As soon as Maverick knew that ______ had taken the potion, he let go of the curse on Newt. It was as if he had just woken up. The last thing he remembered was Maverick pointing his wand at him, and now, he was standing in front of ______, her against the wall. "What is happening?" Newt asked, looking from ______ to Maverick.

"Try dealing with her now," Maverick said with a sickly smirk, grabbing Newt's case and apparating before Newt could ask anything. What is that supposed to mean? He had so many questions.

Newt turned to ______, and almost immediately, he knew there was something wrong. She looked pale and sickly, like she did after they would apparate. "______, are you alright? What did he do to you?" Newt asked, worry and panic in his voice. He can't have missed helping her again, and he hoped that she was fine. That it was his imagination. That there was a reasonable answer for the gap in his memory.

"Nothing," she replied in a sweet voice Newt never heard her use. "Hey, can I tell you something?"

Newt gave her a strange look. "Right now? Shouldn't we do it later? Maverick got away, and we need to find where he went."

"It won't take long," she assured him. "Besides, a minute can crawl by when there's something you want real bad."

Newt raised an eyebrow. What was she talking about? "Alright then... what is it?" he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time," she told him. "For us to be alone, no distractions, no one else around who might come barging in."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "We were alone at your apartment. ______, what's wrong?" he asked, looking into her eyes. Suddenly, he was enchanted by how pretty they were, and they were completely focused on him. He always admired them, and even now, they had a special gleam to them. Getting nervous, he drifted his eyes down to her lips.

"Nothing's wrong," she said, taking a step towards him, grabbing the loose ends of a tie he never bothered to do. I beg to differ, Newt thought. Something strange is going on here.

"______, we really need to get going," he told her, but he didn't even move. It was as if he was stuck there. Nothing was holding him back but himself.

"But why?" she asked, then bit her lip. She was still looking into his eyes, but he was focused in on her lips. "There's something else I want to tell you."

"What is it?" He asked. Everything else was forgotten, all he wanted to do was know why ______ was acting like this. He could tell she wasn't acting like herself, or at least, that's what he thought. She was being flirty, something he never noticed her doing.

And he'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued.

"Are you scared?" she asked suddenly. She noticed he wasn't really looking at her, or at least, not in her eyes. This was a habit of his, but right now, under the amortentia, she was just saying the first things that came to mind.

"Why would I be scared?" he asked, her, still looking at her lips. He wasn't scared, more just shocked. He wasn't sure what was happening, and he didn't like not knowing. "What do you want to tell me?"

She took a deep breath in. "I want you to kiss me," she told him, now pulling on the loose ends of his tie, bringing him closer to her in the process. "I've wanted you to kiss me for so long."

Newt's eyes widened, and he tried taking a step back, but she just stepped closer to him in the process. Right now, he just wanted to think without her eyes staring him down. Those eyes he might not be able to say no to, but first, he had some questions. Mainly just one big one that he finally asked: "Why?"

"Newt," she began, in a regular voice now. Almost like she was talking, not the amortentia. "I really like you. You're sweet, you're passionate, you're handsome, you've been there for me, you saved my life, you know how to make me smile..." she started to trail off. "I could go on for a long time just talking about you."

"Why right here? Why now?" he asked. He wasn't sure what to do. Was she asking him to kiss her, or was she simply telling him this? You daft man, he thought to himself. Why would she tell you that if she didn't want you to kiss her?

At least, that's what he was hoping.

"Why not?" she asked. "Why question it anyways? I think you feel the same way."

"What do you mean?" he asked, a slight blush coming to his cheeks. It was so strange to think this was actually happening. Was it actually happening? Or was this some kind of weird dream?

Like the dream he had back at her apartment. She felt so close in that one, too.

"I'm not blind, Newt. I've seen what you stare at," she said, smiling a little and laughing. "I've noticed it a few times, not just here. I've always seen you look at my lips, but I never thought it meant anything. That is, until now. Until I realized how much I want you to kiss me."

Newt's face turned red. I brought this upon myself, haven't I? he thought. He'd be lying if he said that it didn't cross his mind before, kissing her. Ever since he had that conversation with Tina, he had been measuring how he really felt about ______. At one point, he thought maybe I he just kissed her, it would help him know. It would give him a better idea on how he held her. He just didn't think she'd ever say it, and he didn't imagine it being anything like this. He fumbled for his words, "I know, I know I stare at you lips a lot, but..." he trailed off.

But what? He thought. There was no way to end that sentence, she was just right.

"Don't you want to kiss me? Don't you want me just like I want you?" she asked, looking at him with a kind of pleading, shining eyes.

Newt sighed, giving in. Try as he might, he couldn't say no to those eyes. They shined brilliantly at him, and when he looked at them, he didn't want to look away. "One kiss," he told her.

She smiled, and Newt took a deep breath in, calming himself. He was suddenly nervous, but as she looked at him with expecting eyes, he knew there was no going back now.

He leaned towards her, afraid to close his eyes, lest he miss her lips somehow. She closed her eyes, awaiting the moment. Newt closed the gap between the two, and almost forgetting to tilt his head, bumped against her forehead before his lips clashed with hers.

The first thing he noticed was how her lips felt. They were soft and warm, and the moment he put his lips on hers, he felt like he was absorbing her warmth. Her lips tasted faintly of something sweet, though he couldn't place it. It was almost like sugar, but there was more to it. As he thought about it, he closed his eyes, and his breathing seemed to mix with hers until they were breathing at the same pace. He didn't know what to do with his hands, but they seemed to move themselves, placing them at her waist.

God, this feels so right, Newt thought to himself. He forgot about how strange she was acting, and he was caught up in this one moment.

The second his lips parted from hers, it was almost like the temperature in the room changed. Right as he was about to say something, ______ beat him to it.

Newt said one kiss, but she had other plans.

The smile on her face was brighter than he had ever seen it. "Wow," she said. "I'm so happy, can you feel it?" she asked, leaning close to him again. "Newt, you are all I need, don't let go."

Newt stared at her for a moment, and she stood a little taller, bringing them together again. All the nervousness from earlier seemed to melt away, and Newt just stood there, looking at her. Everything just felt so right somehow, so he didn't argue when she told him to not let go. He held her at her waist, still clasping his hands behind her back like he was hugging her.

______ moved her head upwards, kissing him on the cheek. "One today," she began. She kissed him on the cheek again, and as she began to list 'ones,' she kissed him on a different place on his face, avoiding his lips. He stood there, confused, but on some level of euphoria.

"One tomorrow, one chance connection, one stolen stare, one vison, one forever..." she trailed off, now looking right at his lips.

"One, as you promised, one kiss," she said softly. This time, Newt closed his eyes, awaiting the sensation he got earlier. However, that's when something changed.

That's when the potion began to wear off.

Newt's eyes shot open as he felt her hands leave the loose ends of his tie, and ______ alarmed voice ring though the air.

"Oh god, Newt, this was the distraction."