Heating Up

Because September 1st was on a Friday, the first day of classes wasn't to begin after the weekend, so Hope and Newt spent some time working with the creatures and some time…working with each other.

In Newt's room.

She wrapped her arms around his neck while he snaked around her waist, pulling her closer as their lips connected. Their tongues tangled together, taking each other's breath away. Goosebumps trailed up her body, sending a shiver through her spine. It made her shudder against him.

His lips pulled away from hers, making her whine in protest, but he quickly trailed up and down her throat. Hope rested her head back and released a soft gasp while the sensation of Newt sucking the tender flesh there made her moan softly.

Hope opened her eyes, gazing up at him.

Newt gazed back, his thumb slowly stroking along the ridge of her cheek. "Beautiful," he murmured, taking a fingertip and touching under her eyes, "Enchanting…"

Hope smiled. "Hm, you're making me blush." She laughed, her fingers touching along his collarbone.

"I mean it," he chuckled, "your eyes are…like gold."

Unable to hold back another smile, she rested her head against the crook of his elbow. She had felt her eyes grow warm when he'd just started kissing her but hadn't given it much thought. How could she when those lips so easily formed against her own?

Hope did blush this time, her own fingers touching his freckled cheeks. "I think heightened emotion can trigger them. Anger, joy," she bit her lip, "arousal."

Newt's heart skipped a beat; she could hear it. His pulse quickened, and the flash in his eyes told her he was too.

"Have you ever…" she trailed off, lightly nibbling her thumbnail, wondering if he even wanted to answer that question. Newt was so sweet, so kind, and terribly awkward. She loved that about him but wondered if he'd ever want to move further into what they had.

Slowly shaking his head, he smiled sheepishly. "No, you?"

Hope grinned. "I…have no idea." She giggled and watched him blush.

"Right, sorry." Newt laughed and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, waiting a moment longer before asking. "Is there a reason you ask?" He murmured, the way he asked was like he already knew.

Her fingers stroked lightly down his arm and swallowed hard. "I don't want us to rush anything, but…I figured I should know where we…stand."

"Where do we stand?"

Hope nodded. "If we are making this…more than a few kisses here and there. The only relationship I can recall is a friendship with a Hippogriff, so I don't know what I'm doing. I'm kind of romantically clueless…" she cringed.

Newt smiled thoughtfully and pressed his lips to the shell of her ear. "Can I tell you a secret?" He murmured.

Closing her eyes, she nodded with a soft hum.

"I am too," he smiled against her ear, "I have never had a relationship. It's always been myself and my creatures, and that's all I ever needed, but now…" He swallowed hard. "Now I'm starting to realize there's this empty spot that's been waiting to be filled, and I feel like that spot is for…you."

Warmth flooded Hope as she let his words sink in. She could take one of the spots in his heart, and it was probably the most romantic thing she's ever heard, even in the life she didn't remember. For Newt, whose life revolved around his creatures, to have a place in his heart was something she should never take for granted.

Hope pressed her lips against his again. "And you have a place in mine," she murmured, "If you'd like, we can start slow."

"Slow sounds good," he nodded with a small smile, then paused, "What is slow, exactly?"

Hope thought about it, and her heart skipped a beat. She might not know romance etiquette, but she knew what she wanted. Her hand stroked down his arm to his hand, where she guided his fingers between her legs.

They shared a gasp. Hope and Newt didn't seem to have to speak to hear each other.

Newt's fingers carefully pulled up the hem of her dress, bunching it at her hips. Hope, while resting against his other arm, watched his hand disappear inside her panties.

One of her hands gripped his shirt while the other gripped the edge of the pillow next to her. Her hips automatically moved against his hand, her breath quickening.

Newt pressed his lips against her shoulder, though his eyes remained fixed between her legs. His middle finger glided between her wet folds, making her hips twitch when he grazed her clit. His fingers paused.

"Don't stop," Hope gasped softly in desperation.

He paid close attention to how she responded to specific movements of his finger and began his strokes again. This time they were more calculated and controlled. Rubbing two fingers in a slow circle against the throbbing, sensitive bud that sent electricity through her body.

Hope whined, and after another minute of his constant circling. Panting now as pressure began to build, her body rising in temperature. She could feel something getting closer, the desperate need for something in her body to release. Hope knew the science of her body, but she'd forgotten what it felt like to orgasm, and oh, she was ready to experience it again.

"Newt." She gasped as she started to get a strange tunnel vision, making her almost dizzy, but in the best way.

It happened so suddenly that Hope was sure she was flying as waves of pleasure crashed through her body, her channel pulsating. She cried out, pinching her eyes shut as she came undone in his arms. He held her close, pressing soft kisses against her throat.

It was like their bodies had been meant for each other. Newt was in tune with every signal she gave, and his simple touch made Hope's blood rush to her head.

"You alright?" Newt asked softly against her ear.

Hope nodded, pressing herself against his chest, and sighed softly. His fingers trailed up her stomach, stroking the soft skin there with a gentle touch.

"Hm," her fingers brushed against the bulge in his pants, making him shudder, "I also think I'm going to have fun returning the favor." She smirked over at him, his eyes already a little glassy.

A knock came at the door, and Hope quickly pushed her dress skirt down, grinning over at Newt, whose face was red as a tomato. Giggling, she bit her lip and skipped to the door while he tried to put himself back together.

Opening the door, she expected Madam Florence was bringing another batch of blood - which she'd been in the habit of doing, but instead, it was Albus. Hope wasn't sure why, but her already flushed skin went scarlet.

"Uh…hi…" she swallowed.

Albus arched an eyebrow, and she knew…she just knew that he knew what had just happened. "I found some information I thought you might like to know. You can meet me in my office whenever you're…ready."

He didn't try to look over her shoulder, only at her. His smile was a little too tight before walking down the hall and disappearing around the corner.

Hope glanced over her shoulder at Newt and bit her lip.

"I need to go and check on the pens," he murmured at her shoulder and kissed her lips tenderly, "I'll meet you for supper?"

Hope nodded. "I'll tell you all about it then."

They kissed once more, soft and sweet, before starting down the hallway and separating at the first fork. He descended the stairs while she climbed to the seventh floor.

Hope's stomach flipped as she approached the Gargoyle, and she didn't understand why.