newmann - first kiss - for maëlle
Feb. 12th, 2019 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oldfashionedloverboystonNewt leans over the sink, trying to get their face as close to the mirror as possible without smearing blood, or snot, on it. They watch their own face as they wince at the sting that comes from pulling the bloody tissue out of their nose.
It made no sense that dabbing a wet cloth over their face would hurt like this — the first didn’t bruise them, exactly, but every inch of their face hurt down to the bone. The room started spinning around them, and Newt was barely able to brace themself against the sink before their knees gave out.
A rapid knocking at the door snapped Newt back to reality, where they found themself half hanging off the sink, knees in a puddle of lukewarm water, overflowing from the sink. The knocks came again. Newt pulled themself up, a small squeak of pain escaping despite their best attempts not to let whoever was at the door know they were in there.
The knocks became more urgent.
“Newton! Newton! I know you’re in there, Newton!” Newt groaned and almost just let themself fall back to their knees. Not him. Please, anyone but him. Can’t Pentecost come and shout at me instead. “Newton, if you don’t open this door I’ll...I’ll break it down.”
“Ha! I’d like to see you try —” Shit. New cursed their inability not to mock Hermann. Through the door they heard Hermann mutter a triumphant ‘I knew it’ under his breath.
“Newton,” his voice was painfully sincere, “let me in. You need a doctor.”
Newt pressed their fist into the wall, barely missing the edge of the mirror.
“I don’t think I need a doctor of mathematics. And I’m a doctor.”
“You’re the wrong kind of doctor too, now let me in Newton.”
Newt bit back their protests and carefully moved toward the door to let their insistent lab partner in.
At the sound of the lock unlatching, Hermann shoved through, shoulder first.
“Calm down! You say you want to help but you almost just knocked me right back on my ass, Hermann.”
The determination melted almost instantly from Hermann’s face as his eyes traced Newt’s swollen and bloody face.
“Oh, Newton…” the cotton-edged sound of his words made Newt soften, reaching their hand out towards Hermann’s arm for support. “How could you be so stupid?”
Newt’s arm instantly snapped back to their side, and they dropped heavily to the floor, pushing themself into a corner with their feet.
“I was right. I’m not stupid. I was right. No one believed me...you didn’t believe me…”
Against his better judgement, Hermann slowly lowered himself to his knees next to Newt’s curled up body.
“Newton...I’m sorry, you’re not stupid, and you were right. Pentecost told me what you saw. But doing that alone was dangerous, you could’ve gotten yourself killed.” Newt heard Hermann take a deep and measured breath. “And it looks like you nearly did.”
Newt lifted their head, but not before trying to wipe their eyes along their sleeves subtly. Hermann might be being nice to them now, but that doesn’t mean he gets to see them cry.
“Doing it alone? Yeah, it was dangerous, but it needed to happen, and no one was going to help me.” Herman settled down, sitting back on his feet, and Newt saw the twinge of pain ripple across his face, even as he tried to mask it. “Hermann...Hermann, get up. Your knee. Get up.”
“I’ll do it with you — next time. I mean. If you need to o it again. I’ll, I’ll do it with you.”
Newt brushed over the fact that Hermann just blatantly ignored them, taken aback by the uncharacteristic offer.
“You would do that? For me?” they started to trip over their words, unsure of the feeling that started to grow up through their throat. “Uh...with me?”
Hermann leaned forward, holding Newt’s face in his hands as gently as possible.
“No, Newton. I would do it for you.” Newt figured they must have been imagining Hermann’s face moving slowly closer to their own, until they feel the lightest brush of his lips on theirs. “I never want to think I’ve lost you again.” A million responses — romantic, silly, funny, weird — stuttered through Newt’s mind, but instead they pulled Hermann close again, and willed him to keep kissing them.
It made no sense that dabbing a wet cloth over their face would hurt like this — the first didn’t bruise them, exactly, but every inch of their face hurt down to the bone. The room started spinning around them, and Newt was barely able to brace themself against the sink before their knees gave out.
A rapid knocking at the door snapped Newt back to reality, where they found themself half hanging off the sink, knees in a puddle of lukewarm water, overflowing from the sink. The knocks came again. Newt pulled themself up, a small squeak of pain escaping despite their best attempts not to let whoever was at the door know they were in there.
The knocks became more urgent.
“Newton! Newton! I know you’re in there, Newton!” Newt groaned and almost just let themself fall back to their knees. Not him. Please, anyone but him. Can’t Pentecost come and shout at me instead. “Newton, if you don’t open this door I’ll...I’ll break it down.”
“Ha! I’d like to see you try —” Shit. New cursed their inability not to mock Hermann. Through the door they heard Hermann mutter a triumphant ‘I knew it’ under his breath.
“Newton,” his voice was painfully sincere, “let me in. You need a doctor.”
Newt pressed their fist into the wall, barely missing the edge of the mirror.
“I don’t think I need a doctor of mathematics. And I’m a doctor.”
“You’re the wrong kind of doctor too, now let me in Newton.”
Newt bit back their protests and carefully moved toward the door to let their insistent lab partner in.
At the sound of the lock unlatching, Hermann shoved through, shoulder first.
“Calm down! You say you want to help but you almost just knocked me right back on my ass, Hermann.”
The determination melted almost instantly from Hermann’s face as his eyes traced Newt’s swollen and bloody face.
“Oh, Newton…” the cotton-edged sound of his words made Newt soften, reaching their hand out towards Hermann’s arm for support. “How could you be so stupid?”
Newt’s arm instantly snapped back to their side, and they dropped heavily to the floor, pushing themself into a corner with their feet.
“I was right. I’m not stupid. I was right. No one believed me...you didn’t believe me…”
Against his better judgement, Hermann slowly lowered himself to his knees next to Newt’s curled up body.
“Newton...I’m sorry, you’re not stupid, and you were right. Pentecost told me what you saw. But doing that alone was dangerous, you could’ve gotten yourself killed.” Newt heard Hermann take a deep and measured breath. “And it looks like you nearly did.”
Newt lifted their head, but not before trying to wipe their eyes along their sleeves subtly. Hermann might be being nice to them now, but that doesn’t mean he gets to see them cry.
“Doing it alone? Yeah, it was dangerous, but it needed to happen, and no one was going to help me.” Herman settled down, sitting back on his feet, and Newt saw the twinge of pain ripple across his face, even as he tried to mask it. “Hermann...Hermann, get up. Your knee. Get up.”
“I’ll do it with you — next time. I mean. If you need to o it again. I’ll, I’ll do it with you.”
Newt brushed over the fact that Hermann just blatantly ignored them, taken aback by the uncharacteristic offer.
“You would do that? For me?” they started to trip over their words, unsure of the feeling that started to grow up through their throat. “Uh...with me?”
Hermann leaned forward, holding Newt’s face in his hands as gently as possible.
“No, Newton. I would do it for you.” Newt figured they must have been imagining Hermann’s face moving slowly closer to their own, until they feel the lightest brush of his lips on theirs. “I never want to think I’ve lost you again.” A million responses — romantic, silly, funny, weird — stuttered through Newt’s mind, but instead they pulled Hermann close again, and willed him to keep kissing them.
