newtralize | The End Of Love

I don't believe anything could be squandered with you. [ Percival wants to leap across this table. He wants to grab Newt's collar and pull him across it and kiss him until they see stars—walls be damned; he'll have him however. A thought he doesn't dare question. It's what he wanted. What they both wanted. When he feels slender fingers feather over his knee it's enough to make him feel electrified.

He sucks in a breath. ] Respectfully, I disagree. We need to get you on the right foot. [ Speaking of, he repositions his legs, shifting in a way that allowed his legs closer to the other, and just enough to brush the tip of his shoe up along the back of Newt's heel. ] Waiting will be all the sweeter.

[ As heavy as the words are, he means it, the glimmer in his eye steadfast. If ever there were a poster boy for smitten, Percival Graves was it. He reaches out, fingertips skimming across Newt's hand as if to find the best place to hold it. ] We have all day to ourselves, as you so kindly put.

[ He feels himself giving in to the sparks under his skin telling him to just take Newt's hand, holding it securely as he leans in a hair. ] We're sure to find a few ways to make up for it. [ Subtlety was still preferred, but there's no reason to be shy. Percival hasn't felt himself so drawn to someone like this in... ever. He found himself emboldened. ]

I would hate for someone to think I don't appreciate what's being given to me. [Newt lets out a soft laugh at that. A little shiver when he feels the other rub the back of his heel. Not something too obvious, but probably wouldn't be missed by the other.

He rests his chin on his hand as he looks at the other in such a fond manner.] I think you of all people will make sure of that. I have my utmost trust in you to get me on the right foot so to speak.

[He idly runs his thumb over the back of Percival's hand. No one would know seeing the two men as they speak. How close they really were sitting. How much closer they wanted to be to each other.] I do love trying new things. Discovering something new is always exciting. [A grin and a look in his eyes, though they're disrupted for a moment as their order is placed on the table before them.]

[ Percival relishes in the way Newt shivers at his touch, and his smile might just give that away. ] Then you have nothing to worry about. They already know you do. [ He doesn’t mind taking their time here, as much as he wants to push forward with things—he wants to enjoy every minute he can with the other, even if that meant not immediately jumping home.

He finds such a moment as he stares into Newt’s eyes, hanging on every word he speaks and Percival laughs something faint and amused at the implication. ] I do strive to see that others are well taken care of. [ And, oh, how he planned on doing so.

A shiver of his own shoots up his arm at Newt’s touch, making him forget where they are for a moment as he gently squeezes their hands again and lets more of their legs mingle. But the soft clatter of cups and silverware breaks his concentration, though he can’t manage to let go of Newt in spite of their brief company. Percival clears his throat gently and smiles to the waiter. ] Thank you, Simon.

[ Once they’re left alone again, he eyes over the tray and all that came with it. A thumb rubs over Newt’s finger as the brunet looks up to regard him. ] And how do we like our tea?

Well, it's a good thing that I am in your hands then. Good ones at that. [Perhaps that was a said a bit cheekily.

But, for a moment, Newt is distracted by their drinks. He pours some tea into his cup before adding some milk and honey and stirring the contents of his cup for a moment. A little more than what people would say is reasonable. He had always liked his tea on the sweeter side of things though. He places the spoon on the saucer before taking it and giving it an inquisitive little sip.]

I must say, Americans are not completely lost causes when it comes to the finesse of tea. [He laughs softly. He wasn't actually really that much of a snob.] It's quite good, thank you.

[ A gentle but proud grin finds Percival at the compliment, his head canting to the side for a brief moment. ] My reputation precedes me. [ There's a tone to the words, something that lead on he used to believe them, shining through again to reply to Newt's brashness.

Though he keeps his shoe comfortably tucked alongside Newt's, the distraction of their drinks is undeniably helpful in cooling their actions. His is easy; a couple cubes of sugar—mixed well. It lets him better watch Newt and how he makes his tea. The thought isn't new, of course, but he certainly hasn't cared to notice anyone else make their cup before like he does now.

He stops over-stirring his coffee at the sass, lips quirking to a small grin. ] Perhaps not all of them, [ He pauses to set his spoon aside, a faint chuckle of: ] I certainly am. [ Before he raises his coffee to his mouth. The hum that comes after is soft as he nods, lowering the mug. ] I'm glad you enjoy it. The first of many, I hope.

You wouldn't be head of security if you didn't have a reputation worth boasting. [Though, Newt wasn't one to talk given his popularity for his age and his own position.

Newt seems rather pleased with his cup as he sips at it politely.] You are probably as lost about tea as I am about coffee then. [He lets out a little laugh.] I can't say that I'm terribly fond of the taste most of the time. I can be, however, convinced if it's sweet enough.

And that depends. I hope this won't be the last time. [It's unsaid, but the other obviously means having the company also.]

A fair point, [ He has to concede, if mostly to save himself from flustering more at Newt’s words. Percival knows his worth but the way his heart flutters around the other mades the idea feel new. ] Though I could say the same of you; your file is quite impressive.

[ Percival lets a gentle smile form as he takes in Newt, dipping his gaze back down to his drink when he speaks. ] I can’t say I’ve had the same outcome with tea, [ The laugh is soft, almost apologetic. ] Perhaps you could show me different ways to prepare it while you’re here. And vice versa. I wouldn’t mind the challenge. [ Finding something for each other’s taste.

However the meaning behind those words isn’t lost on Percival, and it shows in the relaxed pause he gives as he looks to Newt over his cup. In the next moment, before he replies, the toe of his shoe slips back up to brush at the other man’s ankle. ] I have a notion it won’t be.

Well, it's a good thing I'm not talking about myself, but talking about you. [Immediately. Deflecting. Yes. Because, he'll easily get flustered otherwise. He is still just so very terrible at taking praise. Or more like, he doesn't think he could take praise from the other. Not with how they always seem to make his stomach do these flips. Not uncomfortable, but it makes him feel giggle and young. Like giggle water.]

I hope you realize that you'll be at it for awhile then. Tea comes in so many flavors and styles that it might take some time to find you might just not have absolutely any taste for it. Or we'll get lucky and find one that you'll fancy pretty early on.

[He has to cover his mouth with his napkin to muffle the small noise of surprise. The way he startles just slightly.] No, of course not.

We could always change that. [ For as good as it feels to be reminded of who he is, there's still apart of him from the time he spent away that feels as though he isn't worth the praise. And he himself would much rather focus on Newt. So he speaks quietly, as to not draw attention to the entirely innocent phrasing of: ] Switching wouldn't be a problem.

[ While disguised as a change of topic, he really he should be fined for it. This might have been a small break to cool off but Percival didn't see any issue in keeping their future plans fresh in their minds. It would at least keep them from straying back to the thought of work. ]

I'm not sure we'll have such luck, but that's quite alright. [ Whatever small and kind smile he wore had grown into something more cunning. Not even a sip from his cup could hide it. ] The company of a guide such as yourself would make any investment less daunting.

I much rather talk about you. [He says it just a tad too quickly. He was sure that he might actually fluster a bit. Deepdown, he was still rather bad at being the center of attention and no amount of practice will ever truly change that. He just learned to hide it well and switch subjects as soon as possible.] I'm not that interesting of a subject.

[He gives the other a wry little smile.]

Is that an excuse to spend more time with me? I'm flattered. [As if they aren't already hoping to take up more of each other's time.]

[ The insistence of Newt's redirection is grabbing, to say the least. Though it was nothing alerting, at least—just noticeable. Percival sets his cup down, holding it as if to warm his hands. To stop himself from reaching out across the table. ] You're far more interesting than you give yourself credit for. [ He says it kindly and confidently, leaving it at that.

The smile he returns is warm albeit small, a gentle laughter following it as he tips his head down to look in his cup. ]

I hope that flattery continues. [ Newt's time is all he's hoping for. ] I think you'll find me hard-pressed not to find excuses for you. [ The words feel natural, despite the way his stomach flutters at them; that he would want to spend time as much time with the other as he could. And why wouldn't he? They got along so fantastically. ]

[Newt can't help but laugh a little into his tea. It's almost shy. The way he averts his gaze just a bit and hides his face behind his teacup.] Saying things like that. How can a man not crumble? You'll find me hard-pressed not to offer what free time I have to you.

[He places his cup down.] Honestly, you'd be hard-pressed for me not to give you my time even if I were preoccupied. [He looks at the other with a smile.] You have such a way to grab my undivided attention.

[ There's no helping the small curl of his lips when Newt laughs. Such polarized moods they flip between—heated innuendo to meltingly sweet—Percival doesn't know which way is up. Maybe that isn't a bad thing, this once. ] It seems you know a thing or two about how to make a man fall just the same.

[ Tapping his fingers against his mug, before his mind can wonder too far his eyes focus on Newt's cup for a moment and then back up to the auror himself.

The laugh that leaves him is soft, some sort of reserved shy if you listened closely enough. ] My free time is... minutes, anymore, I feel. [ Percival holds a quick breath. ] I would gladly spend every single one with you, as well. Regardless of availability.

[Newt's gives the other a grin.] Well, I'm about done with my drink. I don't know about you, but I would fancy to continue our time together in a more private setting. [He usually isn't this forward nor has he ever been so interested in someone so quickly, yet it feels so normal.]

Assuming you don't have any qualms with that of course. [His grin turning a little more coy.]

[ Where his heart had fluttered before, Percival feels it jump now. It was where they were headed for sometime, of course, it shouldn’t have been such a surprise. It must have been the way Newt said it, how that grin settled so easily on his lips.

Percival reaches a hand out to Newt’s to gently reassure. ] Not a single one.

[ When he takes his hand back his other hand already pulled his wallet and he leaves a couple bills that cover their drinks and a generous tip as well before he stands from the table, offering Newt his arm again. ] I know a shortcut through the alley. We’ll be there in a jiff.

[Newt happily hooks his arm around Percival's. Happy to feel the other by his side. He isn't sure what it is about the other, but there's something comfortable about having him there.]

Lead the way then. I hardly can wait.

[ With a smile and a nod to the courtyard’s back gate, once they’re around a corner and in a back alley with no peering eyes, true to his word, they’re off. Though he knows the other is also familiar with apparating, Percival still gives a warning of: ] Hold on, [ Before jumping them. In the next moment they’re no longer surrounded by the hustle and bustle of New York, but the quiet foyer of a two-story penthouse.

Surrounded by well-kept dark wood, to one side of them is a mirror and the other a coat closet, an umbrella stand tucked away in the corner by the door—tidy. It’s no less true peering into the living room; lavish furniture over an ornate rug, handfuls of paintings decorating the walls though they nearly pale to the bookshelves that stack high above them. The windows between are just as tall with wine red curtains tied off to the sides, framing a beautiful view of New York just beyond the balcony.

Though before they get any further Percival loosens his hold on Newt’s arm, a hand swiping towards the closet to open it as he does. ] May I take your coat? [ He asks as a pair of hangers float out behind them and his own coat shrugs off with his scarf. ]

[He doesn't pay much attention much to his surroundings. Newt will give a proper look around of the place at another time, but his attention is so helplessly focused on the other man.

Percival probably only has enough time to get his coat and scarf off before Newt is in his personal space and pressing his mouth against the older man's own. He doesn't even think about where his outer garments will end up as he shrugs off his wool coat and slides his own scarf off his neck; engrossed with kissing the other. Percival tastes of coffee and something so very him and it's intoxicating for the Brit.]

[ Truthfully, Percival is surprised he could get in the offer at all but it’s but a flicker of a thought in comparison to when Newt presses to him. It’s like jumping into a lake—startlingly refreshing and wholly enveloping—and immediately he returns the kiss without so much as a thought, hands finding the Brit’s hips to hold him secure.

The other hanger sees to catching the Brit’s coat and scarf, fixing them with a shake before tucking away in the closet with Percival’s things, and it’s good it does because the man is swept away in the other. Tea lingers on his lips and though he’s never had a taste for the drink, he finds it irresistible on Newt. Turning them ever so slightly Percival’s back faces the living room and with another kiss and gentle pull he leads them further into the apartment. ]

[Percival is an enchantment and Newt was completely under Percival's spell. His touches are like fire and his kisses were air. It gave him life while taking his breath away.

And the man really was a light and he was merely a moth completely enraptured by it. He follows the other without a thought in his mind; hands already undoing his own tie. Really, dressing so immaculately was really a detriment in this situation. Three piece suits were really quite inconvenient when you intend to rid yourself of every carefully pressed layer. At the same time, there's the thrill and excitement of being able to divest every layer on Percival.

He doesn't know where Percival is leading them to and he frankly didn't care. All he cares about is kissing the life out of the gorgeous man before him and fingers idly undoing the buttons on Percival's vest.]

[ If it weren’t for the fact this was Percival’s home they would have surely been knocking things over with how undivided his attention to Newt is. He’s leading them to the spiral staircase in the back corner, where they’ll have to pause, but for now there’s no chance of that.

Newt is all at once new and thrilling yet familiar and safe. Breaths are small between the long press of peppered kisses, each electrifyingly satisfying. He’s too distracted with them to undo his own tie while Newt does his, but a small chuckle finds Newt’s lips when those hands start at his vest. He supposes they should be a little less done up before they get to the bedroom, rid themselves of some hassle beforehand.

He pauses their moving, still swept up in kisses as his hands move to take off his tie. It’s quick work and with a swift tug it’s gone, and then Percival does the same to Newt’s—pulls it away from under his collar with a snap before they’re tossed on the couch beside them. ]

[Newt shrugs his own blazer off to toss to the side before he tugs Percival's blazer and unbuttoned vest off their shoulders in one fell swoop. He could really appreciate just how good Percival looks dressed to the nines, but he can equally appreciate how the man looks dressed down.

And how addicting it is to kiss the man. The peppered kisses aren't quite enough to satisfy him and he can't help but take a moment to pull the other back into a deep, open mouthed kiss. Mayhaps he's being a tad impatient, but Percival truly was irresistable.]

[ Where Percival usually feels some sort of worry about his appearance when he undresses, he finds it missing as Newt takes away those layers. In fact, he finds the opposite—some confidence that’s sprung out of nowhere, building since they met back at MACUSA. He deftly starts at unbuttoning Newt’s vest when the other steps nearer.

The kiss steals his breath and sends a warmth cascading over his body as he eagerly returns it, hands now gripping at Newt's vest. If this kiss was impatient then Percival could hardly wait for more. He closes what scant space there is between them and slips his arms around Newt's waist as he presses against him.

Percival wants to be close and drive him mad, to make Newt feel as impassioned as he has made him—to let him know how absolutely twitterpated he is about him. ]

[There's a little laugh from the Brit as the other presses their bodies together.] I'm sorry, but I really can't get the rest of your clothes off as we are, Percival. [He certainly isn't complaining about having his body pressed against Percival's own (who would complain?), but it is hampering on what he's trying to do at the moment.

Not that he's really helping the matter by grinding his hips against the other. That certainly isn't helping the issue of clothes, but he is enjoying the friction between them. It's like electricity shooting up his spine and leaving a tingling sensation in his toes and fingers.] Not that I mind you as you are. You're quite impeccable to look at with clothes on. [A sly little grin.]

[ When Newt laughs Percival finds himself mirroring it as he catches up on a breath or two while the other speaks. ] No, you’re right, [ Voice is low, hushed in their proximity but not a whisper, he nudges their noses together with a small grin. ] But I’ve been waiting all afternoon to get this close. [ A tease, yes, but how could he not indulge himself?

Newt’s idea of indulging though leaves Percival with a sharp inhale at the sensation—one he truly can’t help but match. Any shy bulge he’d had before was no longer that, the warmth their grinding brings growing stronger as his hands slip down to hold Newt’s hips instead.

He steals a quick kiss before those words go on to flatter him, making a chuckling hum fall out from him after. ] Why Newt, I dare say if we weren’t so close my clothes would have taken themselves off for you just now. [ It’s another short kiss before Percival begrudgingly pulls himself away, taking the other with him by the wrist when he continues walking backwards. ]

Unfortunately we have some stairs to conquer first. [ He’d rather they not strip on them and take themselves out in the process. ]

The End Of Love

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