This was going to be y'all's Christmas present, but I think it works out better this way, as a Holiday Season present. No reeeeeal plot (but sort of?), mostly just an excuse for me to get Waige hot and heavy again. I'm trying to keep things a little more 'fade to black' in Go Down Together (not that this takes place in that universe).

Cabe was going to chew her out later for not putting her com in and not giving Walter his. But in her defense, this wasn't a dangerous mission. They'd become too damn reliant on those coms. All they were doing was trying to figure out if this house that the nice unsuspecting real estate agent was leading them through was sufficient as a safe house for some guy the courts wanted to protect before a trial. They didn't need coms for that.

She also was in a bit of a bad mood, and if she was snippy over the coms, Toby would never let her hear the end of it. But in her defense, anyone who didn't see their boyfriend for three months and then was thrown into a job with him before they could even, ahem, celebrate his return, (after two solid weeks of texting about exactly what they were going to do to each other 'the second' he got back) would probably be in a bad mood.

Damn Thailand and their – well, it wasn't Thailand's fault that the job Walter got sent to do was in a men only environment. She shouldn't blame Thailand.

No, she blamed Cabe for throwing them immediately into this job. He and Allie could have posed as the couple. Sylvester and Florence could have posed as the couple. Hell, any combination of them could have posed as the couple. It was the 21st century.

"You guys are an attractive young pair who look like you're in the market for a home," Cabe had said as he'd brushed lint from Walter's suit. "You're perfect for the job."

Walter and Paige had glanced at each other. This was along the lines of some of the saucy jokes they'd been texting.

So now they were wandering through this house – a rather nice one, Paige admitted, one she could probably enjoy looking at if she wasn't inappropriately distracted by her boyfriend who she had not seen in months who was looking very nice in his suit and who had definitely been staring at her legs on the car ride over.

The real estate agent was named Lipsa. Lipsa…Paige couldn't remember her last name. That recall wasn't important. She had her card. And it wasn't like they were going to be buying this house anyway. Just looking. And then reporting to Cabe, who would report to the…whoever it was. Cabe had told her. She didn't remember.

Walter leaned over a chair to study the backyard via a window. Dammit. Some of her post – Thailand fantasies involved him in that exact position. Jesus Christ, Dineen, you're not a teenager.

"So, do you like it?" Lipsa asked.

"What?" Paige asked at the same time as Walter stammered, "Very nice."

"Good! Good. I saw the two of you and instantly thought you'd enjoy this one." Lipsa's smile was genuine. Not like she was trying to manipulate them into buying the house. Not relevant to their job of course, but Paige wondered if she was truly this genuine, or just extremely good at her job. Toby would know. Well, he'd know if the coms were in. Which they weren't. Which was a decision she stood by.

"I will leave you two alone," she said. "I'll be outside if you need anything."

"We appreciate it," Walter said.

"Thank you," Paige said at the same time. "Wait, like you're going outside?"

"Yes," Lipsa said. "I have a few calls to make, and clients often like looking around by themselves. Unless you'd rather I stay?"

"No," Paige said, "no, go ahead." She smiled. Lipsa smiled back and moved toward the front door.

Paige turned and stared at Walter, who stared back. They'd been separated for months while he was on assignment in Thailand. And they hadn't had more than a minute or two alone since he got back. Now they were left alone in an empty house, to explore at their leisure.

Fuck.

"Living room is nice," Walter said. Paige wondered how long they'd been standing in silence.

"Yeah," she said, clearing her throat. "Yeah. Nice."

"Yeah. Nice."

They glanced at each other. It lingered. Walter cleared his throat and turned away. "Fireplace looks inefficient."

"Sure. Yeah. Kitchen's this way." Paige hoped the refrigerator was running. She needed a blast of cool air.

"Coming," Walter said. "I mean, right behind you. I mean…" he trailed off, rushing after her.

"Kitchen's nice," she said.

"Agreed," Walter said quickly, putting his hands on his hips and studying the sink. Paige opened the refrigerator, sighing in relief as the air reached her skin. It didn't do anything for her heart, pounding in her chest, and the flush in her skin wasn't going anywhere; she could see that from her reflection. She could see Walter still standing still, staring intently at the same spot on the sink.

Paige slammed the refrigerator door, crossed the kitchen, and mashed her lips to his.

He kissed her back immediately, frantically, wrapping her up in his arms. "Oh, thank God," he mumbled between kisses, clutching her to him, moaning into her mouth as her fingers curled around his hair. He had to have already been partially hard from the thought of this when she'd kissed him, based on how quickly she felt his body ready itself now, and the thought of him trying to remain professional and hide that information from her as they went through the house gave her a thrill.

Walter took a step, pushing her back, and then he was lifting her, scooping her up and setting her on the kitchen island. His hands slid up her skirt, tugging at her underwear and pulling them down her legs. Putting his mouth back on hers, he pushed two fingers into her, slowly, a pace she normally appreciated but one that was aggravating as Hell today. "God, yes," she hissed into his ear, her hips bucking against his hand. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head and moaning loudly before remembering where they were. She bit her lip and whimpered as her legs shook. How was she supposed to be quiet when this was the first time her boyfriend had touched her like this in what felt like an actual decade? Her fingers pressed into his back as she pressed her mouth against his suit, hoping it would muffle her moan.

"Shhhh," Walter hissed against her hair.

Paige shifted, leaning back and propping herself up on her hands. She was breathing hard, he was quickly bringing her to the edge, but they didn't have much time, and she was positively starved for him and his fingers weren't enough. "Walter," she whimpered, and either he understood or he was as desperate as she was; she was confident it was both. He reached for his belt, and as soon as he stopped touching her Paige sat up straighter and helped him tug the buckle loose. She grabbed the front of his shirt, near his collar, with one hand, curling the material in her fist, and pushed her other hand under his waistband and into his boxers. He'd already been hard when he'd lifted her onto the table, and she felt as much as she heard him groan, his body shuddering at her touch. She put her mouth on his neck, her tongue matching her hand, and he groaned against leaning into her and digging his fingers into her skin. "God, when you touch me," he started, before tipping his head back and finishing the sentence by moaning again. She felt his hand tighten on her thigh as he started to pant. "Paige," he managed, "can I?"

"Jesus Christ, yes," she answered, removing her hand and leaning back again, scooting closer to the edge of the surface. Walter tugged his boxers down and pushed her knees farther apart, stepping between them and taking a moment to position himself before entering her, both of them moaning softly with their foreheads nearly touching. "This has got to be fast," she panted, glancing over his shoulder and out the window, where she could barely see Lipsa in the driveway, on the phone.

Walter looked at her. "Oh, you can count on fast." He grinned at her breathy laugh, and kissed her before beginning to move. Paige tipped her head back, hoping she could finish by the time he did, and realizing quickly that that wouldn't be a problem. It had been too long. The buildup had been too delightful. She bit her lip, their positions rendering her unable to muffle any sound in Walter's clothing, and leaned hard on one arm for balance as she clapped a hand over her mouth, her legs tightening around Walter to keep him inside her, knowing that the feel of her finishing around him would drive him over when he was already this close. She was right. He moaned – louder than she would have liked, but a glance out the window showed no sign that Lipsa heard – and pressed his mouth to hers before gasping and then kissing her again. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling him groan again and thrust a few final times. "God damn," he managed. She could only nod, still breathing too hard to talk. "God damn," Walter said again, and she pushed herself up, her hand lightly on his chest to encourage him to straighten. "You okay?" She gasped, a hand on the side of his face. She couldn't remember the last time he'd finished that hard. Possibly not quite like this since they'd gotten back together.

"Holy shit," he gasped, grinning at her, and she grinned back.

"I was going to spontaneously combust if we didn't," she joked, not feeling like she was exaggerating by much.

"I think I might have," he joked.

"Was that under a minute?" She asked.

"Fifty – four seconds," he said. "Don't give me that look, you got yours."

She laughed. "Sure did." She kissed him. "We gotta clean up before Lipsa decides to see what we're up to. We should have worn a condom."

"I'll plan ahead better next time you make a move on me in a random house."

She tapped him on the nose playfully. "You better." She grabbed a wad of tissues from the box nearby as Walter stepped out from between her legs and bent down to pull his pants and boxers up from his knees. Paige glanced back out the window again. Lipsa was hanging up the phone, but almost immediately put it back up to her ear again. Now that Paige was paying closer attention, she could make out the agent's body language. Lipsa laughed. This call might take a few minutes. They had time.

For the first time, her eyes wandered, above the window, and then to the cabinets. Above the cabinets.

"Oh my God," she said.

Walter was fastening his belt. "What?" He asked. When she didn't answer, he lifted his head so his eyes met hers, the grin on his face quickly disappearing as he noticed her expression. He turned, looked up, and his eyes fell on the camera resting on top of one of the cabinets.

Walter turned to stare at her, his face now as alarmed as hers. He looked back up, staring for several more seconds, and then turned back around.

"Well would you look at that," he said. "We're buying a house."