Fantastic Beasts Stories

(NSFW) Newt & Tina: You Love Me That Way?

"Are you alright to go back to sleep?" he whispered tenderly.

She shook her head slowly, her forehead brushing against his shirt, sending tingles throughout his body.

"I can't..." she whispered so quietly that it took him a few seconds to interpret what she'd said.

"Humans can't function properly without sleep," he told her, a hint of teasing in his voice--had she heard him correctly?

"I know..." she murmured. "But coffee can always replace sleep."

"It would take a lot more than a cup of coffee to make up for your lack of sleep," he responded knowingly, fingers still combing through her hair.

"Yeah," she acknowledged in a whisper. A few content moments passed in silence. "Thank you."

"What on Earth for?" Newt mumbled in his typical fashion.

"Staying here with me," Tina elaborated softly, turning her head to look him in the eyes.

"I couldn't imagine doing otherwise," he replied, lips hinting at a smile.

"I don't deserve you," she murmured.

Instead of explaining that she did deserve him, that she deserved more than him, Newt whispered, "Nor I, you."

She sighed and unwrapped her arms from around his neck, letting them fall to her sides awkwardly. He moved to get off the bed, but Tina grabbed his hand, causing him to stop.

"Stay," she whispered.

"I'm not leaving, I'll just be--"

"Stay. Please," she pleaded. Her eyes conveyed what she couldn't with words: Because I need you.

Newt moved back towards her, tucking her hair behind her ear, and she leaned into his touch, her breath hitching.

"We need to sleep," he murmured, lost in her eyes.

"I'd rather not be woken up by another nightmare," Tina murmured in protest.

They were barely an inch apart, and the two each swallowed down their fears. A high pitched noise came out of her throat, and that was it; he couldn't help himself. Newt captured her lips with his own in a kiss that was anything but awkward.

She was surprised at first but quickly melted into him, a soft sigh escaping her lips when he gently bit hers. Their tongues met in an intricate dance for a few moments before they pulled away for air. He kissed his way down her jawbone to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, eliciting a quiet moan.

Suddenly Newt pulled away, causing Tina to huff in protest.

"We shouldn't do this," he murmured, not meeting her eyes.

"Why?" she asked genuinely, leaning closer to him.

"I--you--we--you're not--well, um, you--you're seeing someone. Currently," he managed.

"What?"

"Tolliver. Achilles Tolliver."

"No... we're simply good friends. It's... it's a complicated story. Later, alright?"

"Are--are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure."

He gave her a small, relieved smile, and met her eyes for a moment before skittering away.

"We still shouldn't do that. It's inappropriate," Newt voiced.

Tina's hands found his, and she brought their palms together, lacing their fingers. The gesture said: I don't mind. Do you? He didn't.

He brought one of his hands to her cheek and cupped it for a few seconds before redirecting it and brushing his fingers through her hair.

"You're very beautiful," he told her breathlessly, and she pursed her lips, momentarily confusing him.

Then he looked her in the eyes: Really?

"Really," he replied to her unspoken question.

She smiled, and leaned towards him, capturing his lips in a tender kiss.

"This is nowhere near what I thought would happen tonight," she told him, recapturing his lips in numerous kisses.

"Me neither," he mumbled before pulling away.

Tina made an impatient sound in the back of her throat but quietly let out a gasp when Newt pulled her closer to him so she was straddling him. He captured her lips in a delicate kiss, tracing her bottom lip with his tongue. She melted into him as he moved down to her throat, nipping and suckling, and she tilted her head back, a moaning.

"I thought it would take you longer," Tina told him during a momentary pause.

"To do what?" Newt asked, and she brushed his fringe away from his eyes.

"Kiss me. I thought that it would take a few years for you to work up the courage."

He gave a small smile. "I reckoned that you'd be the one to kiss me. I didn't think I'd ever work up the courage, and I assumed that if you wanted to kiss, you'd eventually get fed up with waiting and do it yourself."

Tina smirked at him, her eyes pinpricks of light in the darkness of the room. "That was your plan?"

"I suppose..."

"You're lucky I'm already in love with you because that's a stupid plan."

"You--you... love me?" Newt repeated questioningly.

A flash of fear passed in her eyes, and she looked away from him. "I... yes. I am... quite sure of that now. Do... do you not reciprocate?"

"No, I do. I very much do," he told her with a smile, and he brought his lips to hers once more.

Dawn would find them as a tangle of limbs and blankets; pure bliss, soon to be interrupted by an announcement of breakfast.