She sat on her couch anxiously tapping on the arm rest. Ralph had just left with Sylvester. He hadn't been informed of the change in status with his mom and Walter yet; they decided to wait until the morning, after Sly dropped him off, when things were calmer and he wasn't half asleep. Paige had a hunch he knew though, by the way he kept smiling at Walter when they were cleaning up Kavelsky's.
Her phone beeped startling her,
I'll be there in precisely three minutes and 37 seconds
Can't wait ; ) She replied.
Checking herself in the mirror one last time she fluffed out her hair a bit also chastising herself for taking the makeup off. She looked down at her over-sized t-shirt, wondering if this was the appropriate outfit choice. It was only a t-shirt that stopped short just under her belly button and her favorite lace underwear but she felt self-conscious, suddenly seeing her faint stretch marks over her stomach. She took a deep breath and smiled at her absurdity. He's in love you, she thought to herself, he's going to love you no matter what you're wearing...or not wearing.
Earlier, in the closet they came close to fully immersing themselves in each other but it didn't feel quite right. His shirt was becoming undone when he placed his hands over hers to stop her from unbuttoning the last three buttons.
"I don't want to ruin this," he said to her after he realized the concerned look on her face, "but I am uh, a bit nervous, I want to do this right, and I don't think I could, uh, perform properly, in a closet. Perhaps we could continue this in a more comfortable location?"
Thinking about it, she did feel silly hiding in a closet like a couple of high school students would. But truth be told, they could have been stranded on a deserted island and Paige would have been happy. She just wanted to be with him. Tonight he showed her a side to him she knew he always had but never showed, and it made her fall a little more in love with him. The vulnerability made her legs weak; she has never found him sexier. Thinking about the time in the closet was already starting to get her excited again. She hadn't felt the butterflies in her stomach like this since...ever.
Paige jumped when she heard a soft knock. She tugged on her t-shirt as she opened the door.
"Hey, nerd," she flirted leaning her body against the door.
Walter froze, his eyes widening, making contact with hers. In the last 33 days, 5 hours, 34 minutes, and 7 seconds that Paige had been fired and walked out the door, all he could think about was her voice, her giggles, her smile...her scent that followed her when she walked passed his desk. He had every detail of her face and body burned into his brain down to that one little freckle she had on the left side of her nose that she tried to cover with makeup. He knew the indentation of her waist, he knew the curves of her hips, her thighs, he was always sneaking glances at her thighs; he knew she was self-conscious of them and that's why she didn't wear short skirts too often, but when she did, oh but when she did...
"Hi," he said not breaking the eye contact.
Those 33 days, 5 hours, 34 minutes, and 7 seconds since she was fired were incredibly hard for him but those 32 minutes and 25 seconds that it took him to go the garage, find clothes, and make his way back to her were pure hell. He took a step closer, capturing her lips in between his. He dropped his duffel bag in the entry way and then proceeded to lift her up, her legs wrapping around him like earlier in the closet. Paige's arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed her up against the back wall. He kicked the door shut behind him, breaking the kiss only to twist his body to lock it.
Being pressed up against the wall allowed Paige the freedom of letting her hands roam his upper body. He had changed into a blue t-shirt that formed his body, but it was loose enough where she could easily lift it over his head. Their kisses paused as the shirt lifted above him and fell to the floor. In the dark closet, it was harder for her to peak at his chest, but now she marveled at his body. It had only been a month, but she could see subtle changes in muscle mass. He's definitely been working out. She kissed his neck letting her hands travel across his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he held her in place. His hands, that were holding her waist, began traveling across her body. Walter pressed harder into her, feeling, with his left hand, the curve of her hip. He tugged the front of her underwear down, his thumb dangerously close to her entrance, but then slid his hand underneath the fabric giving her butt a squeeze instead. She bit her lip, smiling at his tease but matched him when she seductively locked eyes with him, her hands undoing his belt and then mischievously running her finger underneath the top lining of his underwear.
"These are nice boxers, Walt," she whispered into his ear.
His breath hitched into a soft groan but managed to smile, "Touché," he replied as she unwrapped her legs from him.
Paige leaned back and Walter followed by leaning his body over hers against the wall, his arms on either side of her as she unbuttoned his pants. They smiled at each other when the pants fell to his ankles. They kissed again but this time slowly taking the time to explore and tease, pushing and pulling their lips apart. Paige kept one hand on his left hip, her fingers just barely tugging on the band of his boxers, the other wrapped around his neck. His right hand moved under her shirt, his fingers grazing her nipple. She moaned into his lips enjoying the feeling. Breaking the kiss, already feeling herself not being able to catch her breath, she placed her forehead against his as his fingers continue to toy with her breast.
"I love you," she murmurs while his other hand makes its way back to her hip. His thumb reached underneath her underwear, finding her entrance and began to rub her clit.
"I love you too."
A moan escaped as she let her head fell back against the wall and she closed her eyes, her mind drifting to nearly two years ago when they first kissed. She remembered how awkward and clumsy it had been and yet she still considered it one of the best kisses she's ever had. She sighs feeling Walter's body shift positions so his mouth could get a better angle on her neck. His kisses are gentle, his lips soft against her warm skin, and she thinks back to the time she kissed him in the hospital bed. It was the day he had the car accident and was hanging on by a thread on the cliff. It was the first time she realized how much she cared about him as more than just a co-worker and a friend, but as someone she could be with romantically and maybe even forever. She smiled at that thought as he sucked on a spot above her collar bone.
Walter changed positions again, this time kneeling down in front of her, his thumb still moving in a circular motion. He held her waist and then with his free hand pushed her shirt up slightly to reveal her stomach. He had actually never seen her bare stomach but was infatuated with her stretch marks. He kissed each one lovingly understanding that in society, these were seen as ugly and unwanted, but to him, these were part of the woman he loved and therefore he loved them too. His kisses trailed down her to her legs. Her breath catching and her legs trembling every time his lips touched her inner thighs. But what really got a reaction was when he grabbed on to her hips and replaced his thumb with his tongue.
Now Walter was a novice when it came to any kind of sex, but the reason why it took him just over 32 minutes instead of 25 minutes to get to her apartment was because he desperately wanted to know how to a please a woman, more specifically, this woman. He googled, even had to watch a few examples but seeing how her knees were buckling underneath her, how loud she was panting and moaning within those 22 seconds that he switched his thumb and tongue, he decided that the seven minute delay was well worth it.
"Bedroom?", she asked playing with his hair. He looks up at her affectionately as she guided him up. Silently, she takes his hand and leads him to the room. Their eyes met when she turned back to look at him, and Paige saw the intensity again but this time, hidden underneath was the look of vulnerability. He was nervous and scared and excited, and she knew his mind was racing with scenarios of what could go wrong in the bedroom, but if it felt anything like his tongue on her body just did, her breath stifled thinking of all the things would go right.
They kiss again just outside her bedroom door, she leads him in backwards but stops when she feels the foot of the bed behind her knees. He pulls the shirt over her head tossing it to the floor. Taking one of his hands, he begins to massage one her breast while his lips enjoyed tasting the other. She let out a small whimper as she tugged on his boxers, letting them fall to the floor. Grabbing his penis, she begins to stroke it gently. He, catching on, reaches underneath her underwear with one of his hands and rubs the same spot from earlier. They both moan from the contact and begin to increase their speed.
"Bed," she orders in his ear.
"Not yet," he replies mischievously with a smirk.
He turns her around hastily so her back was touching his chest. He kissed down her back, his hands trail down her side, then finally and teasingly slow, pulled down her underwear. She almost couldn't stand how he agonizingly took his time. She feels his excitement on her lower back when he stood back up.
"Now, bed." He whispers.
Paige turned to face him again crashing her mouth against his. They both fell onto the mattress in a frenzy, rolling around playfully fighting for dominance. He nibbled on her neck when he pinned her down, his knees outside of hers straddling, but loosened his grip when she reached for his hair. Walter never understood how sex could have a deeper meaning, how a biological urge could evoke such grand emotion and feel so good , but when she shifted his head to meet her lips with his, their eyes met and in that precise moment, Walter understood. Sex was an urge that he could ignore, but making love, making love to her was a need. He didn't just want her, he needed her. He ravished her lips, nibbling, sucking, tasting his tongue to hers. She felt her mind go blank. Paige had never been kissed like this before, like she was the water he had been deprived of and needed her to bring him back to life. She changed her mind, this was the best kiss she's ever had.
Walter pulled back and she nodded breathlessly understanding what he was going to ask. Slowly he entered her, a groan escaping his mouth as he felt her walls begin to surround him. They fell into a synchronized rhythm instantly, a cacophony of sounds beginning to escape the room...
They awoke hours later tangled up in blankets holding each other. Paige had her head on his chest, one of her legs draped over his waist. Walter had his arms wrapped around her pulling her closer.
"Good morning", she said groggily giving him a soft kiss on the lips. Her lips were swollen and she felt sore, very sore. The second time they made love was just as good as the first, if not better but the third and fourth times definitely took a toll on both their bodies.
"Sly said he's bringing Ralph back around ten. What would like for breakfast?"
When she got no answer she looked back at Walter to find him peacefully back asleep. She sighed but smiled trying to get herself out of bed. He stirred and his grip on her waist tightened.
"Stay with me for a little bit, my little arrhythmia?" He asked mumbling.
For a second she was confused, but then it hit her, because I make his heart skip a bit. She chuckled settling back onto his chest,
"Always."
