Feral → newt, tmr

Katherine’s head rests against Newt’s bare chest, her fingers lazily tracing the scars and freckles scattered across his skin. His arms cage her in, one hand splayed across her lower back, the other moving absentmindedly in soft, circular motions over her spine. Their bodies remain tangled beneath the sheets, the warmth between them refusing to dissipate. A sleepy grin plays on Katherine’s lips as she shifts, pressing herself even closer to him.

“You tired?” Newt murmurs, his voice low and husky, lips brushing the top of her head.

“Not much.” She tilts her head up to meet his gaze, her grin turning mischievous. “Another round?”

Newt huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You’re one crazy shank.”

“I know.” She smirks, tracing the edge of his jaw with her fingertip, her touch feather-light.

Newt watches her with something between awe and amusement, his brown eyes softened by the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls. “And the most beautiful girl in this whole world.”

Katherine snorts, playfully patting his cheek. “You’re rambling now.”

“I’m not rambling.” He pouts, a rare sight, but one that makes her chest tighten in affection.

“Yes, you are.” She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling herself on top of him with effortless ease. His hands slide instinctively to her waist, fingers pressing into the skin as if to ground himself in her presence.

A sudden knock on the door shatters their moment, followed by Frypan’s booming voice. “Guys, they’re back with Teresa!”

Katherine groans, burying her face into the crook of Newt’s neck. “I don’t wanna go.”

“Me neither.” Newt exhales, his grip tightening around her.

“Five more minutes?” She presses a teasing kiss to his neck, feeling the way he shudders beneath her touch.

Newt exhales sharply. “We’re gonna be late.” His fingers brush a stray lock of hair from her face, as if memorizing every inch of her before they have to leave.

“I don’t care.” Katherine straddles him fully, lips hovering over his as she leans in for another kiss, slow and deep. Newt doesn’t hesitate, hands sliding up her back, pulling her impossibly closer.

“And you look bloody great on top of me,” he murmurs against her lips, smirking as she hums in response.

They lose themselves in the kiss, wrapped up in each other, completely oblivious to the sound of the doorknob turning.

“Kat, have you seen my—”

A high-pitched, horrified scream erupts through the room before the door slams shut with a loud thud.

Silence.

Then, from the other side of the door, a string of very colorful curses spill from Thomas’s mouth before his footsteps storm down the hallway.

Newt chuckles, resting his forehead against Katherine’s. “We forgot to lock the door.”

“We did.” Katherine nods, biting her lip before the both of them dissolve into laughter, their bodies shaking against each other.