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Part 1: the Scamanders return
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Mr. and Mrs. Scamander became Mr. and Mrs. Scamander on a brisk April afternoon. The air was crisp but not too cold, the clouds a fluffy white against sparking blue, and the groom’s smile alone was enough to imprint itself in the memories of anyone in attendance. It was a beautiful wedding, soft and sweet and something very uniquely unfussed yet charming. Tina wore a lace dress in white, Newt dark pants and white shirt with a dark waistcoat and bowtie. Only a few of the closest friends and family attended, and it was modest and untraditional by even the strangest wizarding standards. Yet, it was perfect for them, and the kiss that sealed them in marriage was one that left everyone cheering and applauding until the golden trail that circled them rested around the fourth finger of their left hands, marking them for life as husband and wife.
The party soon after included prohibited beverages and music to dance. The newly wedded couple danced and laughed and kissed and smiled but they saw no eyes or gazes except their own. Finally, it was time to depart for their short honeymoon - a simple suite in a slightly less modest establishment where the bubbly and delicacies were left untouched for skin and whispers of love and affection. And so it went that this evening they explored new things, and felt new things, and learned new things they never had shared before. Their love simply expanded until the room itself was not enough to contain them. They found themselves drunk in love, and even when Tina awoke sore and thoroughly sated, she still felt a warmth and hunger ignite her very core at the look in her new husband’s eye.
However, when the honeymoon ended and it was time to return, they soon remembered what was previously forgotten. They found their hands intertwined and Mr. Scamander whispered indecent and lustful promises in his bride’s ear that guaranteed another take of all their favorite explorations and positions upon returning home. Except their home, was not theirs alone, and this was when Mr. and Mrs. Scamander came to learn the new set of problems that arose by living with a legilimens sister when you are newly married...
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They walked home the following Sunday morning in a fit of giggles and hushed whispers of things thoroughly indecent and decadently sinful. Tina stumbled through the front entrance none too subtly with a fit of laughter and her husband’s fingers wound tightly around hers and his lips raking goosebumps over her spine as he whispered into her ear.
“Newt,” she half hushed and half laughed as he pulled her into spinning into his chest. He pulled her strongly against him with his arms immediately around her, holding her close as she smashed her pink lips against his deliciously plump ones.
He was such a fantastic kisser. His mouth was wide and his lips so scrumptiously plump and smooth and soft like a juicy piece of fruit she simply wanted to bite her teeth into at any given chance. His tongue hesitantly danced around hers and she had to withdraw all willpower to push away enough from her all consuming husband to speak.
“Newt,” her smoky voice, hushed and low did nothing to stop her husband’s ministrations, and when his lips started to kiss and lave the skin of her neck and his hands started to wander around the hem of her blouse she had to remember why exactly she wanted him to stop in the first place. “ Newt, we’re going to get caught.”
“Mmmmm,” he made a throaty sound of deep approval that reverberated from his throat through her lips to her skin and sent tingles of energy racing over her skin directly her toes. “ Let us be caught then.”
This time Tina laughed aloud, and Newt finally separated from her with a wicked smile and a burning green in his eyes that rushed quickly up the remainder of the stairs. He trailed close behind her, their hands never untwining, and his body heat still close and radiating through her clothing to her electrified skin. Tina had to remember how to navigate her bag as she fumbled for her keys and nearly dropped the entire thing when Newt boldly licked the shell of her ear with a soft stream of cold breath that made a shiver run down her body.
“I can not wait to get you to bed, Mrs. Scamander . I have so many things in mind.” He pressed the entirety of his body against her and Tina forgot to breathe for a moment feeling precisely how much he wanted her pressed hard against her thigh.
She couldn’t breathe, and now her entire body felt ignited and sharp, so much so that she gave up on the premise of keys all together, and flicked her wand still hidden in her coat to unlock the door.
Whatever Mr. and Mrs. Scamander had planned on doing once they stumbled into the apartment however, immediately came to an earth-shattering, screeching, halt.
“Teenie! You’re back!”
And suddenly Newt Scamander’s thoughts did not take a legilimens to read at all.
Newt immediately moved close behind his wife as they greeted Queenie Goldstein with smiles and warm wishes. Queenie noticed that the newly married man kept his distance however and refused to move from within the shadow of his wife, but she paid no notice. Newt could feel his skin boiling, his face and neck reddening and reddening as he strained to keep his composure and hide the evidence of his previous thoughts from catching the eye of the very perceptive witch. When the ladies moved towards the kitchen for a chat, he quickly made his exit, disappearing with a stumble of words towards one of the bedrooms and mumbling about having to fix something the entire way. Tina made her best effort not to project her thoughts onto Queenie, and the legilimens either didn't notice or refused to comment.
“I thought you were working today?” Tina regretted how upfront and crass the words were the moment she spoke them, but Queenie laughed it off.
“I came home early, silly. I had to see my big sister and her new husband as they returned from their honeymoon. What kind of host would I be if I didn't?”
Host. Tina hadn't even remembered the fact that her sister was now the sole tenant of the apartment.
“So you don't mind us staying here a few days until we find a place?”
“Of course not, Teenie.” Her soft and cheerful voice filled the room with the sound of something fine and happy, a sound so contagious even Tina had to smile as well.
An awkward silence fell then, and Tina was just beginning to wonder where her husband had vanished to when her younger sister made the executive decision to keep herself busy.
“I'm going to whip us up some dinner to celebrate. Maybe you should go make sure Mr. Sc... Newt ,” she quickly corrected herself. “...has fixed whatever it was that he needed fixing.” Time locked eyes with her sister and felt a harsh blush starting to creepy into her cheeks. Knowing too well her sister’s uncanny ability, Tina began doing everything in her power to focus on reciting all the old housekeeping spells she knew by heart and keeping her mind off of her husband and that thing he needed to take care of.
Her sister encouraged her to go again, and this time Tina didn't hesitate, standing in one quick second and nearly sprinting in the direction of which he had scurried off.
She found the door of the water closet closed and opened the it abruptly, not even bothering to knock and found Newt standing before the mirror, face and curls that fell over his eyes wet over closed eyes. Tina closed the door behind her for privacy and his eyes opened to meet her with a slow turn.
“Are you going to make a habit of blasting into the water closet without knocking?” His words were harsh but his tone teasing. Tina smiled at him, and in a moment of boldness, turned for a moment to lock the door behind her, then leaned her back against it. She admired her husband with her bottom lip firmly between her teeth and a look of hunger in her eyes. A delicious idea passed her mind and though he couldn't read it, he knew the look.
“Whatever you are thinking of right now, it is a very, very bad idea.”
She simply put a finger up to her lips in a Universal signal to hush before slowly making her way over to him, her eyes never leaving his. Newt swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing with the effort as she came up to him. Tina trailed one thin finger down the prickly skin of his throat and marveled at the immediate effect she had on him. Newt’s skin erupted in goosebumps in wake of her touch and his breath caught in his throat, the lowest him of anticipation purring from his chest.
“Sit down for me,” she whispered to him in a low and smoky voice. Newt hesitated for a moment, his eyes flying to the door for a moment, considering the legilimens and all the other ladies of the building that could hear them if they got to loud. In the end, he did as she asked, turning towards the toilet and sitting on the closed lid. Tina still watched him like he was the most delicious and decadent dessert anyone could ever serve her and she were ready to devour him. Her eyes trailed down over his off-white shirt and brown waistcoat until the rested on the very evident bulge in his trousers.
“Tina, I really don’t think…” she didn't let him finish, instead fishing out her wand, pointing it at his bottom half and immediately watching all the fastenings of his trousers spring undone instantly, his thick member came free of its confine and taut against his stomach.
Newt felt the cold air hit against his swollen heat but didn't respond -- his eyes were locked on his beautiful wife, the brunette witch sauntering towards him, swinging one leg over his knees, and then sitting firmly by straddling his thighs, facing him.
“You need to stay quiet,” she whispered softly just before kissing him. Newt’s entire body ignited, his skin becoming electrified and his senses clouding over as he hungrily matched her kiss with the fervor and hunger of a starving man. He loved this women.
Newt let his tongue tentatively swirl over Tina’s bottom lip, slippery and silky, and when she happily allowed his entrance, their tongues danced and curled and fought for dominance in a game that made his hands grip tightly against her waist and the blood in his veins swirl and swim in a new fervor that only she could elicit from him.
Tina’s finger stroked his thickness and Newt suddenly moaned something low and primal in his chest. Tina marveled at the immediate reaction she could elicit from the man in front of her, and honestly, took pride in it.
“Shhhhh,” she hushed him quietly after separating their mouths. Newt’s eyes shut tightly as both her hands wrapped around him. “Not a sound.” She kissed his throat, the rough and slightly prickled skin there scraping deliciously against the velvet of her lips. She let her tongue lave the area in synchronization with the twisting of her left hand on him and Newt choked, his head finally falling over until he buried his face into the side of his neck. Tina could feel his breath, hot and unsteady blowing against her skin as she began twisting one hand gently around his growing hardness.
“Oh... Merlin ...Tina,” Newt’s croaky voice was becoming ragged and harsher with each pull and twist of her exquisite touch. The noises he began panting were liquid and ignited, something drunk on need and hunger, and undeniable adoration.
“Oh, Tina, Tina, Tina, ” Newt was finding it increasingly more difficult to remain silent, the flurry of sounds and names only increasing with the rise of his impending explosion. In a moment of weakness he latched his mouth harshly to her neck, teeth pressed much less gently that intended into her soft and supple flesh. Tina immediately released a low and sensual groan of approval at the sensation of rough teeth digging into her skin, much to both of their surprise.
Newt started quivering, his fingers digging roughly into her waist, and his mouth massaging the bite on her neck and the sounds he was heaving growing from somewhere deep in his chest. He was close, dangerously teetering on the edge of oblivion, and Tina was well aware.
“Let go, my love,” she encouraged him gently with a soothing and velvety hum . The pace of her hands quickened, pulling and twisting up his freckled flesh for a moment longer until he finally fell over the edge. Newt finally keened, a rumble in his chest shaking his body in violent waves and tightening his muscles strong against her thin frame as he spewed his milky white release over her fingers and clothing. Tina stroked him until he was spent completely and the twitching and deep convulsing came to an end and Newt finally dropped all weight against the magnificent women holding him.
She held him close as he came down from his high and grew limp. Tina wiped one hand in his shirt and then rose it to gently stroke the bronze and slightly coppery curls at the nape of his neck as his ragged breathing mellowed out and regained a normal rhythm with the thunderous tempo of his racing heart. Tina’s fingers absently weaved into his hair and she let her short nails scrape tenderly against his scalp. Newt’s deafening heartbeat slowed and calmed and his breathing was just beginning to return to normal when he finally found the strength to speak.
“I love you, Mrs. Scamander. ” The last two words curled his lips and lit his eyes as he finally raised his head to her level and was able to meet her eyes. She smiled back something luminous and brilliant and automatic as if his words were all she had been waiting to hear.
“And I love you, Mr. Scamander. ” Their eyes fluttered closed and lips brushed against one another as she spoke.
“Can I make love to you now?”
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