Chapter eighteen (Y/N)

                                    

                                          
Again, I'm doing my best with the romance. It's difficult for me to write because parts of it are unnatural to me. I'm sex-repulsed and I'm trying not to let my preferences/feelings (or lack thereof) become too aparent. I especially don't understand how people can sleep curled up together all night Lol. But I wanted to incorporate that because physical touch is important to most people and something many couples do. I also know that cuddling/hugging and kissing/making out with your significant other is very common and natural to do so I'm incorporating those as well.
This chapter starts with some fluff and ends with some angst. No relationship goes without fights so I took the opportunity to add a little bit of tension between our protagonists. Hope it hits you in the feels;)
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I love waking up with Newt. 
From our combined body heat, the blanket was always warm, which helped ward off the early morning chill. At least one part of his body was always touching me; be it his arm resting across my stomach, a hand loosely holding my pajamas, or our legs tangled together. He made his presence known and it helped me sleep. And the way the sunlight illuminated his features made him appear angelic, casting a shine over his golden hair and making his skin glow.
Waking up with him was peaceful and, even in our drowsy states, I always felt loved and safe.
"Mornin,' Love," Newt murmured into my hair, his voice and accent thick with sleep. Something I found incredibly hot. 
"Morning," I mumbled, instinctively tucking myself closer to Newt. He was so warm and comfortable and I was too tired to want to get up. My brain understood that it was time to start the day, but my body disagreed. I'd be content to lay here with Newt all day, just feeling his gentle touches and listening to his smoky voice.
Newt seemed to feel the same way and said, "I know we need to get up," he looked at his watch then back to me, "but I really don't want to." 
I opened one eye and gave him a sloppy smile. "I'm not sure if I told you this already, but I love your accent. It's fucking hot as Hell."  
He blushed and grinned from ear to ear. His smiles are contagious and I soon found myself grinning just as widely as him. He's so cute when he smiles. Well, he's cute all the time, but especially when he looks happy. One of the things I loved most about Newt is how modest and down-to-Earth he is. He isn't good at accepting praise, and I enjoy seeing his bashful expression whenever I compliment him. He gets all sheepish and demure as if he's surprised and then stumbles over his words adorably.
"Thanks, Love," Newt replied, somewhat hesitantly. 
"You don't need to thank me," I reminded him. "But, if you want to..." I sat up and placed my hand on his bare chest over one of his scars. Lightly, I ran my finger along the length of the mark before cupping his cheek. Keeping my lips just out of reach, I whispered, "I know a way you can."
Newt smirked and rested his hand atop mine, keen on taking me up on that offer. His soft lips met mine, the initial kiss slow and careful, before speeding up. 
Somehow, we ended up standing, with Newt's back pressed against the wall and me leaning into him. Both of my hands were on his face, keeping his lips pressed against mine. I lost myself in his ethereal grace, in his rough curves and edges. Drowning in his scent which always carried a hint of lavender, drawing me in and filling me with a sense of hope and peace I couldn't explain. As if he embodied all that was good in life.
He pulled away only to begin peppering my face with sweet, tender kisses that pulled a moan out of me. I tilted my head to the side, allowing Newt more surface to explore. Taking the hint, he pressed his lips to my neck, sending a shiver through my body, as he rubbed his fingers up and down my spine.