Re: [sue/newt]
[For an ancient shirt, it held up remarkably well. Newt's long fingers were nimble, well-used to de-threading buttons, and he was nearly half-way down Sue's chest when the other man spoke. He, Newt, glanced up through veil of ginger fringe with a smile on his own lips.] I rather think I smell like dirt. [He did. Fresh earth and animals, per usual, with a thread of lavender from his soap.] But, thank you. [He unbuttoned Sue to the navel, listening as his friend continued speaking. Yes, it was clear it was cold out. He'd've offered to Apparate, if he'd known Sue was going to walk, instead, from Destiny and Patrick's house in the neighborhood.—Ah, well, the chill to pale skin wasn't nothing a good cup of tea and a bit of huddling under blankets wouldn't fix.
Newt finished with the white button shirt and spread the wings of the front of it aside.] Of course you can—[He jumped at the cold touch, and he was quick to place his hand over Sue's, where it sat on his stomach.] Keep that up and I'll change my mind, [he chided without any truth. He rubbed at the colder hand beneath his own and beneath his sleep-shirt.] Oh, yes, I see, I see. I need to remind you of the bluebell flames charm is what I see, as well, hm? [If the man let him, Newt released Sue's hand and began to remove his own shirt. He'd a pullover in the chest of drawers, but his pajama shirt was already warm from the bed. Sue could have it.] Here.