse to keep myself from moaning.

He looked at me again, and as I dared to look back, he slipped two fingers into me.

I gasped and coughed to try and disguise it, a couple looked at me quizzically before the elevator doors opened everyone left with us.

"Thomas! What was that?!" I smacked his shoulder with my purse. (—which now had bite marks on it)

He didn't answer. Instead he pushed me up against the door to his apartment and attacked my lips.

I almost fell over as he opened it, but he picked me up just in time and wrapped my thighs around his torso.

I felt a buzz in his blazer. He sighed loudly and set me down, mouthing just a second as he took his phone to his ear.

"Are you kidding me?" I laughed and weakly threw my purse at him.

He actually took the call? How rude.

I decided to go to the living room and practice my snooker skills on the pool table, seeing as priorities had seemingly gone out of the window here.

He came back five minutes later, looking surprised to find me there.

"Where were we?" He said, loosening his bow tie and smirking devilishly.

"Ah-ah-ah, Mr. Sangster." I put my hand on his chest, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

"You made me wait, now it's your turn." I smiled and walked over to grab myself a Cue.

"Well, snooker it is." He sighed and took off his jacket. Though it must've been hard for him, he was so used to me being putty in his hands. Not that I wasn't. It was hard for me too. I mean, come on. He was so sexy, and I knew he was doing all this on purpose.

"If I win, you need to promise me that you'll do that thing in the elevator more often." I tried not to laugh, but he laughed for me.