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It was during their return journey from England that Newt and Tina became intimate again. They worked together in his case one evening after dinner in the ship's mess hall, doing the feeding rounds and giving his beasts the attentions they wanted or needed.
And some time after that somehow they ended up giving each other their attentions too, with kisses and tentative licks and touches... so many wonderful touches of skin on skin.
He had caressed her thoroughly, enjoying the feel of her soft and warm skin under his hands and then under his lips was well, nipped and licked at what he knew to be her sensitive spots. But there was one part of her he discovered he wanted to kiss especially... kiss and taste. A part he didn't know if he was actually allowed to caress like that.
It would absolutely be better to ask her first, but Tina was already writhing from his ministrations and in no position to make such a decision. So he settled for not doing it after all, instead using his hands again to pleasure her... and she reacted most beautifully.
But curiosity got the better of him and while she was still blissed out and coming down, he dared to take a lick from the glistening silky fluid that covered his fingers. Only once, when she didn't see. It tasted... divine.
He spent the rest of their journey regretting that one little self-indulgent act. He wanted to do it again, to taste her. Properly this time, kiss and suck at her and give her pleasure in that way too.
He knew that the impulse to lick and taste was not considered abnormal in the world of beasts... and humans were basically beasts, as well. Though beasts with a very confusing set of restricting social rules that also varied incredibly from population to population. He didn't think himself to be particularly perverted for wanting this... but then again, he was slightly different from people. Always had been and always would be. What might be considered a normal thing to want or do in his mindset could have likely catastrophic consequences if proposed aloud for all he knew.
So he resolved to keep his desires tightly shut up inside his mind... for now.
The next time they were intimate, he took his time teasingly undressing Tina. Her step-ins were the last to go and he slowly kissed his way up her leg again, over her knee and her thigh. He could smell her, the soft scent of female arousal, from where he put kisses on her inner thigh and his desires flared up again.
He abruptly changed his position, quickly moving up to kiss and caress the swell of her breasts instead to elicit the most beautiful sighs from her. His hand took care of her again while his lips busied themselves far above her waist and there were no complaints from her. None at all.
When she touched and stroked his hard length afterwards, wrapping herself around him from behind once more, he finished with his face buried in his hands... and with the enticing lingering scent of her nectar in his nose. He hadn't meant for it to happen like that, but it was the one push he had needed to fall over the edge.
He was just the smallest bit mortified, twitchy and unable to settle into the blissful feeling that usually befell him afterwards. And for the first time left her alone in their bed down in the shed to go out and make one last round through the suitcase, make sure everyone was settled in for the night when he himself was unable to.
When he returned, much later than he had intended to, she was already deeply asleep and still as naked underneath the blankets as he had left her. Sleep came to him fast when he joined her again, too exhausted to think about the events of earlier anymore.
He woke up alone the next morning, Tina had already left for work.
He spent the day awkwardly trying not to think about his act of indecency the previous night, unintended as it had been. It could certainly not be considered normal to be that stimulated by scent or taste... not for a human anyway. Tina could never know.
She came home late from work that night, another unanticipated raid in the early hours of the evening she had been called in on. She kissed him soundly, cuddled close to him underneath the blankets, fell asleep in his arms. Not a word about his strange behaviour last night.
Those came some days later, after an evening out with their friends. Newt and Tina had returned to the Goldstein flat, which had gradually become 'their' flat more than anything these days as Queenie was seldom home for the night anymore. They had been to that Muggle restaurant again and spent quite a big portion of the night dancing and laughing, enjoying themselves.
Back home, alone in their flat, his good mood had changed slightly though. There was a distinct possibility that Tina would want to fool around again, but he wasn't sure if he could face that other, beast-like part in him again. Or keep it in control this time around. He wouldn't want to risk that.
"Newt, darling. Would you tell me what's wrong?" Tina asked when she noticed the change in him.
He looked at her in surprise for a moment. "What do you mean? Nothing is wrong, Tina."
She shook her head at him and continued in a concerned voice. "You've been distracted and twitchy for days now, don't think I didn't notice it... and more so when we're alone together."
She was right but he couldn't possible tell her why that was.
"I'm fine, love," he told her instead and smiled. But she didn't buy it... she was an Auror after all.
"Newt, you've acted strangely like that since... well, since the last time we've touched each other, really." She hesitated, then continued tentatively. "Was it... not good for you? Or do you... do you want to do more than what we've been doing so far? Because... that would be okay. You just have to ask."
He stared at her with wide eyes for a long moment, blushing profusely and averting his eyes before he could reply to her words.
"Tina, it's not... No. I-I don't want to do... that with you." She looked stunned for a moment.
"Not yet at least," he added quickly, knowing what it would have sounded like otherwise. He didn't want to reject Tina at all, but he needed to get his inner beast under control before it made him do something to her he would likely regret.
And there was something else he'd made his mind up about that she should know...
Newt took and released a deep breath before continuing. "I... want to wait with that until later, actually. Uhm... u-until May, I think. If that's alright with you."
He looked up again to gauge her reaction to his admission. She didn't seem angry or disappointed though, which was good. She smiled, actually.
"That is fine with me, Newt," she answered and kissed him softly. "I don't mind waiting to make love until we're married if that's what you want."
He nodded and smiled (a little awkwardly) at the term she used to describe that carnal act. "Yes, I'd... I'd like to wait for that. Uhm, thank you for... understanding."
She chuckled for a moment but turned serious again.
"So, if it's not that, what has been on your mind lately? Did I... do something wrong last time? Because you... you looked uncomfortable and left right after. That was... unusual, am I right?"
Newt didn't know he was supposed to nod or shake his head at that... it was a 'no' to the first but a 'yes' to the last.
"You didn't do anything wrong, love. It's really not you at all." She looked relieved a hearing this. "And I'm sorry for having left you like that, I just... had to be alone for a bit, I guess."
"Okay, I understand." She came a little closer and wrapped her arms around his waist. "But is it... something I could help with?"
Newt closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. Yes, it is... but you wouldn't want to help if you knew.
"Please don't make me tell you," he uttered.
Tina would muster him intently now, trying to find out what was going on. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that.
"Okay, I won't ask about it," she finally said and added after a short pause, "Queenie mentioned that there might be something... new you'd like for us to try. Want to tell me about that instead?"
His eyes snapped open again at those words. Queenie knew? Oh Merlin... that was bad. Very bad.
"She didn't say what or much of anything really," she hurried to continue when she noticed his reaction, "but if that is what makes you so uncomfortable then please don't be."
Newt swallowed and dropped his gaze to her shoulder. How could he not be? He'd probably spent so much time around his creatures and studying them that he had adopted one too many of their mannerisms! A man on the outside and, apparently, a beast on the inside.
"I said I wouldn't ask you about it, Newt, so I won't. But I should tell you that... if it is something described in that book my sister gave you, I'm not opposed to trying it. Okay?"
Queenie's book? Oh!
"I haven't checked," he admitted awkwardly in a low voice and looked up at her for a moment. But maybe I should. If there was even the slightest possibility that his desires were not so strange after all... that would be a tremendous relief. So far he'd only flipped through it once since the second text had been informative enough for their activities up until now.
Tina smiled softly and kissed him goodnight before moving into her bedroom and closed the door behind her with one last smile. He felt a slight pang at that gesture... they didn't sleep separately often these days. But apparently he had some research to do. And he should better start it now.
His desire to taste and pleasure was, in fact, an act described in 'The Pleasures of Married Life'. And since it was part of an instructional book for married couples it couldn't be too... unusual a thing to want after all, right? Right.
If only he'd had a mind to look into this book earlier, a lot of awkwardness possibly could have been avoided...