day 18 - kissing cause of a dare (Tina+Graves; established Newtina; hinted Goldgramander)
Newt isn’t certain whether he’s happy or not when Tina receives Leta's dare. On one hand, it’s good that it’s Tina; on the other, he wishes it were him.
The reason being the man currently sitting next to Newt: Percival Graves—a senior at their college, a friend of a friend, also a friend of his brother. Honestly, Newt wouldn’t be here in the first place had they not told him who'd be attending this house party. Such rambunctious and noisy gatherings aren’t his thing and his girlfriend knows this, usually informing him that she may go out and being asked in return to text him when she gets home or needs to be picked up.
Tina also knows they both have an unusual infatuation towards someone outside of their relationship, which is why amidst the cheers and protests of all the game participants, she throws him a quick but meaningful look as she makes her way over from her seat.
It’s difficult to be subtle with his eyes as he follows every movement, because there’s watching like everyone else, and then there’s watching.
Standing in front of Percival, Tina clears her throat, already blushing. “Apologies in advance.”
“No worries,” Percival replies in that soft, husky tone that tickles at Newt’s ears, then turns to Newt, nearly stopping his heart. “Though really, I should be the one apologizing,” and it’s so damn sincere.
“No worries,” Newt chokes out, unsure why he’s so nervous, but takes in the man's handsome face pulled into something adorably sheepish.
Once that exchange is over, Tina obviously has no more qualms and she places her hands on Percival's face, tilting his head up into a firm kiss. It’s nothing inappropriate, just her mouth pursing gently over Percival's and maybe staying a little longer than necessary (for which she can’t be blamed; his lips must be very soft), and Newt doesn’t know where to look—Tina, her pretty face and hands, Percival's long, dark lashes as they flutter closed, the stretch of his pale neck—
He recognizes the look in Tina's eyes afterwards as she draws back (and god he swears Percival gives a little sigh at the end of the kiss), satisfied yet not, and predicts a longer night ahead of them.
“Newt,” Tina calls, pulling him from his thoughts, and smiles lovingly, knowingly. “Truth or dare?”
And Newt is careful to not glance over to the side. Bloody hell.