Newt could no keep his eyes off you. He knew you’d given him the simple task of cracking a few eggs into a bowl and whisking them for some French Toast but he just couldn’t bring himself to look away. You glanced over at him and when you realised he was still staring at you, you dropped your spatula onto the counter before turning down the heat of the stove, crossing your arms and playfully glaring at him.
“What’s with all the staring, Scamander?” You asked, gently poking his chest. He rocked back slightly and smiled adoringly when your façade failed and your uncontrollable grin broke through.
“Nothing, I just can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater,” He said, beaming at you, his fingers gently – almost teasingly – brushing the hem of the sweater and the skin of your thighs. Your cheeks heated up and you pushed him away.
“You’re so sappy,” You said, causing Newt to chuckle as you picked the spatula back up to get back to the bacon before it burnt.
Newt wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, feeling the thick fabric bunch up under his hands. He sighed contently, resting his head on your shoulder. “I love you so much,” He mumbled, giving the shell of your ear a gentle peck.
You grinned, turning back to him, pressing your lips against his once, twice and then a final time. “I love you too, Newt.”
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