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I love it when my faves parallel each other.
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Why are there no sneak peeks to the season 6 of supergirl the premiere is tonight usually they do they that can anybody tell why???
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A family is forever. We could never truly leave each other, even if we tried.
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I love it when my faves parallel each other.
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Surprise Kiss
“Would you like some tea? I think I’m gonna—mmph—“
Tina’s grip on her coat falters with Newt’s kiss, her free hand wrapping around his neck as he slides an arm around her waist and gathers her up against him.
Startled at first but perfectly willing, Tina drops her coat to the floor, tangling her now-unoccupied hand in his messy hair and pushing back into the fervent press of his mouth on hers. She gasps in air, steadying herself against him as his lips travel to her jaw, her neck, the sensitive skin behind her ear.
Tina stops him as he begins to pull back, using the hand still wrapped around the base of his head to drag his lips to hers for one last slow, toe-curling kiss.
“That was nice,” Tina observes with sparkling eyes once they’ve both caught their breath.
Newt wets his lips and opens his eyes at last. They are warm and kiss-drunk in a way that makes her shiver. His hand at her waist slides under her blouse, deliciously warm and rough against her bare skin. “Was it?”
“Mhm. Was there an occasion?” She skims her hand around his neck, softly tracing his Adam’s apple with her thumb, and smiling when his eyelids flutter.
His next breath stutters out of his lungs. “Do I need one?”
She arches an eyebrow. “Sometimes,” she admits with a thoughtful tilt of her head.
To her surprise, a light flush spreads from his neck to his cheeks. “I haven’t seen you at work in some time. Certainly not dueling like that.”
Tina casts her thoughts back to this morning’s arrests conducted in the Ministry gallery and so in plain sight of employees and visitors alike. They hadn’t planned it that way, but the men had been on their way to hurt a No-Maj family, and a chase inside Ministry walls had seemed preferable to one on the streets of London. “Yes?”
“It’s—er—very distracting.”
Tina laughs lightly, stopping herself when she realizes that he looks unsure. She fingers the hair that curls just behind his ear. “Newt, you’re allowed to find me attractive.”
“I know.” He kisses the corner of her mouth. “I know. It’s not that, it’s just…”
“What?”
His eyes are crystal clear and earnest. “I’m so glad I met you.”
“Come here,” she whispers.
They’re already standing almost as close as they possibly could be, but she cradles his face and stands on her tiptoes, brushing a kiss across his forehead, his nose, his eyelids, until he sags against her, burying his face in her neck.
They’ve been together for many months now, but sometimes, Tina thinks, they both need a moment to adjust. She searches out his hands, entwining their fingers. “Now that was a surprise, hm? Hot dogs and witch hunters and nifflers and all.”
“Very much. A good one. The best.”
“Mm,” she agrees, lifting her head to see him. She runs her fingers from his brow to his temple, smiling at the way he leans into the touch. “So. Dueling?”
Newt’s gaze warms in that way that always makes her stomach flip. He shakes his head. “Whenever you’re determined. Passionate about something. When you know exactly what you’re doing and won’t let anyone stop you. It’s very—“ he stumbles over the word as she smiles back “very attractive.” Her teeth dig into her lower lip, her eyes dancing. “What?”
“Is that why, last month, after that raid, you were so...”
“Yes,” he acknowledges with a groan, dropping his forehead to hers.
Tina grins, touching his lips until they curl into a soft smile. “Y’know, when you’ve just saved a creature and you’re relieved and exhilarated and covered in mud, I also…”
He stares at her, looking a little surprised himself, now. “Oh. Oh, that’s...” His eyes are warm as they search her face.
“You’re surprised,” she wonders, righting the ends of his collar.
“No. No, just—in love, I think. Definitely.”
Her smile broadens. “Me, too,” she agrees.
He touches her hair. “Shall I make us some tea, then?”
“You could. Or you could—“ she swallows, still unused to voicing these things, “—kiss me again?”
His hand lingers in her hair, their soft breaths the only sounds between them. And then he leans forward, tilting her head to meet him, and covers her mouth with his.
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Natasha trying to access the quinjet.
Natasha: Romanoff.
Computer: Access deined.
Natasha: Natasha Romanoff.
Computer: Access denied.
Natasha: THE BLACK WIDOW!
Computer: Access denied.
Natasha internally groans: Natalie Rushman.
Computer: Welcome, Scariest Avenger.
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