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It was a warm and cloudless day in the region of Provence, So warm in fact that Newt and Tina had retreated from the sunny garden into the house again, where it was still somewhat comfortably cool.
It was Wednesday. Day two of their honeymoon in France, day three of being married to each other, and they had spent their time as any newly-wed couple would... with quite a number of lovely encounters of the very intimate sort. So, after having spent two entire days mostly inside the house (lovely as it was) they both had agreed to be a bit less... amorous today and enjoy the beautiful countryside surrounding them for a while. But...
...instead, they found themselves once more in their bedroom and leisurely kissing, one window thrown open to let in fresh and heavily scented air while a soft breeze billowed the light curtains. There was no hurry or urgency between them though, just soft and laguid kisses for the sake of kissing each other.
Newt's waistcoat was the first piece of clothing to go... thrown off unceremoniously before they laid down on the bed, facing each other with twin smiles. Their lips met, tongues twined together while hands trailed over still clothed backs and tangled themselves in short hair.
It took a while before the discarded yellow garment was joined by the white linen of his shirt... first unbuttoned to expose more skin, then untucked together with the lowered pair of braces, at last taken off entirely.
"Too warm," Newt complained with a grin when he broke their kiss to sit up and take it off.
"I know... what are you going to do about it?" she smirked.
Tina's summer dress followed to the floor shortly after, leaving her clothed in nothing but a light shift. Newt was not even surprised to see her without stockings or the likes of... after all she had spent most of the morning exploring the for her exotic vegetation of the back garden – barefoot and grinning.
They returned to their previous occupation, kissing and caressing each other unhurriedly, whispering sweet nothings into each other's skin all the while as the sun climbed even higher into the sky and warmed the room around them impossibly more.
"I think these should go too," Tina suggested with a grin, gently tugging at the trousers he still wore.
"Hm... you think so?" he teased and exaggeratedly looked down at himself in question. In fact he'd been thinking along the same lines already.
"Definitely," she replied with a grin and then started to expertly work on the fastenings to divest him of said piece of clothing.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her obvious eagerness to get him undressed... it had been her idea to take a little break from this after all. Not that he did mind... not at all. She was welcome to undress him whenever she wanted.
At last Newt found himself lying on his back in nothing but his underwear with an equally undressed Tina kneeling between his legs, hovering over him. Her deep brown eyes gazed down at him with so much love and affection he forgot to breathe for a long moment. How had he been so lucky as to find this wonderful creature... find her and keep her, too?
"My handsome husband," she stated with a matching sweet smile and brushed his unruly hair from his forehead.
He chuckled and gently squeezed where he was holding her at the waist. "I'm actually just the moderately good-looking husband to my breathtakingly beautiful wife, I'll have you know."
"Is that so?" she wondered. "Who else are you married to then?"
Newt grinned and traced a single finger over her cheek. "I'm the kind of creature that only chooses one mate, Tina. For life... or at least as long as you would have me."
She smiled at him, that shy but radiant smile she only ever seemed to use around him... when he had said or done something unexpectedly lovely.
"For life it is then," she confirmed and placed another sweet kiss onto his lips before pulling back and raising her eyebrow in question. "But really, 'moderately good-looking'? "
A slight blush stole itself into his face. "Well, I'm certainly not 'handsome' by any definition of the word... I consider myself incredibly lucky to have found someone who doesn't mind the mess of freckles and scars that I actually am."
He smiled up at her but Tina shook her head at his words.
"Darling, you're not a mess of freckles and scars..." She tangled her fingers with his locks. "There's also this lovely mop of stubborn reddish hair... and you know how much trouble I have keeping my hands out of it."
He couldn't help but grin at that. "Then by all means, keep them there. You know I like it."
Gentle pulls on his hair, nails scratching along his scalp... those were things that he never thought he would enjoy, but did rather a lot when Tina was the one doing so. Sadly, she didn't keep her fingers tangled in his hair but trailed them down his neck instead as she studied his face.
And Newt realised that he probably should have used his razor blade this morning and caught her hand as it brushed over the day's worth of stubble on his jaw.
"Sorry, I might have forgotten to actually shave this morning..."
"Don't worry, it's not too scratchy yet," she replied with a grin and put another kiss to his lips. "And it can actually be quite nice, under certain circumstances, to feel a bit of stubble scratch over my skin."
Newt swallowed. Yes, he had noticed her liking for that too...
"As for your freckles," she continued and traced a few of them across his face, "I love them. I love that you're covered in them... and that I'll find some whatever part of your body I'm looking at."
"You do, hm?" he inquired.
"Oh yes... they are entirely fascinating to someone who doesn't have them."
Tina moved her hand down to his shoulder and drew light patterns on his skin by connecting said freckles with a single finger, then she dropped her head to follow up with kisses. She slowly moved her lips over freckled skin, from his shoulder along the collar bones to the other side, then continued on down his torso.
She took her time peppering his chest in little nips and kisses, licking at his nipples even though she knew it did not have much of an effect on him. A pleasant little shiver ran down his spine all the same.
She also made sure to lave every scar she encountered on her way with kisses, down to even the most gruesome ones. In fact she spent quite a bit of her time paying attention to that uncomely gash at his side where he'd been hit by the cursed horn on a Dragon's tail. He was rather sure she did neither enjoy the sight nor feel of it under her lips, but she traced it all the way down to the waistband of his underwear anyway.
Newt suddenly realised what she was trying to do and why. Apparently that comment about being a 'mess of freckles and scars' did not come across as amusing as he had intended it to be...
His limbs were down at his sides by her own, but he managed to free his hand carefully and ran it up her arm and shoulder until he could cradle the nape of her neck to bury his fingers in her soft brown hair.
"Tina..."
She looked up at him with an apologizing smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean for this to feel uncomfortable to you."
He shook his head and chuckled, surprised that this was her first thought on why he stopped her. She did know his scars by now... and she also knew what did and did not feel uncomfortable. Kisses were certainly not on that list.
"It didn't. But you see, there no need to make me feel better about myself like this... I'm really quite happy with my looks."
Yes, he was comfortable in the way he looked and wouldn't actually want to change anything about himself, scars and everything. It was another thing entirely though not to think himself to be a handsome man or... desirable even. To the general populace anyway, Tina somehow seemed to be the exception there.
"So am I," she replied cheekily and traced a tender finger along the mark running down his side. "Scars and everything. But even so, I don't think I've had the actual chance yet to just... appreciate you like this."
Newt smirked. "Is that so? Actually, few times come to mind when you did just that though, your hands and mouth all over my skin... appreciating."
She giggled and looked up at him again. "True. Still I don't get to do that quite as much as I'd like to. You usually prefer making it all about me when we're together... Apparently Newt Scamander strongly dislikes being the centre of attention even in the privacy of a bedroom."
He let out a low chuckle and retracted his hand from her neck to rest it behind his head instead. "Then I'll try my best to not make it about you today... Do go on, please?"
She grinned and returned to placing kisses onto his skin, around the lower part of his scar at first, then all over the planes of his stomach. She dipped her tongue into his navel, repeatedly when he couldn't help but hum and tense slightly at the pleasant sensation. She so loved to tease him... and that was slowly but surely taking a toll on his self-control.
Tina chuckled at his reaction and splayed her hands over his tensed muscles. "You're hiding quite a well toned body under all your clothing," she stated. "I'm glad no one but me actually knows about that."
He looked down at her and found her smirking. "I could say the same for you, Mrs. Scamander. You're not just all soft skin and tempting curves either..."
"And I'm glad no one but you actually knows that," she replied.
They grinned at each other for a moment, then she resumed her previous activities of kissing and licking his exposed skin and slowly made her way further down his body. She nipped gently at his hip bone through the fabric of his underwear, and nuzzled his covered upper thigh before reaching bare skin again. There was another scar for her to lave in kisses, one where the bullet of a Muggle gun had grazed his thigh. And even more freckles to find and connect in abstract patterns... which she did all too happily.
Her touch was beginning to strongly arouse him, too. This had all started out slow and with no actual intentions to turn this into another romp between the sheets... at least on his side. But Newt couldn't help any such reactions while she was being so close to said reacting body parts, and caressing and kissing him all over. She knew that was something that never failed to have an effect on him...
"I know better than to assume those strong legs of yours stem from running away from danger," she told him in a teasing tone and looked up to meet his gaze again. "You don't run from any danger you may find out there in the wild... you usually get closer and try to gain it's trust."
He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. "Only when that 'danger' is a creature... There's actually quite a bit of running away from angry beasts and even more angry locals involved, at least until it's safe enough to apparate. I do try to adhere to the International Statute of Secrecy, you see..."
Tina chuckled and placed another kiss to his knee. "I hope that usually works better than it did when you first came to New York."
Newt paused and looked at her for a long moment before replying seriously, "I really don't regret that happening, you know?"
Tina frowned at him, but he could pinpoint the moment she understood his meaning. Him breaking the law was the one thing that had brought the two of them together after all.
Smiling, she crawled up his body again, eyes still locked with his until they were face to face again. Her hand cupped his cheek before she gave her reply.
"Neither do I."
Then she captured his lips in a heated open mouthed kiss... and all thoughts of keeping it less amorous today went out the open window when she shifted and pressed herself against him.
They were locked in that kiss for what felt like an eternity, nipping and licking at each other fervently, then their tongues met in a fierce and demanding dance hat was led by her.
A thigh pressed against his rapidly growing member, rubbing ever so slightly against him as she straddled his leg and continued to assault his lips with smouldering kisses long after their first kiss had broken. Her hands were in his hair, pulling and scratching slightly, and caressing his skin all over.
It was elation after the drawn-out light teasing of before... it was apprehension at the sudden change of mood in her.
"Tina," he gasped out once her lips had found a new target on his neck, nipping and sucking at the same spot which would surely leave a mark on him. "Please tell me this is going where I think it is," he requested breathlessly, "otherwise this needs to stop... now."
She released the skin she had been sucking on with a wet pop. "And where do you think this is going?" she inquired with a smirk.
He took a moment to catch his breath. "No more teasing, please... because I don't know what I can and cannot do to you today, not with what we agreed on this morning."
"Oh, Newt..." She chuckled silently and looked a little guilty. "I thought that had become quite irrelevant as soon as our clothes started to go."
Newt looked at her dumbfounded, then threw a had over his face and groaned in disbelief. All this time they'd been on completely different pages?
"We don't have to of course... if you'd rather not," she continued, confusion obvious in her tone of voice.
He snorted at her words and removed his hand to look at her with a smirk. "I think we might both have come to a satisfactory end already if I hadn't thought it to be completely off the table today."
Tina chuckled as she heard this. "And here I thought you just enjoyed taking it really slow after the last few days... I quite enjoyed that, actually."
He frowned. "And what was that incredibly not so slow and decent kiss just now?"
She scratched a hand lightly down his sternum. "There's only so much teasing a girl can take, darling... and that was me wanting something different after all."
Newt swallowed. "Right... I'd like that too," he admitted.
She smirked at him and sat up again straddling his thigh, then continued to pull her shift off by the hem. Newt watched with growing interest as she undressed slowly on top of him before she leaned sideways to drop the garment over the side of the bed and down onto the floor, completely bare.
The knowing smirk she gave him was too much. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped them over with an unexpected growl... there was only so much teasing Newt Scamander could take, as well.
She still grinned at him as he hovered over her, trailing a hand up her side until it reached the soft swell of her breast. He leaned down to lave her neck in kisses as his hand stroked over her breasts, peaking her nipples until she moaned out loud.
Her hands started fumbling with his underwear and pushed the fabric down his thighs where he continued to work them off by himself. Then Tina pulled him down on top of her and caught his lips in another smouldering kiss.
"Go on, I'm ready for you," she whispered and spread her legs for him to settle between.
Newt gazed at her in surprise and confusion, then chuckled. "I love to touch and taste you, though... you don't to take that from me, do you?"
He slid down her body, leaving a trail of kisses on his way. A pleased sigh escaped her as he swirled his tongue around the rosy buds of her peaked nipples, first one then the other, then licked into and round her navel before reaching the dark curls covering her mound.
He used his hands to stroke her as he worked his lips further down, and his fingers found her quite wet for him with her lips slightly parted already. Almost ready indeed...
Joyfully he licked at her, eyes falling shut in pleasure at the wonderful taste of her on his tongue, then he made her sigh and twitch as his tongue teased over her hidden clit and into her.
"Newt, please..." He knew what she wanted, but she was not entirely ready for that yet.
"Shh... soon, love," he soothed her. "I don't want to hurt you."
Her being wet and wanting did not directly equal being ready to go, they had learned that not too long ago... Newt returned to teasing her with his mouth as he worked a calloused finger into her and Tina hummed in delight, grasping tightly at the hand he was not currently using on her. He watched her throw her head back into the pillows as he sucked lightly on that sensitive little nub, then again when a second finger breached and stretched her.
He worked her sufficiently open to receive him... and then he retreated again with one last kiss to her thigh.