Cologne

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Jeanne's POV
Newt plopped down on the bench, drained.

"Are you alright?" I asked softly.

"Yeah," he squeaked. "Let's not do that again, though."

I laughed. Newt began laughing with me.

He pulled me by the waist closer to him on the bench, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

"You're wonderful," Newt said.

I blushed deeply. After a year or so of being together, he could still make me blush.

"Jeanne," Newt started. "C-can I ask you something?"

"Anything," I replied with a smile.

He got up from the bench and stood in front of me. Newt fumbled with his coat pockets then got down on a knee.

I gasped a bit, my stomach full of butterflies.

Newt held a small box, a ring box. "Jeanne, I know it's only been a year or so together and it's been no doubt the best year of my life, but . . erm, w-would you marry me?"

"Yes!" I nearly screamed. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Newt stood up and pulled me up with him. He opened the box and furrowed his brows.

"Jeanne, well I would give you a ring, but uh," Newt showed me the empty box. "I think the Niffler took it."

I laughed, hugging him. He was so adorable. Newt grabbed my face and peppered me with kisses.

"I love you, Jeanne," he said. "So, so much."

"I love you too, Mr. Scamander," I said, jokingly.

"Soon you'll be Mrs. Scamander," Newt laughed. "Jeanne Scamander, I rather like it."

I pulled him by the bow tie in for one last kiss. The sun had just set and the stars began to creep out from behind the hills.

"Ready to go home?" he asked. I nodded and we Disapparated.

Newt took of his blue coat and hung it up. He turned to me, smiling.

I hugged him, smelling his shirt. "Are you wearing cologne?" I asked with a laugh.

"I heard women like it," Newt said. "Like how the Erumpent likes the other's musk . . . Do you not like it?" he asked sheepishly.

"No, I do like it . . . A lot actually," I said with a smile.

"Good," Newt said. "Maybe I'll wear it more often," he said, playfully touching my nose.

Before we could pull away from the hug, I tickled his side. He let out a very unmanly laugh. "Hey!"

Before I could run, Newt grabbed me from behind, tickling me senselessly.

"Stop!" I said in between laughs and breaths. In an attempt to get away I fell onto the couch and Newt fell on top of me. He kissed my laughing face while continuing to rub my sides.

Finally he stopped.  I breathed heavily, smiling. "Don't you do that again," I said.

"That's for taking me into the air," Newt teased.

"Alright," I said, "we're even."

Then, the night got steamy . . .

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