Newt waited for you at the apartment, the hum of traffic and subways rumbling under his feet, unsettling from his life in England. Everything was bigger in the Big Apple where you lived now, and it was hard getting him to adjust to your lifestyle. He was used to a different time, different sounds, different routines. But you were determined to break that.
"Newt!" you called from the doorway of your apartment. You'd dressed the both of you in some professional attire, pencil skirts and blazers, to go to your office in the Empire State building. "Newt, babe, you ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," he responded sarcastically, walking into the entrance room with his tie amok and soft blonde locks undone. Newt still hadn't gotten the hang of grooming, something he didn't need to worry about before he moved to the upper class section of town you resided in. You raised a hand to straighten out the silk fabric into a bow, and to clean the nest of hair. Instead, Newt grabbed your arms and pulled you in for a hug. You gave him a quick one, not wanting to be late for work. The boss wouldn't be very happy if his assistant wasn't there to assist. You pushed his shoulders gently away and he groaned.
Newt whined, "Why do I even need to work? Can't I just stay here and bloody babysit or something?" You chuckled and rubbed your fingers gently on his jawline. His accent would kill you most days, but today it was murdering you brutally with a chainsaw and ripping the butterflies out of your heart. You didn't feel like going to work. It was a beautiful, sunny day, the clouds that polluted the skies every other day disappeared overnight and a blazing sun shined through the floor-to-ceiling window that let in a view of the city.
"There are no kids to babysit, and you don't know the first thing about children," you reasoned.
Newt clutched your hips tighter and murmured, "I might've if we'd had some children. We should have some children, don't you think, love?" Your breath hitched as his fingertips grazed the raised part of your button up and ran a line to your mid-back. Newt's eyes flickered repeatedly to your pursed lips and to your nose, before deciding he was done torturing you and let you go, swerving around you and into the hallway.
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"I can't believe you just left me there, I was so ready and you just walked out Newt!" you said as he chuckled. You'd finished the day at work after Newt spilled the coffee and stapled the files to the desk (and countless other mistakes) and he was bugging you about how frustrated you were the entire four hours.
"I'm sorry love, but it's quite funny when you get flustered. Consider it payback for making me work." You glared at him and rolled your eyes.
"Just shut up and drive, shuckhead," you growled. Newt had his hometown slang engraved in your brain and you just used it to your advantage. Newt gasped and feigned shock.
"My dear, is the lovely wife insulting her husband? That's a shame," he sighed. Even through the façade, you could tell he was getting just as heated as you were. Fine; if he wanted to play the payback game, you could keep it going.
You rolled your head back in the chair and groaned lightly. "Can we just get home? I'm so tired, I just want to lay in bed." Newt nodded curtly and stared straight ahead at the street light, not quite getting the hint. So you kicked it up a notch; you brushed your fingers through his hair and stopped at the nape of his neck, something you knew unsettled him.
"I'm so glad I chose this outfit for you today," you said matter-of-factly.
Newt glanced over and accelerated the car slightly. "Oh yeah, why's that dear?"
Leaning over into his ear, you whispered, "Because it's so easy to take off." Newt almost swerved the car into the next lane and spluttered a string of profanities as he regained control.
"What was that?!" Newt cried. "What's this all of a sudden?"
"I just wanted to state a fact. See, all you have to do is untie the bow like this," you demonstrated and flung it in the backseat, "and untuck the shirt, you know the rest. Seriously though, I want to go home and just lay in bed."
Five minutes later, Newt closed the door behind the both of you and attacked your lips. He was never this rough, but there was still a trace of his side that didn't want to hurt you, even a little.
He shook his jacket off his shoulders, and you unbuttoned his shirt, and he lifted your tank top, and this continued until you were both cuddled under the sheets, trying to save the last remaining bits of friction-caused warmth while the sun set in the window. Newt traced his name over and over on your hips, mumbling some random song he learned when he first got to America because it made him happy. You listened silently, watching his eyes glow as he did in return, until the sound of the phone in the kitchen made you groan.
You got up to get it, but Newt pulled you back down to the bed. "You can't leave me here," he whined. "It's gonna be cold, I need you."
As the phone was on its third ring, there wasn't really reason to check it now. Cuddling back up to your man, you both strained to hear the voicemail.
"(Y/N), I am calling to inform you that Mr. O'Brien isn't pleased with you taking your hot boyfriend to work, and the numerous mistakes he made. He's on his man period and fired you. Sorry, girlfriend," The receptionist apologized. You sighed and closed your eyes, not worried but tired.
"Um, love? Did I miss something? Aren't you supposed to be screaming at me that I got you fired?" Newt cautiously asked.
You shook your head no. "Now we can focus on having those children you wanted," you joked good-naturedly.
Newt chuckled and held you close as the last fading rays of the sun shimmered out.
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Literally suck ass at updating, I've been reading and school and I got a D in biology so I'm great👌 but here u go
