A/n: I’m back! I know it’s been forever, and I am so sorry. I’ve been rather busy these last few weeks, so to make up for it here is a super long (3,185 words) part to A Turn in Time! I hope it’s an acceptable apology! Enjoy!
Warning: slight NSFW (a bit of almost smut)
It seemed a lifetime passed before Newt came to get you. In the time spent apart, you had been able to clean all the pens and habitats, start the garden, and even organize the hut. Dougal and the Niffler stuck by your side; the Demiguise even helping you in the garden. Even though the hours seemed to drag on, you had to admit it was a pleasant and productive ‘day’. You knew the trip would take about two days by boat, but you had no idea when those two days would be over.
So, you ate when you got hungry, and napped when you felt fatigued. Rather than spend all your time in the hut, you spent it with the animals. You made a little camp near the Bowtruckle tree, the little creatures delighted you would staying with them (even though they got cranky at times, what with the colds most of them had). Tucked in a sleeping bag, you felt like you were back doing your job, roaming Great Britain and recording your observations about the magical creatures you saw.
You were just about to drift off when you heard Newt calling for you. Sitting up, you could see him coming out of the hut and making his way towards you. You smiled, glad to see.
“There you are, love. I was wondering where you were.” He said, coming up to your side and sitting on the grass next to you. You leaned over and gave him a kiss, and he pulled you into his arms. You sat like that for a few moments, just happy to be back together again.
“So I’m guessing we made it?” you asked, resting against him. The fatigue was starting to get to you, and you were ready to pass out. Newt could tell this and stood, pulling you with him. You leaned into him as he started making his way to the hut.
“We did make it. The room is already set up for us.” He commented, and you hummed. It didn’t take long for Newt to get you out of the case and into the hotel room. It was a nice space, nothing overly fancy though it was decorated in the typical Egyptian style of the time. You sighed in relief when you saw the bed, wanting nothing more then to cuddle up with Newt and sleep.
Which is exactly what you did. As soon as Newt was changed, and the case was secure, he crawled into the bed with you. His arms were around you in a moment, pulling you till your head was resting on his chest. The steady beating of his heart was a lullaby that you loved, and the sound of it had you falling into a deep dreamless sleep in no time.
When you woke in the morning, a soft breeze rustled the curtains, sending the sounds and smells of a market not far from the hotel. You stirred in the bed, the thin sheets a blessing in what you could already tell was a rather warm climate. You sat up, expecting to find Newt somewhere in the room working on his book. You were a bit surprised to see him still asleep beside you, a peaceful look on his already beautiful features. You slowly laid back, this time on your side so you can face the man you were falling in love with.
Very rarely did you have the chance to watch Newt. Sure, you had looked at him to draw, but this was different. This time you were looking at him purely for your own enjoyment. Though you would be lying if you said you wished you could draw every last freckle, blemish, and scar that graced his body. But you stayed where you were, letting your heart stutter as the morning sunlight lit up his sandy hair and turned it to a deep cinnamon color. You gently reached a hand out and pushed back a curl that hung over his eye.
If you hadn’t been watching him you would have missed the smile stretch across his face as he gently grabbed your wrist and kissed the palm of your hand. You giggled in response, and Newt turned onto his side till your faces were just inches apart.
“Good morning, love.” He said, voice thick and still full of sleep. Oh, how it turned you on.
“Good morning.” You whispered back, lacing your fingers with his. He leaned over, pressing a lazy, early morning kiss to your lips. You giggled again, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you could feel the strength usually hidden there as he held you close. You let a hand roam over the plains of his chest, which you again, rarely got the chance to see. Your other hand was buried deep in the beautiful cinnamon of his hair, and as you settled yourself over his lap, effectively straddling him, a soft moan escaped his mouth. You grinned into the kiss, pleased that you had such an effect on him. And boy did you have an effect on him….
Newt hesitantly let his hands drift up your pajama shirt, running his fingers over the skin of your back. You shivered at his touch, and your movement sent a bolt of friction down to Newt’s lap, effectively making his eyes close as he breathed out another moan. His fingers dug into your back, bringing forth a moan of your own.
You crushed your lips to his in response, the kiss now full of passion and want. You could feel Newt’s heart racing under your palm, the quick flutter of it making your fingers tingle.
Time seemed to slow after that moment. It was all roaming hands and breathless sighs of pleasure. At some point you were on your back, Newt hovering over you with your night shirt unbuttoned and his hands gently caressing your skin. Heat washed over you, pooling between your thighs and it took every ounce of willpower to not kick things into high gear.
Newt was looking into your eyes, such tenderness reflected there that it made you melt. You reached a hand up, once again pushing that stubborn curl out of his face. He turned his head, repeating his actions that lead to this moment, and kissed the palm of your hand. Your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer. Your heart kicked into over drive, your body ready for what was to come. Newt was leaning back down, his lips just hovering over yours, the anticipation making your breath catch in your throat. Newt was so close, you could nearly taste his ever present, wonderful scent. Your lips just barely grazed each other’s. You wrapped an arm around his neck, preparing to deepen the kiss when…
“Room service!” a voice called out, a sharp knock accompanying it. The moment was broken, the atmosphere ruined. Both you and Newt sat up in bed with a gasp, hearts hammering in your chest for a whole other reason.
“Just a moment.” you called out, voice hoarse. Newt quickly stood and made his way into the bathroom, and you buttoned your shirt as you walked toward the door. You blushed when you opened, hoping to Merlin that the person beyond the door didn’t know what you had been doing just moments before.
“Thank you.” You said, taking the tray of breakfast food and giving them a tip. They beamed at you before walking away and you closed the door with a sigh. You placed the tray on the table in the corner, and a few seconds later Newt joined you. He gave you a sheepish smile, both of your faces bright red. He sat beside you, handing you your plate. You didn’t speak, you didn’t really need to. Sure, things were a bit awkward, but that was more because the mood that had been so strong had been so abruptly broken. And you swore you could still feel his hands running over your skin.
Once breakfast was finished, Newt stood, clearing his throat.
“We should get ready. The wizard camp is only a few hours from here and we should make it before nightfall if we leave soon.” He said, and you nodded. There was a small wizard camp somewhere just outside of the port city, and where there were wizards there was wizard fire. And where there was wizard fire, there are Ashwinders.
The two of you gather what few things you had, and within the hour you were checked out and making your way through the open-air market just down the road. You and Newt walked the market hand in hand, stopping every now and then to sample some food and even gathered some more supplies for your journey. After you were done with the Ashwinders, you would making your way to Giza, where a larger wizard society was located in the shadows of the pyramids. It would take about a day of travel to get to Giza, so you needed what you could for yourselves and the creatures while you could.
When you reached the end of the market, Newt lead you over to a stall where a man was taking care of a handful of camels. Newt walked over and spoke to him briefly, the shook hands, smiles on their faces. You almost missed the stealthy exchange of money from one hand to the next before Newt waved you forward. Moments later, you were on the back of a camel, heart pounding as it stood and followed Newt on his own camel. This was totally insane, and you absolutely loved it.
The day progressed, and you could feel yourself start to tire, even though you hadn’t done much other then sit on an animal as it walked through the desert. The sun was beating down on you, and you had long since covered your head. You steadily sipped your water, not wanting to come even close to dehydration. Newt was by your side, and every now and then he would glance at you and smile.
The sun was just starting it’s decent from the sky when the camp came into view. Newt grabbed his wand, and with a whisper and a flick of the wrist he sent a silvery wisp of light floating ahead of them. A message for the camp guards, letting them know they were approaching and that they were wizards too. A few minutes later you reached the edge of the camp, and you sighed in relief when the camel bent down and you could stand. Your legs burned, and your backside ached. You steadied yourself against Newt for a few moments, before the two of you tied the camels to a nearby tree and entered the camp.
A few of the wizards greeted Newt with wide smiles, coming over and shaking hands with the Magizoologist. Newt would smile back, grinning just as wide before introducing you to the newcomers. By the time introductions had been made, the sun was starting to sink below the horizon and you and Newt were pulled to the fireside where a cauldron of soup was being poured into bowls. It was nice being around wizards again. You didn’t need to be careful about magic here. You had been told that there were extensive protection and anti-muggle charms placed around the camp. You didn’t see very many wands, but Newt had explained that most wizards in Africa didn’t need them often, that most of their spells could be cast with just a point of their fingers. This information was fascinating to you, and you watched with rapt attention as bowls of soup floated through the air and into waiting hands.
“So, Mr. Scamander, what brings you here to our little camp once again?” an elderly woman asked, tending to the flames of the fire. If you had to guess, you would say that she was a leader or at the very least someone of great esteem in this small community.
“My companion and I are traveling, gathering information for a book we are working on together. She is drawing the creatures we see, and we plan on using those for a children’s book about magical creatures.” Newt explained, gesturing to you with a look of pride on his face. The woman, and others around the fire, looked intrigued, and you rifled through your bag for you sketch book.
“Would you like to see what we have so far?” you asked, and multiple head nodded at once. You opened the book up to a random page, and handed it to the elderly witch. she took one look at the drawing before her face changed from one of curiosity to one of delight. A small group gathered around her, and they all gasped at the creatures that seemed to live on the pages.
“These are amazing.” One commented, while another just stared in awe. You beamed with pride, and Newt grinned. They handed the book back to you, and you tucked it safely back into your bag.
“We were hoping we would get a look at some Ashwinders while we were here. It’s one of the creatures we would like to put in the book.” Newt mentioned, and the elderly woman nodded.
“That shouldn’t be a problem. We always get Ashwinders out here. Normally we deal with them right away, but I think just this once we’ll let one slip through so you can draw them.” She gestured to you, and you smiled at her.
You pulled your notebook out once more, and grabbed a pencil to tuck behind your ear. You wanted to make sure you had everything ready when one of creature decided to appear. You ate your soup as you waited, listening to the campers tell stories and tales. It was just before midnight when you notice something move in the fire. You gabbed onto Newt’s forearm, alerting him to what you saw. He grinned at you when a thin, pale grey, snake like creature slithered out of the fire and into the sand. It started to make its way to the edge of camp, looking for a place to lay its eggs before it crumbled to ashes. You followed it closely, hand flying over the page as well as you could manage while following a magical fire snake.
Eventually it reached a cluster of rocks a few feet from the camp, and you sat in the sand while the Ashwinder started to lay it’s eggs. In the margin of the pages, you stared to write facts and observations about the creature, noting it’s glowing red eyes, and the way it’s eggs gave off intense heat, even moments after being placed in the nest. After the eggs were laid, the Ashwinder crumbled to ashes, exactly an hour after it appeared in the fire. You drew a pile of ashes in the corner of your notebook, and then drew the eggs. Newt had come and sat by your side sometime in the hour, and once you were finished drawing, he pulled out his wand and showed you the proper way to freeze the Ashwinder eggs.
Once the eggs were frozen, you collected the eggs and took them back to the camp. You gave them to the camp elder, and her smile was all you needed to know that you had done something right. not long after that, Newt found a space in camp and set up the tent. The two of you went to bed, wanting to get a good head start on your journey to Giza. Newt slid into bed next to you, pulling you into his warm embrace. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his steady heart beat.
“You did great today.” He whispered, running his fingers through your hair. If you were a cat you would be purring at that moment.
“Thank you. I have a pretty good teacher.” You reply sleepily, stifling a yawn. Newt kissed your forehead, telling you to go to sleep. You were gone before he even finished his sentence.
The morning came bright and early. You said your goodbyes to the campers, the elderly woman (whose name you still did not know), gave you and Newt enough food and water to last you till you reached the wizard community in Giza.
The journey was a long one. Hot and sometimes unbearable. You and Newt would perform elaborate light shows for the two of you with your wands, something to keep your mind occupied while you rode the camels through the desert. The wizarding communities here in Egypt kept their whereabouts closely guarded, and the only way to get to them was by muggle means. In short, there was no apperating here. You didn’t mind though; it was a nice break from your usual pace. You wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
You reached Giza as expected. Newt found another camel vendor, selling the camels so you could get more supplies for the creatures. It was midafternoon, and even though you were tired and hungry, you and Newt started looking through the stalls for the things you needed. Newt was holding your hand, while the case was in your other. Since this was a wizarding community, you were able to place your things in the case as you went. Once you had everything you needed, the two of you began to walk to the hotel you would be staying in.
“You know, (Y/n), I am really glad that I have you by my side. These last weeks have been some of the best in a very long time.” He said, and you looked at him with a grin.
“I agree. You’ve been there for me since the moment I landed in this era. And I’m so happy that it’s you that found me that day.” you tell him, a burst of immense happiness and love coursing through your body and making you feel warm and safe.
Newt stopped walking and turned to face you. His eyes were teary, but the smile on his face could rival the sun. He pulled you closer, hands cupping your face.
“(Y/n) there is something that I have to say.” He murmured, voice nearly cracking with emotion. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, hope bubbling and making your stomach flutter with butterflies.
Newt opened his mouth to continue, but you pulled away suddenly. Something behind him had caught your attention, replacing the lovely feelings with anger and hatred.
“Newt. Newt look.” you said, pointing to the sight that had ruined your mood. Newt furrowed his brows, turning to where you pointed. You knew he had seen it too when his eyes widened and his face flushed red with indignation.
“Is that what I think it is?” he asked, voice now low and filled with righteous anger. You nodded, gripping your wand tightly.
“A Thunderbird. In a cage.” You replied, and when Newt looked at you, you swore you knew exactly what he what he was thinking.
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