Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
So, humanity wrought its downfall and knowledge went with it. [It was an interesting, if sad, thought.] A traveler. Did you ever find anything out, about your mother? [Newt laughed, because British dudes were hardly as polite as they seemed.] We got our wands at eleven and were given the precise measurements. [He said it teasing and willfully misunderstanding in the face of the repeated underhanded employment of that wink.] But, no, boarding school means we showered together. Exciting for me, rather everyone else's worst fear. [He thought about what it might've meant to be a druid.] What do they say? Storlock. Perhaps you'll take me. [Just gently, almost in passing, he touched Patrick's chin. It could, after all, be perfectly friendly. It wasn't as if he was watching anyone get off in the loo.] Darling, you might not've grown out of that. [It was a soft observation, but many of Newt's were.
He laughed about the skirt and Patrick's firm 'no,' and he did hand off the wand. He watched Patrick inspect it, touch it.] It was nicer when I first got it, of course. [Now the instrument looked chipped and worn, but well-used, certainly.—Newt rather felt he couldn't be blamed then, for looking at the exposure of belly. It was what Patrick meant for him to do, after all. He'd've touched the cicatrix of the scar, but it seemed like it'd be perhaps too much.] What did it? You had that—something like it—as Joseph. [He couldn't even pretend he hadn't returned to the man, Joseph, in his mind since it'd all happened, so he didn't bother.] I didn't mean you had to call, but I take your meaning. [A smile.] I'm good with all manner of impossible creatures, you see. [And Pickett, from under the bed—or perhaps he'd gone out a window—, squeaked his objection to this claim.
Newt had rather a lot of questions for Patrick about the conversation with Sue, but he knew it was like the man's battered hand—touchy. It might take some massaging.] It sounds it. You probably put him into a panic, at least judging by how he approached it with me. Perhaps he realized you were right. [Patrick looked up and Newt glanced at the man's face, amber a rove of curiosity.] I don't know that we do. [Newt laughed a quiet surprised laugh at the thought that he deserved better than Sue, that Patrick thought he did.] You worry for my honor? [The words about sex were thankfully uttered by the time he was finished tending to Patrick's hand. He felt himself blush slightly, a warming, and it wasn't lost on Newt that Joseph'd said something quite similar.] Do you know, I've had sex... less than ten times in the last decade and all of it's been this last year. [Newt took a moment to bite his tongue. Now, of course, he realized he was treading on dangerous ground. He'd faced enough beasts to know when he was before one that might lash out at him. Not that Patrick would. But, he might rather backpedal. Still, it took quite a lot of determination to quash out the desire to make an offer. Because, Merlin, did he want to. 'Oh, you don't like sex? I can help.'—Newt blinked as Patrick looked up at him, and the hand on his hip was disorienting—compelling?—enough that he almost came forward again, between spread thighs. He should've removed himself altogether, back to his chair, but he didn't. He looked down at Patrick, at his chin, then his chest, as he thought.] Well..., he's filthy.