AN: Whoo! That episode was start-to-finish intense. And I started thinking that an adrenaline-fueled Waige hookup would have fit right in. I don't write smut so this is pretty tame. :) I don't usually write stuff like this at all so I hope it works! Also it probably doesn't follow some of the stuff from the episode because it's late as heck and I don't care haha. Thanks for reading!
"I really hate this perfume," Paige complained, scrunching up her nose as she dropped Walter's jacket into his open duffel bag. It smelled like vanilla and desperation.
"Yeah, sorry about that," Walter said as he winced slightly. Paige didn't know about his plan to take the clothes into the nearest open field and burn them. He didn't want or need any reminders of the time he got drugged and scammed by an attractive woman at a bar, nearly killed hundreds of people (and succeeded in killing Toby), and punched Richard Elia in the face. "Thank you for bringing me back to collect my things."
"No problem." The liaison balled up Walter's undershirt and threw it into the bag before pulling the zipper closed. "Stella kind of trashed your hotel room. Or…you did. We're still not exactly sure."
The genius scanned the room and felt a twinge of embarrassment at the battlefield of shattered bottles and torn sheets. He couldn't imagine what kind of activities would even lead to that level of destruction, and he desperately hoped that it was Stella's poor attempt at a setup rather than his own absurd behavior. "Well, they have my credit card on file, so…I can say goodbye to a few thousand dollars. What's that on top of my ruined professional reputation?"
Paige let out a snort and quickly covered her mouth. "I wasn't laughing at you. I'm sorry," she said with wide eyes. "And I'm sure your reputation isn't…ruined, per se. Stunted, maybe. Temporarily."
"Much better," Walter muttered, lifting up the bedside trash can and sweeping a stack of—what were those, wrappers?—off the table. "This was supposed to be a milestone in my career, and it blew up rather spectacularly."
"Hey," Paige said gently, halting her organization of Walter's notes to stand behind him. She rested her hand on his shoulder, feeling a slight tingle underneath her skin. "If it had been someone else working on that project instead of you, Smaisie still would have uploaded that virus. At least you and the team were there to make things right."
"I think you and Cabe helped a little too," Walter said with a slight grin, looking over his shoulder at her. "Cabe told us how you took down Smaisie. Pretty impressive."
"Yeah, well…" With a confidence she didn't even know she had, Paige stepped closer to Walter and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Whoever messes with Scorpion messes with me."
There was very little space left between them, and Walter swallowed hard as he felt Paige's breath on his skin. "Same, uh…yep," he managed to stutter. Her hand started to snake over his shoulder and against his neck, and the genius shut his eyes tightly, memorizing the feel of her skin on his. "Paige…"
"Shhh," she whispered, using her fingers to draw patterns on his skin and enjoying the way he tilted his head subconsciously to allow her better access. Bolstered by the adrenaline running through her veins, the ego boost of helping to capture Smaisie, and her admittedly insane jealousy over the thought of Walter with another woman, Paige found herself giving in to the need to be close to him. She always held herself back—acted 'professionally'—but tonight, alone in his hotel room, she lost her resolve.
"Paige," he whispered, his low, deep voice giving her chills. She continued her ministrations, tangling her fingers into his dark hair and trailing her thumb down the base of his neck.
"Yes?" she asked innocently.
"W-what…what…" The genius inhaled deeply and tried again. "What are you doing?"
Paige raised her free hand and moved it slowly down Walter's arm, skimming over the toned muscles she'd only ever allowed herself to look at. "You could have died today," she murmured, enjoying the heat between them that was building to unbearable levels. "I think we deserve to…celebrate."
Walter shivered slightly, and Paige could tell that he was trying and failing to regain control over the situation. She reveled in her power over him…power that she hoped was hers, and hers alone. The liaison pushed her weight onto her toes and dipped her head, placing a feathery kiss on his shoulder and moving toward his jaw. Walter's tense body started to melt into her palms, and she smiled against his neck.
Paige decided to let her hands explore, and they grazed over his chest and torso while she focused her attention on the area behind his ear. His sharp intakes of breath mixed with half-hearted grumbles of protest were exactly what she'd expected from him, and she was pleasantly surprised to find that their chemistry was every bit as powerful as she had imagined it.
"Closer," she whispered, and Walter mercifully understood her meaning, even if she didn't. He twisted himself around in her arms and crushed his lips against hers, holding her in place with his hands on her face. Her grip tightened around him and she ran her fingers up and down his back, feeling him arch underneath her touch. The genius's rough lips moved against hers expertly—sometimes gently, sometimes more intensely—and Paige's mind went blank. It was what she'd wanted—what she'd dreamed of—for far too long, and if it took a drastic event for her to work up the courage, then so be it.
Walter's strong hands reached for her white top, and Paige helped him pull the fabric out from the waist of her tight skirt. His palms immediately slid up toward the middle of her back, and she gripped on to him for support as her knees buckled. He moved his lips to her cheek and then her neck, allowing her a precious moment to catch her breath, before pulling her closer to him with one arm and bringing his lips back to hers.
Paige was quickly losing her ability to stand, so she took a step backwards, Walter following her without ever breaking contact. When the back of her legs hit the bed frame, she grabbed his shirt collar and pushed him down first, climbing on top of him as much as her skirt would allow. Paige paused for several seconds, looking down at him. His face was flushed, and he was staring at her in a way that made her feel more than beautiful, more than desired, but…loved. Special. She grinned and dropped back down to recapture his lips.
"Paige," he choked out between kisses, and she hoped fervently that he wouldn't try to end their perfect moment.
"What?" she asked, surprised by the huskiness in her own voice. The liaison sat up and started to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Walter wrapped his hands around hers to stop her, and she stared at him in surprise. "Nothing happened here last night," he said seriously, the expression in his eyes equal parts nervous and hopeful.
"Walter." Paige laughed and freed her hands, placing them on either side of his face and dragging her thumbs along his cheekbones. "I know. It's just you and me."
He nodded wordlessly and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back down to him. Their lips met again, and Paige released a small sigh of contentment. She was exactly where she needed to be.
