Newt/Thomas Sangster One Shots (warning: smut)

Bulls and Horns ~ Short story #2 (part two)

I left home at around five-thirty PM, wearing jeans, a white shirt, a black leather jacket, and Thomas' coat overtop.

I walked all the way to Arcadia diner next to the bay and arrived just as the sun was setting. The warm air and sweet smell of coffee welcomed me as I opened its doors and stepped inside.

"Hey Rosie, over here," I heard his voice call to me.
"Hi," I said nervously as I sat opposite him.

"That coat looks good on you," he said with a side smile.

I just laughed quietly and took it off, handing it over to him.

"So," he sighed, "What d'you wanna talk about today?"
"Uh..." I replied, not really sure what he meant.
"I mean, it seems to kind of be our thing. To just talk and talk about things," he said, "maybe I'll come up with something,"
"What would that be?" I asked, intrigued.

"There's something I've been wondering recently, especially after seeing what went on in that party," he started, "and I was wondering to myself as I sat in the corner of that overcrowded room, thinking to myself is that really how girls like to be kissed?" He asked himself.

"I wouldn't know, I wasn't really there for long,"

"I guess not," he sighed, "but let me just describe it - I mean, those guys looked like washing machines! They looked like they wanted to clean their faces!" He exclaimed, making me burst out with laughter.

"Well, I don't know much about kissing but that doesn't sound so fun," I laughed.

"Exactly what I thought, those guys don't really know what they're doing," he shrugged.

"Oh, and I suppose that you do?" I teased.
"Oh yeah," he nodded, "not trying to brag, but I'm seasoned when it comes to that." He sat back and crossed his arms.

"Oh really?"
"Really."
"I bet you're a virgin," I laughed.
"Well...maybe I'm a virgin but I know my stuff ok?" He replied defensively.
"I doubt it, guys this age don't know up from down when it comes to how girls want to be kissed," I stated.
"I bet I do." He replied.
"Highly doubtable," I shook my head.
"Wanna bet?" He asked.
"Alright then, go and kiss that girl over there," I pointed to a group of popular-looking girls from another school.

"You're crazy," He shook his head.
"And you're supposedly so good at kissing that no girl can resist you," I smiled triumphantly, "so if you want to prove it, go and kiss that girl,"

"Fine," he huffed, "you'll be sorry."

He got up casually and approached the girls.
"Hey ladies, some girl over there wants me to prove I'm a great kisser. Could you just help me for a few seconds?" He asked.

"Why don't you just kiss her...?" She said as if it were obvious.
"Well...uh, see that's not really—"
"Yeah! Come on, just kiss her!" Another said.
"I can see you're doing great." I said sarcastically over to him, causing the girls to snigger.

He walked back a little defeated.
"Why wouldn't she do it?" I asked, unable to hear what they were saying over the loud noise of the coffee machine.

"Eh, no reason really," he said, "let's get outta here," he changed the subject.

"You guys are so cute!" I heard one of them say to us as we left.

"Oh, we're just friends," I laughed back to them.
"Well, she is - I'm not, but it's fine," he shrugged and turned back toward the door.

"Uh...Okay," I laughed, "so you wanna come back to my place for a while?" I asked before I could stop myself.