A/N thank you for all your amazing reviews. Omg Grykon I literally laughed out loud reading yours- love it.

The last chapter was dedicated to Railman.

"Whose crazy idea was this?" Paige laughed pulling her hair off the broom bristles behind her." Walter smiled as he replied "I think the real question is who stands a broom bristle side up?"

Paige began kissing and gently biting his neck and chin, smoothing it afterwards with her tongue. "There's not any room to fuck or for either of us to get down on our knees" she whispered inbetween kisses "But we can have 7 minutes in heaven"

Walter almost frowned, only seven minutes seemed deeply unfair to him. But when she undid his waist coat and shirt buttons in record time and ran her nails over his chest he forgot what time was.

Moaning softly he lifted her dress up enough to give him access to her slick pussy. When his talented fingers played with her sweet nub Paige bit his neck hard cutting it slightly before sucking at it to keep herself from screaming in pleasure. She would've appologised but the extremely loud moan Walter couldnt hold back told her that he was more than OK.

After she licked his blood from her lips (another turn on of his that Walter was unaware of) they both froze. There was no way nobody heard that. Haphazardly sorting their clothes they burst out the closet and ran out the doors.

Trying to act as naturally as possible Paige retrieved the car from the valet as Walter (per Paiges instructions) hid round the corner redoing his buttons and smoothing out his curly hair.

When Paige gave the all clear Walter came out of his hiding place and walked towards her. Now in the light properly Paige couldn't hold back a giggle. With the large hicky forming on his neck and his face and neck covered with her lipstick it was still very clear what they'd been up to.

After they climbing into the car Paige opened her handbag and grinning madly silently passed him a packet of cleansing wipes. Walter's eyes widened as he pulled the drivers side sun viser down and looked in the mirror. He rolled his eyes and wiped at the lipstick while Paige decended into fits of laughter.

Walter let out a nervous chuckle when he discovered the lipstick gracing his shirt collar. There was no way he'd be able to hide the mark on his neck either without waking up early to buy a couple of turtleneck jumpers. Considering this a viable plan he started the car. He just hoped nobody would be up when they returned.

The next day

Walter tried to appear as natural as possible in his new jumper fighting the urge to pull it off. He wasn't a jumper person in general and had rarely worn one since his teen years and the material on his neck made him feel itchy and uncomfortable. Still the discomfort was worth it considering the way he'd felt when Paige had bitten him the night before. He wondered if it'd be too weird if the next time they were intimate he asked her to do it again.

Sean laughed as he unfolded the day's newspaper. "Well you made the front Page Son" he chuckled. Walter didn't look up, now somewhat distracted by the breakfast Louise had placed in front of him "They did take a lot of photos when we arrived" Paige answered for him, nudging Walter slightly to get his attention. "Oh yes they were very...persistent, when we got to the Ballroom" Walter rolled his eyes. Sean slid the paper across the table "I'm not taking about the Ballroom" he chuckled.

Walter frowned picking up the paper. He looked at the front page in shock. He wasn't as hidden as he thought he'd been when adjusting his clothes outside. He wondered how he could've possibly missed the flash "God damnit!" He exclaimed hitting the table with his fist, earning himself a flick round the ear with a tea towel from his mum. In big black letters the headline read 'Art Gala goes off with a Bang'.

Well at least he could take off this stupid jumper.

Next door

Conner frowned as he stared at the paper. He couldn't even escape from Walter in his own home. Feelings of hunger and jealousy ran through him side by side as he eyed the photos.

Thomas had finished with it an hour ago after spending a good ten minutes making jokes about Walter's appearence and new girlfriend. Thomas surely wouldn't notice if a couple of pages were cut if he threw it away?

Careful to cut the slut Walter was with out of the pictures he sat back and admired his little collection of photos, feeling himself harden at the sight. He'd have to keep them hidden but for now he had something to take care of.

Kilkenny Airport

Tim had some time to kill before he caught his plane. The hellish trip was almost over. After grabbing a coke and a paper from the newsagents he sat down on a nearby bench and took a gulp of his drink. His face turned red with anger as he took in the front page. 'He just had to rub it in his face didn't he?!' He thought angerily to himself. A glutton for punishment he flicked ahead through the pages until he found the next part of the article. His blood which had previously appeared to boil with anger turned cold as he took in the pictures of Walter and Paige dancing and posing together looking very much in love and almost melting into each others eyes.

He screwed up the paper and threw it towards the bin- missing it. He held his head in his hands and fell to his knees letting out a wail of despair.

He was going to win her back.

He had to.

A/N Ooo Tim is back.

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