Here's an image for you: Newt in nothing but Graves' coat. You're welcome.
(Do I. Do I publish this ask? Do I dare disturb the universe? Do I dare have such SCANDALOUS content on my blog?)
To be honest, I do.
And as I always do, I’m going to manage to turn it into a SFW ficlet. You can’t catch me with memo sexting, you won’t catch me with mere semi-nudity. XD
“It w-w-was an accid-d-dent,” Newt chattered. His lips were turning blue with cold and Graves was halfway to panic already.
“We can talk later about that,” Graves said tightly. He was already pulling off Newt’s soaked shirt and Newt, by extension, was ripping off as much of his clothing as he could. How Newt managed to fall off a boat was beyond Graves, but the fact that he had waited to do this until they were in the Antarctic was somehow inevitable.
When Newt’s soaked and half-frozen clothes were off, Graves threw his coat around Newt for lack of anything else and helped him stagger inside and down into the warmth of the suitcase.
“How come you waited so long to call me?” Graves asked, once he had Newt somewhere warm with a hot cider in his hands.
“I got b-b-back on the b-boat by myself,” Newt said obstinately. His lips were getting back to normal, and he wasn’t wincing every time he touched the cup. “J-just needed help after that.”
Graves sighed and sat down next to Newt, toweling Newt’s soaked hair dry. “Call me sooner, next time.”
Newt gives him a flat look. His teeth are still chattering, so it’s rather hard to take him seriously. “Th-there won’t b-be a n-next time.”
“You fell into Lake Ontario. You fell into the Amazon River. You fell into the Pacific Ocean. You have now fallen into the Antarctic Ocean, and that is not counting the number of times you’ve fallen into ponds in this suitcase. Newt. It’s going to happen again.”
“Oh y-y-ye of little f-faith.”
Graves sighed, abandoning that line of conversation. “Is there anything else to help you warm up?”
With a sly smile, Newt gestures to the coat he’s currently wrapped in. It’s a little short in the arms, and it looks like he’s swimming in the body, because the tailoring on that coat is made specifically for Graves. And he’s not wearing a stitch of clothing under that. On any other day, when Newt’s not in imminent danger of freezing to death, Graves would find it really attractive. “They s-say that you c-can warm someone up b-by…skin to skin c-contact.”
Scratch that last thought, Newt looks amazing wearing nothing but Graves’ coat.