Plunge In Deep [DISCONTINUED]

2 ~ You lunatic.

Newt.
Is.
Sleeping.
In.
My.
Room.

As the room plunged into darkness, Tina was heavily aware of the 6'2" figure occupying the space immediately to her left. The lights out, she blindly stumbled towards where she estimated her bed was. Both she and Newt shuffled along the carpet, only the slightest outline to warn them of obstacles.

Finally confident that her path was clear, Tina strode forwards, more than ready to collapse onto the soft bed. Though that confidence dissipated as her ankle caught on the nightstand, and Tina was sent hurtling towards the ground, her face scrunched, bracing for impact.

But it wasn't the impact she was expecting.

Her face slammed into a muscular wall as two arms wrapped around her waist, blocking what would have been a painful collision with the hard floor. The wall smelt like nature, like bonfires, like spices and baking.

Tina inhaled a breath, the scents wrapping her with a peaceful feeling, telling her to doze... doze...

Doze...

She snapped awake as the wall shifted, and she was increasingly aware of the amount of time she had been pressed against it.

No. She was not just about to doze into the scent of Newt Scamander.

Though, he did smell good--

She stood and jerked away from Newt, her face brighter than the sun.

Though Tina Goldstein must have jerked away too fast, as once again she was plunging backwards to the ground, once again two strong arms wrapping around her, pressing her to his chest. Her face was smothered in his shirt, and Tina noticed the strange material of his pyjamas. It was sort of leathery and smooth, slightly sweaty, toned and muscular--

That was no shirt.

Newt had no shirt on at all.

Letting out a somewhat-supressed squeak, she shot up, carefully stepping away from Newt while apologising profusely.

Newt, clearly aware of her frantic embarrassment, began chuckling. Whether it was to lighten the mood or to try and release some of the awkwardness, Tina didn't know. Yet she joined in, awkwardly laughing louder than anticipated. Mentally slapping herself, she scurried to her bed, letting the covers swallow her so she could never come out again, never have to face the embarrassment of talking to Newt again.

Boy, she was getting no sleep tonight.

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Newt stirred as the sounds of clanking pans and plates filled his home. Rubbing his eyes, he slowly arched his back, stretched his arms, and yawned louder than a lion.

A snort was heard from somewhere outside the room, followed by Jacob's shout; "Did ya get enough sleep there, Newt?"

Newt blushed and reminded himself to hold back on his yawns. But he was puzzled; it felt like it was quite early in the morning, and he was exhausted. So why were they commenting on his sleep? Was it some kind of joke he had missed?

Attempting to looks somewhat presentable before he approached his friends, Newt stumbled over to the tall mirror beside the wardrobe and smoothed his hair as best as he could. He didn't want to look too bad when he had guests over. Especially not when he had Tina over. The thought of Tina made him realise her presence was missing; she must have woken up early and managed not to disturb him. Which wasn't a hard task, Newt was quite a deep sleeper.