Newt Scamander Preferences

There was a brief silence between the two adults. Leta gazed up at the auburn-haired male and reached up and gently with her fingers, she guided his chin to have him look at her. 

With her other hand, she wiped her tears. She regarded him for moment and he remained silent. "Welcome home." the words left her lips in a breathy whisper, sending a shiver of joy down his spin.

He smiled, warmly. Leaning down, his lips caught hers. This time their embrace was tender. Calm. Controlled. Not firey and urgent like their previous encounters together.

His lips travelled down her jaw, until he reached her neck. She melted completely at his touch, as did he with hers. Her cooler fingers traced the curve of his neck until they reached the nape. Here her fingers curled the softer, finer curls around her fingers. Newt groaned in response, his lips pressed against her collarbone.

The auburn-haired male made his way back up to the her lips. They were soft, warm, just as he had expected them to be.

She felt his tongue run along her top lip, asking for entrance. She complied.

The make out session was slowly becoming more and more heated. Newt's hands searched her dress-clad body. He was sure he could feel her heart beat race through the thin material against his body. He wondered if his was beating just as fast?

His left hand ran up the length of her right leg, until it settled on her thigh. Her rounded figure felt deliciously soft beneath his fingers.

Suddenly they had to pull away to catch their breath. Her head was tilted slightly back, pink lips slightly parted and eyes closed. Her dark hair sat messily around her shoulders. She was utterly beautiful.

He leant down and kissed the hollow of her throat. Her breath hitched as he did. "Newt." she sighed.

They resumed their embrace.