Re: [sue/newt]
[He rolled over when Newt sighed pityingly and began attempting to remove his clothes. He was in the mood to be pitied, and he was very much in the mood to be under warm covers with Newt. There were buttons down the front of the shirt, plain and white, which Adrian had worn to work before stopping over to check on Destiny approximately a hundred years ago.]
That smells good. [Of the tea.] You smell good. [Not of the tea, with a small smile. He glanced down, watching Newt undo button after button, exposing pale, chilled flesh.] It's fucking freezing out there. [His eyes widened, slightly.] You better be letting me under there with you, or I might freeze to death, you know. [He slid his hand over the covers, and then uncerimoniously placed his ice cold hand on Newt's warm stomach with a diabolical expression. Whatever else might be happening, teasing always put him in a good mood.] See? [Getting his hand under Newt's shirt didn't hurt either.]