Crescendo: A Fantastic Beasts Newtina Fanfiction

Chapter 41

       Tina sighed as she leaned on a windowsill in Newt's apartment. She stared absentmindedly at the rain that was pouring down from the dark, gray sky. It lashed at the window, leaving a trail behind as it ran down the glass. Thunder roared in the distance, followed by a jagged flash of lighting that briefly illuminated the heaving sky. The rain was coming down thick and fast, and it almost looked as though sheets of water were falling from the sky instead of droplets.

       Tina jumped as a pair of arms encircled her waist, hugging her behind. She smiled as Newt rested his head on her shoulder. His scent drifted around her, the smell of the earth, wood, and ironically, rain. 

       "When did you become so bold?" Tina murmured, leaning back into Newt's sturdy warmth.

       "Hmph," Newt contemplated softly, "I guess you bring out the best in me."

       Tina rolled her eyes, but she didn't really mean it. "And when did you start using cheesy pick-up lines?"

       Newt lifted his head off her shoulder and leaned over to look at her. "Me? Cheesy? I don't think so," he huffed.

       "Then I'm afraid that's where our opinions differ, Mr. Scamander," the brunette said lightly.

       "I suppose you're right, Miss Goldstein. But I thought that was what kept things interesting?" he questioned, tipping his head to the side and grinning.

       "Mhmm, keep on thinking that," Tina laughed, though not unkindly.

       Newt returned his head to her shoulder, his chin nestling into the fabric of her shirt. Tina could feel his breath, and every time he exhaled, her hair was stirred by it, gently tickling her ear. Still marveling over this newfound confidence from the Magizoologist, she closed her eyes and leaned back further into his chest, sighing contentedly.

       The rain thrummed at the window, like the beat of a drum. It matched the steady pounding of Newt's heart, which she could distantly hear as her head rested comfortably on his chest. She relished the feel of his arms around her, and opened her eyes to fully enjoy the moment. Tina still couldn't believe that Newt was hers now, after all this time of yearning with mingled sorrow.

       She stared ponderingly out the rain washed window. Coldness was radiating from the chilly glass, but she could hardly feel it due to Newt's warmth that was enveloping her. As Tina looked at the torrential downpour of rain, she got an idea.

       "Let's go for walk," she suggested abruptly.

       Newt looked surprised. "Outside?"

       Tina rolled her eyes, this time with a touch of fond irritation. "No, let's stroll aimlessly around your apartment. Yes, outside," she said.

       "Tina, there's a storm out there," Newt reasoned, looking at her as if she was touched in the head.

       "That's the point," she insisted.

       Newt looked at her, then out the window, then back at her again. "I can see there's no hope in trying to convince you to stay inside?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

       "None at all," Tina confirmed. Mischief danced in her dark brown eyes, and she smiled encouragingly. "Come on, Newt. You're a Magizoologist. You've traipsed over frigid mountains and scorching deserts. Surely you can deal with a bit of rain?"

       The Englishman seemed to take this as a personal challenge. "All right," he decided. He offered his hand to Tina, who took it without question. "Let's go."