He's pretty sure Allison would punch him in the head if she were to catch them making out in the middle of her party right now but to hell with it. This is his wife, they're still pretty much newlyweds, and if his wife wants to kiss him then goddamn it, she can kiss him. He threads his fingers through her hair, twirling one of the silky strands as he smiles into the kiss and rests his free hand on her hip. It's a damn good time of year, he thinks, and they'd made the perfect choice getting married at the start of the holiday season. The fact that it had been Halloween and their one-year-anniversay had been awesome enough but getting to say that this is their first Christmas together as a married couple--Newt pretty much considers that a gift in itself.

"Don't even talk to me about sampling all this dessert, holy shit," he answers once he's pulled away from her, letting Kate take his hand and tug him toward the table covered with food. Every last inch of the surface is taken up with cookies and cupcakes and candy canes, and Newt doesn't even really know where to begin because it's always like being in heaven when someone else does the cooking and baking. He's good at it, he does it for Kate as often as he can, but on the nights that he's home late from work or she's busy with studying, it's just junk food and take-out. Being treated to something like this is always one of Newt's favorite things about going to a party.

"Um, I thought it was about feeling sick so your wife has to carry your dumb ass home, maybe we're reading different marriage manuals." He's torn between picking up a cookie or a cupcake first until he eventually figures that nobody should have to make a decision like that and grabs one of both. It's just better that way, and he would challenge anyone to try to prove him wrong.