So I've had a few reviews and messages on some of my "fade to black" type fics lately that have said they like when fics aren't as explicit, so I do have to make it very clear (in case the rating wasn't notice enough) that this fic has quite a bit of smut. And a lot of when you're not reading a sex scene, you're going to be reading about them thinking and talking about sex. If that isn't your thing, read another fic. But I do promise that this isn't just some giant porn fest. There's plot to this fic, and angst, and other characters other than Walter and Paige. The plot is going to be based on a very strong headcanon I have about Waige in a relationship, and while the headcanon in itself is not a problem in itself, I could see it causing a problem if communication isn't as good as it needs to be between them, so that's what I'm going to be writing about here.
A big shoutout to Heidi for helping me talk through some things I wasn't sure about while I was outlining and writing a first draft.
After years of crossword puzzles and Sudoku, there was finally a challenge in the newspaper. Well, not a particularly difficult one, but one that Walter O'Brien couldn't stare at for five seconds and then solve completely from memory.
It was a good thing for the Now You See It folks that that was cancelled before he could compete. He'd have cleaned up – if he managed to actually know what words he was searching for.
This particular puzzle was called Binarmania, and it was a grid of an incomplete binary code. The object was to have the same number of zeros and ones in each row and each column, and there couldn't be more than two of the same number next to each other, horizontally or vertically. It wouldn't take him a terribly long time, but it was something to get his brain working, and he was excited to finally be sitting down to it.
Megan would laugh at him, call him an old man, if she knew he was sitting at a kitchen table with a newspaper working on puzzles at midnight when he had to be awake early for a job.
"What are you up to?"
Paige appeared, still in the skirt she'd been wearing earlier that day, but a button up pajama top completed her look. He vaguely recalled her telling him that the new top she'd worn to work today had an aggravating seam.
"Binarmania," he said, holding up the paper. "Fun fact, Braille is actually a form of binary code, since the dots can either be raised or not."
"Huh. I didn't know that." Paige cocked her head. "So uh, how long do you think you'll be?"
"This should take me maybe twenty minutes," Walter said. "I am tired so that'll slow me down. I'll have to see if this was in the last newspaper you got too, I don't think it's been recycled yet."
Paige walked over to him. "I have another idea."
"Hmmm?" He tapped his pen against his lip as he studied the puzzle, then pressed it to one of the tiny rectangles and wrote a zero.
"Ralph isn't home, which means we don't have to worry about making sure he's sound asleep."
Walter wrote in two ones, then looked up at her. "Ralph isn't here." As soon as he said it, he realized that he was creating a slow echo in the room.
She raised an eyebrow. "Exactly." She walked around the table and massaged his shoulders gently. "We have the whole place to ourselves, Walter."
He did like the quiet – as much as he loved Ralph. The boy could get surprisingly rambunctious.
Paige kissed his neck. "Come to bed."
Walter finally got what she was getting at – and it was an appealing suggestion. He turned to her, standing up and putting his hands on her hips as she caught his lips between her own. One of her hands toyed with a button on his shirt, her fingers working deftly to undo it, then the down to the next one.
Her hand slipped under the waistband of his pants and into his boxers, and Walter grunted as she started to stroke him. His fingers, which had slid up to her ribs, pressed into her skin, and he shuddered as she lowered her head and began kissing him on the neck. He wrapped his arms around her, needing to steady himself, and closed his eyes, his breathing growing audible. "Paige." If they didn't get to the bedroom soon, he was going to be too weak in the knees to walk.
She lifted her head and removed her hand, grabbing both of his and pulling him toward the couch. She had asked him to come to bed. But couch was good. Couch wasn't as far to walk. Walter dropped down onto it and she followed him, straddling his lap and grinding down on him as she put her mouth back on his.
Walter fumbled with the buttons on her shirt – he wasn't nearly as good at this part as she was, and eventually she sat up, managing to open her shirt completely in seconds while he stared in wonder, both at her skill with the buttons and at how she looked in front of him. Her breasts had always fascinated him, especially once he'd figured out exactly how he could use them to drive her crazy. She was capable of reaching orgasm just from him paying attention to them, and he enjoyed being able to get such a response from her that way. As she reached behind her back to undo her bra, Walter decided tonight was going to be one of those nights.
Her bra fell away, and Walter sat up straighter, placing his hands at the bottom of her rib cage as he bent to place wet kisses along her collarbone. He grunted as her hands ran through his hair, and he slid one hand up to trace around one of her breasts with his index finger. He lowered his mouth to the other one, parting his lips and trailing his tongue in a circle around the skin around her nipple.
He'd heard Paige's breathing grow heavier, but now she moaned quietly, tightening her fingers around his curls. "Walter," she whispered, her knees gripping his hips like a vice. He lifted his head, kissing her neck, finding the spot that made her make that sound and then he grabbed her hands and forced her arms to her sides, gripping her upper arms in his hands and keeping them pinned there, unable to do anything but receive. He lowered his mouth back to her breast, wrapping his lips around her nipple and swirling his tongue before sucking.
"Oh..." Paige threw her head back, and Walter knew without even seeing that her eyes were squeezed shut and she was biting her lip and he could feel her arms wanting to move and he swirled his tongue again without releasing the suction. She bent her arms, gripping his just below his elbows and gasping. Walter moved to the other breast, sucking around the nipple before finally giving it attention, hearing her breathing get heavier. She began to rock her hips, pressing down on him and making him release her nipple and groan. His body was aching for her and he wanted to finish this first, but God, she was making that difficult. He put his mouth back on her breast, finally releasing one of her arms so he could massage the other one, feeling her grip him tighter with her knees and now her hand around his neck and he knew she was close. He flicked his tongue against one of her nipples, rubbing the other with the pad of his thumb, and he heard her make a sound that resembled a whine as her body tensed. He released her other arm as she went limp and she fell forward against him, her arms draped over his shoulders as she gasped against his neck.
Walter rubbed her back soothingly. "Easy, Love," he whispered.
"Holy shit," she breathed, staying still against him for another minute or so, then sat up, easing off his lap. Walter grunted quietly as their contact disappeared, but quickly moved to rid himself of his pants and boxers, pushing them all the way down to his ankles and kicking them off as she worked her skirt and underwear down her hips.
Paige walked between his knees and stood over him, running a hand through his hair and down his chest, slowly, stopping to rub one of his nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Then she bent a knee, then the other, and lowered herself between his thighs.
She had him in her mouth almost before Walter's brain had caught up to her movements, and he groaned, tipping his head back against the couch as she dropped all the way down and hollowed her cheeks as she slowly lifted back up. As she continued, his hand came out, feeling along the seat cushion next to him, until it located the small pillow. He drew it against him, gripping it tightly with both hands, trying to let out a long, low, quiet breath, but only managing to exhale halfway before it turned into a louder sound. His eyes fell closed, his mouth open, and he flexed his fingers against the pillow. Paige swirled her tongue around his head, tapping it firmly against the underside, and he groaned again. Then she slowly took him all in again, staying down and sucking hard, using a hand to massage him underneath. Walter bit down on the pillow as his thighs started to shake. Hold it, hold it, hold it, he chanted quietly. He didn't want her to stop, God, he didn't want her to stop, but his body was crying to be inside her and he didn't know if she was intending to finish him off this way or if she wanted that, too.
Paige's other hand was massaging his thigh. He tried to focus on that, but it only served as a distraction for mere seconds before he saw spots in his vision compared with the feeling taking hold in his groin and his teeth dug into the pillow before he released it and groaned loudly, reaching a hand down to one of her shoulders, trying to push her back. "Paige, Paige, Paige..."
She lifted her head and carefully placed her thumb and forefinger, squeezing for several seconds before releasing him entirely. Walter grunted in relief as she crawled back up, straddling him again and putting her mouth firmly on his, lowering herself until she was just too high for him to enter her. Walter's hands slid up to her hips and around to grip her rear, trying to guide her down onto him, but she resisted, continuing to kiss him, brushing her tongue along his and pushing her hips back into his hands. Then she reached down between them, guiding him to her entrance and lowering herself in one smooth motion. Walter went cross eyed.
Paige circled her hips, pressing down on him and closing her eyes. She always did this when she was on top; she enjoyed the feeling of fullness, and Walter liked it too. She felt incredible around him, she always had, and watching her move on him was one of Walter's favorite things. He put his hands on her hips as she rotated them, hearing her groan quietly.
Then she began to move, placing her hands on his shoulders for leverage and pressing her forehead against his. Walter closed his eyes, sliding his hands up to her breasts. He was closer than her, and he caressed them, occasionally swiping a thumb over her nipples to try and catch her up. She quivered at his touch, thrusting more forcefully, not taking long to bring him right back to where he'd been when he'd stopped her before.
But she was close, too. The angle she was thrusting from was a good one for her, efficient, and he knew his stimulation of her breasts was helping. "Wal...ter..." she managed, her fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough that he knew there would be marks, and he craned his neck down, managing to find a nipple with his lips and flick his tongue against it despite all her movement. She dropped all the way down onto him, grinding her hips back in circles, moaning against his neck and beginning the up and down motion again. Walter's hand continued to stimulate her breast, moving his lips back to her neck, and he felt her tightening and pulsing around him and that meant he could finally let go, and he thrust up to meet her and groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he followed her over less than a minute later.
She slumped against him again, her arms around his neck, and he held her, kissing her neck, knowing it took longer for her to come back. "I've got you," he whispered.
"Oh, my God," she mumbled against his neck.
Walter looked to the side, spotting a tissue box on the table next to the couch. Leaning over, holding her in place, he managed to hook a finger around it. Paige sat up as he grabbed a wad of tissues in his hands, handing her another handful. They usually avoided the couch because of the care they needed to take not to make a mess when they separated. Getting the tissues into position, she slowly eased off of him. "This part really kills the mood," she commented.
Walter wouldn't go quite that far, but he nodded in agreement.
She took the tissues from him, grabbing her skirt and heading for the bathroom to throw them away. Walter eased his boxers and pants back up his legs, and then worked the pants back down. They were going to bed, anyway. He turned to make absolutely sure the couch had no evidence of what had transpired there, and, satisfied, he headed for the bedroom. He could finish his code in the morning.
He'd just gotten over to the dresser and ran a comb through his hair when Paige entered the room. Smiling, she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his middle and pressing her cheek against his shoulder. "That felt really good."
"Good," he said affectionately, sliding an arm around her and kissing her temple. When they'd firsts gotten together, he'd been terrified that his relative lack of experience would leave her disappointed. It hadn't taken him long to master her, and he was glad of that, relieved even, that she wouldn't grow bored with him while he learned.
She tipped her head up to look at him flirtatiously. "Do you want to do it again?"
He smirked, turning his body so he could wrap both arms around her. "We have to be awake in five hours," he reminded her.
"Okaaaaay," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
They crossed the room and climbed into bed, and she scooted close to him, putting her head on his chest and sliding her arm over his stomach. "Good night, Love," she whispered.
He slid his hand up into her hair. "Good night, Love."