newt was so easy to tease, it'd be amusing, if it weren't for the way your legs would give out when he'd get sick of you toying with him, and he'd push you against a tree or anything he could pin you against to tease you back. the way he'd look at you almost made you regret doing what you did. yet, you still kept doing it. he was so sick of it, he just wanted you to actually kiss him.

it wasn't even a shock when you did it again. his time, after going to get fertilizer in the deadheads. zart sent you two together. while you two were chatting, he looked at you, and you leaned in. you made him believe you'd kiss him, only to pull away on the last second when he'd lean in, too. he rolled his eyes and looked away from you. and you did it. again.

just as you were preparing to pull away, he stopped you and kissed you, his hands on your hips. when he pulled away, he glared at you as if you just commited the crime of calling him 'newtie.' he hated that nickname. so much.

still in shock of the sudden kiss, your eyes drifted towards the ground, newt walking away to get the fertilizer. you were blushing. it was pretty obvious, too. he laughed, still slightly annoyed.

"what's the matter, cat got your tongue, love?" he glanced at you, a smirk on his face as he watched your cheeks redden even more, if that was even possible.

once you two got back to the gardens, you two took a small break, sitting under a tree. the leaves cast a small shadow over you two, protecting you from the sun. you still hadn't said a word since the 'incident' and he was getting concerned, because you were always very talkative.

"{{user}}," he murmured, "what's up? are you mad at me or something?"