AN: I had this idea to write 26 short one-shots based on a word that begins with one letter of the alphabet and decided it could be fun. There's one word that's a phrase instead of a word because the letter presented some difficulty. I've already decided on the words so there will be 13 Waige stories and 13 Quintis stories, but sometimes there will be two or three of one before the other's next story.

A: Arms

Walter loved Paige's arms, since the first time he'd woken up with her arm across his chest. He loved that they were smooth and soft but at the same time still muscular and strong.

Paige was a cuddler, something he'd known before their first night sharing a bed. On the way back from a particularly exhausting job, she'd snuggled up against him in the van and leaned her head against his shoulder, their arms becoming tangled at some point. Now that they usually spent nights together, he'd become used to the fact that she rarely kept her arms- or legs, for that matter- to herself despite the fact that they slept in a double bed with plenty of room for both of them to sleep comfortably. She'd always ended up half on top of him, holding him in a vice grip as if her sleeping subconscious were scared of him slipping away at some point in the night.

He'd tried to appease her by spooning behind her as she went to sleep before rolling onto his back so he could sleep more comfortably but there was no fooling Paige, even when she slept. Not a day went by that he didn't wake up with her arms around his chest and her leg hooked across his, so he noticed immediately the mornings that Paige wasn't in bed with him. He missed her on top of him on the rare occasion she woke up first.

One morning, he woke up with a soft groan, her body missing from his. He lifted his head to look at the clock before he smelled sausages cooking and rolled out of bed, dressing himself quickly in a pair of lounging pants and a t-shirt before he wandered barefoot into her kitchen, where she was standing at the stove wearing only a dark shirt of his that she liked to sleep in.

"Good morning," she said brightly, not turning away from her cooking.

He smiled as he walked over to her, placing his hands against her shoulders and sliding his hands slowly down the length of her arms stopping to rest just below her elbow, making her shiver. "Morning," he whispered, placing a quick kiss against her neck.