Beautiful Girl

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I gasp, shooting up from the make shift bed I call home for the time being. I’m heaving, but no tears are falling. I look around myself frantically, but that’s when I see him. Newt. He’s stirring awake beside me. He’s okay. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks worriedly, sitting up. My breathing calms. “Yeah, I’m okay, sorry.” I whispered to him. “You sure?” He asked, grabbing the water bottle beside the bed and handing it to me. I nodded, drinking it, and laying down, Newt doing the same, and I cuddle into front, and he rests his arm around my waist. He looks so tired, he’s exhausted, and I feel a little bad for waking him up.

As he closes his eyes to go to sleep once again, I speak. “Do you ever get the feeling that…you’re trying to remember someone but, you just can’t?” I ask, looking up at him. “I wish I could say I do.” He said. I sighed. “My dreams are about you, you know?” He quirks a brow. “From before.” I say. “What were we like?” He asks. I clench the jacket he’s wearing between my fingers. “Just like we are now, somehow.” I say. “Almost like it was fate.” I add. He brings his hand from my waist to my face. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” He says, looking into my eyes. Gazing, even. “Kiss me.” I say. And he does as I ask, kissing me oh so lovingly. Passionate and sweet. All I could ever want.

It was supposed to be a short kiss and back to sleep, but that isn’t what happened. His hand slides from my face and under my shirt to my waist. “Newt,” I whisper. He hums. I pull away slightly and whisper, “I want you to make love to me.” I stated. His eyes widen a little, “But we’re both half asleep.” I shake my head, “I don’t care.” And that was all he needed. He then hovered over me, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he ground into me. No roughly though, you have to remember, we’re both tired. We also have to keep quiet, because down the ‘hall’ is our friends who are peacefully sleeping.

He sits up, and pulls off his coat, and I take off my shirt. He kissed me again, and I run my hands under his shirt, he gets the memo, and takes it off. He connects our lips once again, and groans quietly in my mouth. I moan back as he grinds onto me. He pulls off my pants with ease, then leans back to take off his own. He hovers back over me, hands caressing down my sides. “God, you are so beautiful.” He says, breathlessly. I blush, and his lips are back on mine like clockwork. His hands slide down to the hem of my panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. He discards them with the rest of our clothes, on the ground. “What did I do to deserve you?” He smiles, not really looking for an answer. I bring my hands to the hem of his boxers, “By being you.” I replied, before pulling them down and he kicks them off. He reaches over to his coat that lays limp on the floor, pulling a condom that we found in the mall weeks and weeks prior, from it and slips it on.

He looks at me, as if asking me if I’m ready without words, because none are needed, I trust him completely. With a nod, he slides into me slowly, and I gasp quietly, and he lets out a breath from his nose, burying his face into my neck. I bring one hand to grasp the hairs at the base of his neck while the other snakes under his to hold his shoulder. He thrusts slowly, but not too slow, it’s perfect. We moan quietly, almost whispers. Our breaths and occasional moans could only be heard by us. It doesn’t take us long for us to be almost there, we never have alone time anymore. He pulls his face from my neck and looks into my eyes. “I love you.” He says and my heart flutters. “I love you too.” I say. And before long we’re both over the edge, and the moment is over. And we put our clothes back on, and lay back down.

“What time is it?” I ask, cuddling into his side.He reached over to the ground to grab his picket watch, glancing at it before answering me. “Almost 2 am.” I don’t respond, I bring my arm to his waist from the inside of his coat, and he wraps his arm around me. We lay in silence for sometime, and when he’s sure I’m asleep he whispers, “I love you.” And cuddles further into me. And I whisper it back.

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