Hey. Been a while.

Turns out my general dislike for writing smut is even WORSE when it's unattached, distant smut. If I'm writing sex, I need to write emotional, tender sex or else my writing process is basically "write 100 words, feel awkward, shelve fic for another week." There's nothing at all wrong with casual sexual encounters but man am I horrible at actually writing them. But I did start this fic with an endgame in mind, and in order to get to that point, I need to write the journey.

So here ya go, readers. Enjoy our OTP going to town on each other.

"Hey." Paige lifted her chin slightly. "Been a while."

Walter nodded. "Fifteen days."

"It's been busy. Lots of jobs. You know."

"Oh yes. Scorpion is so busy I barely had time to make this reservation."

Paige hoped for her company's sake that he was lying through his teeth as much as she was. Sure, she'd been busy, but less with Centipede missions and more with utilities in her condo failing, a teenaged son who she couldn't even be pleased with for understanding her side of the breakup because he also understood Walter's, and consoling Sylvester when he would get irrationally sad at random occurrences.

Then, of course, there was watching Toby and Happy desperately pour over adoption pamphlets, trying to expedite the process in any way they could. Paige had allowed herself to wonder, once and briefly, if they were so frantic about adopting quickly because they wanted to build their family's numbers back up, after the loss of three people.

Well, two people. Happy, to Paige's delight, didn't consider Homewrecker Tipton to be part of the original Scorpion.

Paige had also spent the better part of the past week taking pregnancy test after pregnancy test, even though it had been too soon by almost any standards. Thankfully, on day nine, she'd gotten the only real confirmation that their mistake hadn't forced her into a difficult decision. Now, fifteen days after their last encounter, she was both prepared and needy.

Toby loved telling that joke about how you got Dick out of Richard by asking him nicely. Walter just required a fairly polite text.

Walter was standing near the foot of the bed, his hands in his pockets. It was up to him, they'd decided, to pay for the first hotel stay. He'd paid cash, given them a fake name for the woman who would be picking up the second key, and Paige arrived thirty minutes later. This was planned – way more so – than their previous post relationship encounters. That made it awkward.

Way more so.

Paige dropped her purse on the luggage stand tucked in the closet space and pulled her shirt over her head. She'd tugged her bra off in the car and shoved it under her seat.

Walter looked surprised. "What – "

"Well, we're not here for a business meeting," she said. "Why aren't you naked already?"

"S…sorry." He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. "Sorry. Sorry."

He appeared nervous. Paige snapped her fingers. "What's your problem?"

"Nothing. N – nothing."

"Walt, it's not like we haven't done it before."

"No. I just mean, I was sitting here waiting for you and that let my mind run all over the place and I just…" he shook his head, finally getting the final button done and hesitating. "I got into my head a bit." Sliding his arms out of the sleeves, he dropped the shirt on the chair by the desk. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." She wiggled herself out of her jeans and strode toward him. He looked up from his belt buckle as she approached, making another sound of surprise when she shoved him backward against the wall, pressing their bare chests together and cupping his face in her hands as she kissed him on the mouth. This was the only way to get him out of his head that didn't involve sitting down, talking, holding his hand and being softly encouraging.

And they weren't in a relationship anymore. She didn't need any of that mushy crap.

Walter responded quickly. His hands ran over her skin, and he groaned when she moved her lips to his neck in a way that she knew his eyes were rolling back in their head. The fact that she'd left her underwear on seemed to be even more of a turn on, as his fingertips located the fabric against her hips and twisted it around them while a low sound came from deep in his throat. He pushed her back from the wall, and Paige felt the backs of her legs hit the mattress a split second before he was pushing her down on it and putting his mouth on one of her breasts like his life depended on it.

And anyone that knew Walter knew how he got when lives were at risk. Paige gasped, throwing her head back, resisting the urge to put her fingers in his hair and instead pressing them against the comforter. Her legs wrapped around him, tightening like a vice, and her mouth fell open though no sound came from it. One of his hands came up to her other breast and she felt like she was going to combust.

Walter's other hand was tugging his belt loose, and he straightened up just long enough to get the waist of his pants from above his hips to his ankles before leaning back over her and tugging her underwear down, bending one of her legs at the knee and pushing inside her. "Yes," Paige breathed as he filled her, her body shuddering in the relief of getting what it wanted. She squeaked when he started to move, faster than he usually did, leaning over her and resting his weight on his hands as his hips pumped against hers. Paige whimpered, running her hands along his chest and stomach and closing her eyes, because looking up would mean seeing him, and that was too much. Too intimate. Too off limits.

She was here for orgasms. That was it. "More," she breathed, her hips moving at a tempo to match his. "More."

"Condom," Walter said, a moment before stilling his hips and shifting his weight enough to get off of her. Paige's eyes widened as she sat up, realizing how close they'd possibly come to messing up again. "Shit."

"You were supposed to – "

"I did." She got up – shakily – and walked over to where she'd left her purse. She growled in frustration when the zipper caught, then shoved her hand inside and pulled out the box. She tossed it to Walter, debated for a moment if she was going to mess with fixing the zipper now or later, and then decided on later. She turned back around to see Walter putting the condom on – and wondered if it was strange that she found that incredibly hot.

"Lay down," she told him, and when he'd complied, she straddled him, facing his feet. She wasn't sure why she had such an aversion to looking at him, but she told herself he would enjoy the view he'd get this way, and now that they had protection, he could enjoy it as much as he wanted.

She used her hands on his thighs for balance as she moved, setting a pace that began slower than they had been going earlier, but quickly moving back up to that. Her body was crying for more stimulation, and although she couldn't see most of Walter, she could tell by the way his nails were digging into her skin and the way his moans were growing higher that he was getting close, too. Paige gritted her teeth, willing herself to hold out, because she didn't want this to stop and she had a feeling that if she finished first, it would bring Walter over, too. Her determination didn't make much of a difference, and her last coherent thought before her body overtook her brain was newfound appreciation for how long Walter had successfully done this unprotected.

She heard Walter groan as she was regaining her ability to think, but when she moved off of him, kneeling beside his hip on the mattress, she realized he hadn't finished when she did. She took a few more breaths, then reached out and took him in her hand. "Less sensitivity with this on?"

"Not really," Walter said. She moved her hand, slowly up and down, and his eyes went half closed as a quiet grunt escaped him. "I think we built up my stamina pretty well…the last weeks."

"Mmmm." Made sense. Paige watched him as she continued, wondering why she didn't mind doing so when he wasn't inside her. She pushed that thought away. It didn't matter. People minded things for a variety of reasons.

"Remember when…" she trailed off immediately, coughing in the hope he wouldn't have heard her speak.

"Remember when what?" He asked.

She wracked her brain for something to say. What she was remembering was the first time she'd given him a hand job – he was her first who wasn't cut – and she'd marveled at the difference in a way that she hadn't intended to be funny, but he'd laughed anyway, and not in a way that was making fun of her. That laugh was his 'you're adorable' laugh, one of his many affection laughs, and that memory, as sexual as it could be stripped down to be, still wasn't one she wanted to dredge up.

Because intimacy.

"Remember…ha, look at that," she said, "I can't even remember what I was going to say."

He reached down his body, closing his fingers around her wrist. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She removed his hand from her wrist and scooted up slightly so she could place it on one of her breasts. "But don't take too long. I have a meeting later."

By their third hotel meetup, they'd gotten the process down. The good thing about meeting up with someone who you knew was going to give it to you good meant Paige required little foreplay by the time they got down to it. She drove to the hotel already practically jumping out of her skin in anticipation. She checked in, informed the desk that Arjun Bhatt would be joining her, and headed up to the room. Once there, she pulled her hair out of the ponytail, shook it out, and removed her shirt and skirt. She laid on the bed, on her side, watching the door. Walter, as expected, arrived right on time. "Hello," he said, his eyes scanning her.

She smiled. "Same me as on Tuesday. Just the way you like it." He smiled, taking off his jacket and pulling his sweatshirt over his head. "Sweatshirt?" Paige asked. "Slow day?"

"I was working on a project at the office."

She shook her head. "Couldn't even dress up for me, huh?"

It was a joke, but she still felt something unpleasant inside when he replied, "we aren't dating, remember." She refrained from making a snarky comment. Because he was right.

"Well, we are doing something," she said, sitting up and undoing her bra before scooting back against the pillows and lifting her hips to pull down her underwear. "So let's get to doing that, huh?"

"Yes," he said, stepping out of his trousers and crawling over her. He dropped his lips to her neck, a hand sliding down her leg. Settling between her hips, he ground against her, a quiet groan accompanying the hot breath against her neck, and she closed her eyes and pushed her hips up as she felt his body responding to hers. "Careful," she gasped in warning to him to not leave marks on her neck. She pushed on his chest, and he lifted up, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. She slid her hand into his boxers, her mouth on the same spot on his neck as he'd been on hers.

"Oh, God," Walter sighed, a hand sliding into her hair. "Paige."

She wanted the same thing he did. She sat up. "Take these off," she said, "I have an idea."

"Hmm, yeah?"

Paige went to her purse, digging through to the inside zipper where she'd been keeping the kind of toys Happy and Toby would not be giving to their child. She pulled both of them out, holding them up in front of her face and smirking at Walter through the gap between them.

"Oh," Walter said, a glint in his eyes. He'd shed his boxers and dropped them on the floor next to the bed.

Paige crawled onto the bed, selected the one with flared end and held it out. "Put this in your ass, and I'll be right back."

Walter raised an eyebrow as he took it from her. "That wording is much cruder than you normally are."

Paige shrugged. "This isn't our normal relationship. So…"

He stared at her for a moment. "Fair enough, I suppose. Do you have lube?"

"Uh…" She got off the bed and resumed diggin around in her purse. "Will hand sanitizer work? I'm kidding," she said, holding up a hand at the horrified look on his face. "This is lube. Here."

"Thanks."

Paige went into the bathroom, washing her hands and face and rinsing off the other vibrator. She returned to the bed. She could tell from the low buzzing and his half – closed eyes that Walter had already turned his on.

She straddled his thighs. She'd given him the flared one, but she still wanted to keep an eye on it. The last thing this on – the – down – low meeting needed was an awkward trip to the Emergency Room. "Let's make it a contest," she said, rubbing his hip as she switched her toy on and pressed it against her clit. "First person to finish loses."

"Hey," Walter said. "If I'd known this was the game, I wouldn't have turned mine on already."

"It's on the low setting," she said. "I mean, you're still going to lose, but not because you already had it on."

He rolled his eyes. "What does the winner get?"

"Pride," she said, smirking. She reached out with her free hand to stroke him with the tip of her finger. Walter sighed. "Watch it," he mumbled, "that's cheating."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Mmm, no."

"Okay, then." She would win.

Walter reached down, grabbing her wrist and using it to press the vibrator more firmly against her. "Hey," Paige said, her breath quickening.

"All's fair."

"I suppose." She sucked in a deep breath, reaching down to click Walter's up a notch. He grunted. "There's still two more levels, remember."

He leaned his head back against the pillow. "You're mean."

Paige closed her eyes, sighing and pushing her hips against the vibrator. "Shit, that's good." Walter's hand and slid up to hold the toy, so she let go of it and put both her hands on his thighs, pressing down as her body shuddered pleasantly. "God."

"Oh, my God," Walter sighed, his free hand gripping her knee. "More."

"More? Do you want to lose?"

"Do you?"

Fair enough. Paige wrapped her hand around him. The combination of stimulation usually got him quickly. That was good for her, because she wanted to win, and Walter knew exactly how to get her off this way, too, and he was doing his damndest to make her finish first. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth and trying to focus on him. She clicked the toy up again, at near max intensity, and pinched the bottom of it between her fingers, beginning to thrust it at the same pace as her other hand was moving along his shaft.

"Shit," Walter groaned.

"Ow," she said, flinching at his nails against her skin.

"Sorry," he apologized, the pads of his fingers tracing over the painful spots.

"Don't…" Paige moaned, then grunted. Stay under control. "Don't do that."

Walter was panting. "Do what?"

"Touch me like that." It was too intimate. That wasn't what they were doing here.

"How about…like this…then?" He clicked the top of the vibrator, simultaneously quickening the movement of his hand.

Paige groaned, moving her hand to press against his hip. "Oh God." Do not lose. She whimpered, then gasped, leaning forward, wanting to reach down and test him, but not trusting herself to move. "Oh, God." Walter's chest was heaving, but she was closer. She bit her lip, grunting again, then gave out, trembling violently and closing her eyes when her vision blurred.

"Ah ha," Walter said. "I win."

She pushed the toy away; it felt uncomfortable now. "Congratulations," she gasped, her mind mildly annoyed at her body's thorough satisfaction. "What do you want?"

He put his hands on her hips. She understood. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. But…" she turned his toy up again, to the maximum, and watched Walter's abdomen tense in response. She scooted up, straddling him and slowly sinking down. Her body was still recovering, but God, she welcomed this. They were right to keep doing this. Why throw away something that felt this good just because Walter wasn't capable of handling anything else. She began to move, hands on her hips, tipping her head back and sighing. Walter's hands slid up and down her legs, around to grip her rear, then up over her stomach. She looked down at him. She always loved watching him respond to her. He was close now, the combined stimulation finally getting to him, his eyes rolling back in his head as his body trembled beneath her. He kept moaning until she removed the toy. "I'm sweating so much," she said with a little laugh.

"I noticed," he said.

"Sorry." Walter's chest was still heaving, and the back of one of his hands was resting against his forehead. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, closing his eyes. "I'm remembering why we don't use those like that a lot."

"Wears you right out, huh?" She said with a smile. "Feels good, though."

"Uh, huh." He sat up, scooting so he could lean against the headboard. "You can shower first."

"I'd say you could shower with me, but…"

"But I'm not gonna be able to do anything else today," he said with a chuckle. "Although maybe you should let me anyway, considering I won our little game."

Paige pulled the condom out of her bag and tossed it at Walter, who, surprisingly given his track record with that particular skill, caught it. "So how's your week been?" He asked as he sat on the bed, making a show of reading what was on the wrapper even though he knew damn well what it said.

Paige had known he was going to ask and she'd had a response planned, but what came out was the truth. "I had a date," she blurted.

Walter paused with a hand on his belt. "Okay."

"Guy named Tenny."

"Tenny?"

"Yeah. He's handsome, funny. It went well."

"Good. Happy for you. Why are you telling me this?" Walter furrowed his brow, then gestured between them. "Should I be…either of us be…concerned?"

He was asking if she needed to be tested. "Oh. No. We didn't do anything that would require that. Just…you know." She held up her hand with two fingers pressed together.

"Hmm."

She paused. "Does that…bother you?"

"No."

"No?"

"Nope." Walter looked at his feet. "He good to you?"

"He's a nice man."

"Wasn't what I was asking. Was he…" Paige saw his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed. "Was he good to you?"

Oh. Paige bit her lip. He'd tried. She wanted to lie to Walter, say Tenny's fingers were more magical than anything Walter could do with anything he had, but she refused to give credit where it wasn't due. "He made an effort. There's a reason I'm here."

Walter looked pleased at what she was implying.

Paige wanted to tell him to not get ahead of himself. But, well…there was a reason she was here. She was wound, unsatisfied, and suddenly self – conscious about coming straight here from Tenny's condo. "Uh…maybe I should wash up first."

Walter looked incredulous. "Did you text me from his place?"

"No," she said quickly, then she faltered. "From his parking lot. Walter," she said quickly as his face changed. "Just let me shower. It'll take five minutes."

"No," he said, shrugging and standing up, walking over to her. "No reason to shower twice. And you'll, uh, need it once we're finished here." His eyes were dark, staring deep into hers, and she felt a twinge that was only partially due to the tension she'd come here needing relief from. He spoke again, his voice low. "Once I'm finished with you."

"Just…" She put a finger on his chest, sliding out from between him and the wall and going into the bathroom. She had to at least get a wash clotch. It had been hot in the condo, and she foolishly didn't have any deodorant in her purse. Running the cloth under the cold water, she dabbed at her underarms.

She'd left the door open, and Walter walked in behind her, his hands going to her hips and running over them. She felt his lips on the back of her neck, and she dropped the wash cloth, placing her hands on the counter top, her head raised just enough to see him in the mirror. They should have used mirrors when they were together, she thought, because she found being able to watch as his lips traveled around to her shoulder and his hands slid up and down her body hotter than anything Tenny had managed to do.

Paige realized she'd be comparing any man she slept with in the future to Walter. She also realized if things went anywhere with Tenny, this would have to stop.

She decided she wouldn't go on another date with that man. This was too good to stop doing, and it had the added benefit of no commitment. She chose to not think about what would happen should Walter find himself in a new romantic entanglement.

Right now, however, the only entanglements they had were with each other. Paige whimpered as he slid a hand down between her legs, in the same way Tenny had barely an hour earlier after her decision to kiss him in his kitchen had gotten out of hand. She'd quivered in anticipation then, too, excited by the prospect of a new lover. This time, the heavy breath she exhaled was from the knowledge of exactly what she would get from Walter. His other hand slid around her body, squeezing one of her breasts, and she could hear how heavily he was breathing, just from touching her.

Yes. They were right to continue this part of what they'd had before. It would be a damn, damn shame to let this go to waste.

"Get up on it," Walter whispered, and she thought he meant him until he turned her around and lifted her onto the counter. Stepping close, he ran his hand over her thigh again before putting his other one behind her neck as he pushed two fingers inside her and dropped his lips to her jawline.

"God, yes," she managed, closing her eyes and moving her hips along with the motion from his hand. She knew most of the credit went to experience with her, but damn, did he know exactly what to do. "More, please more," she gasped, pressing her cheek against his and curling her fingers tightly around his hair while she used her other arm to brace herself. "I need it so bad."

His thumb rubbed against her while his fingers stroked inside, and she made a sound that immediately caused embarrassment, clapping her hand over her mouth and almost toppling backward at the sudden shift of balance. Walter grabbed hold of her, keeping them upright, quickening the motion of his thumb and drawing the same sound out of her again as her muscles fluttered around his hand. Paige gasped, moaning again as she came down from it, staring at him almost incredulously when he backed away. "Holy shit," she breathed. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit," he repeated, his face flushed, his eyes taking her in hungrily.

Paige pulled him to her by the waistband of his boxers. "Take these off."

Walter did as she said, stepping between her knees. Paige slid a hand down his body, stopping just above his hips, then slid it back up to roll one of his nipples between her fingers. She ran a finger of her other hand lightly down his stomach, and his abdominal muscles clenched when she applied light pressure as she traced the length of his erect shaft. She wrapped her hand around him, watching his eyes close briefly and then open to fixate on her. It made her self conscious, so she looked down, watching herself stimulate him. "You seem pretty wound yourself," she commented in a low voice. Her body now satisfied, she found herself embarrassed at both her earlier desperation and how quickly he was able to get her off. She felt a need to get control back. And she knew how to do it.

"I am," Walter said.

"I can feel that." She tensed her hand, moving it quickly almost in place, simulating her vibrators. His knees buckled, and his hands gripped the side of the counter as he groaned. She smiled, leaning forward and running her tongue around his nipple before closing her lips and sucking lightly on it. She slid her hand lower, massaging him before moving it back up and resuming the stroking motion.

"Please," he groaned, his knees buckling again, "I want to be inside you."

"How badly?" she asked, rubbing him with her thumb where she knew he was extra sensitive.

He groaned again, closing his eyes. "You know how badly."

"Maybe, if you can hold off until I'm done doing this."

"God, please don't do this again," he begged, "it's torture."

"More torture than if I just stopped? Didn't think so," she said when he pressed his lips together and didn't respond.

"Paige," he whined, making an agonized sound that she could have mistakenly identified as crying if she didn't know better.

"Does this not feel good?" She asked, the smirk back on her face.

Walter was gasping. "It's too good." He groaned again, holding most of his weight on his arms. Paige rubbed him with her thumb again. She felt Walter's teeth against her neck. "Please," he groaned. "Please let me."

"Do you have the condom, or is it in the other room?"

The sound he made in response was closer to true agony, telling her the answer. "Thankfully," she said, "there's another in the bag."

Walter's head shot up, and he reached for her toiletries bag that sat on the counter, locating the condoms, he grabbed one, ripped the wrapper open, and steadied himself enough to put it on. "Can…Can I…"

Paige shifted her knees farther apart, closing them back around him when he positioned himself, only allowing him to enter her slightly. He tried to push his hips forward, making a frustrated sound when he wasn't able to. "I'm not going to last," he said. "Let me…" he paused for breath. "Please."

He was always intensely attracted to her, but today seemed more so. Paige wondered if it was a need to be the most recent person to have this kind of contact with her, or if the simple fact that someone else wanted her made her more attractive to him. "Okay," she said. She opened her hips to him, grunting with satisfaction when he pushed all the way into her.

"Oh God," he groaned, his body trembling with relief. "You feel so incredible."

"Come for me," she whispered in his ear.

Walter's thrusts were aggressive from the start, firm and fast, and Paige's eyes rolled back into her head. As desperate as he was, as close as he was, her body was reacting to his and bringing her right along with him. She bit her lower lip, moaning without opening her mouth. Walter gasped, almost as if he was reacting to the sound she'd made, then groaned loudly, pushed deep into her, and stilled. They stayed that way, panting, her arms loosely around his shoulders out of pure habit.

He lifted his head up to look at her, a small smile coming over his face even as he continued to breathe hard. "Nice," he said. "Yeah?"

Paige laughed, and he cocked his head, still smiling. "What?"

"The internet has ruined that word."

"How?"

"Because that's what you say when…you know what? Never mind, I don't want to explain it. Just Google 'when to say nice' or something like that."

"Seems strange."

"We're humans," she said, pushing back on his chest so he'd back up enough for her to get off the counter. "We're strange."

They grinned at each other, and then Paige crossed the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in. "Mind if I get in on this?" He asked. Paige gestured to him, a corner of her mouth turning upwards, remembering the last time they'd showered in a hotel room similar to this one. She closed her eyes, letting the water beat against her back, puffing her chest out because she knew how to keep Walter's attention.

He stepped close to her, pulling the curtain partway closed to protect the floor from getting soaked, and used the pump on the wall to fill his hands with soap. "Need help?"

"Maybe." Paige loved his hands on her, and he was helping her get clean this way. It was efficient.

Even if it always just took a matter of minutes before his hands were treating her breasts like they were magic lamps.

That comparison made her giggle. Walter smiled at her, his thumbs rubbing the undersides. "What's funny?"

"A thought I had, where, oh that's good," she said, closing her eyes and grinning almost dreamily as his hands massaged her. She reached down, taking him in her hand. "Not too sensitive?"

"Mmm mmm. I should be okay in a minute or two."

"Excellent." She stroked him slowly, tipping her head back to let the water soak her hair. Walter's hands brought her along, making her exhales deeper and her inhales louder, and Walter's eyes never left her as his hands soaped up her entire body. Tenny had fingered her without seeing much of her body, and then had been fine with 'waiting until next time' for them to do anything more.

What a stark contrast from the man who took in every inch of her body like the fine art he claimed to not understand, and who desired her so fiercely it seemed almost physically painful.

Still wanting to pretend the main object here was her pre-walk of shame shower, Paige pumped shampoo into her hand and massaged it into her hair, trying to avoid the stream from the shower. Walter was mostly hard again, and he gently turned her around; Paige put her foot up on the ledge, letting the water hit her back as Walter held her hips and slowly pushed into her again. They had to go slow in here, so they wouldn't slip, but if they weren't looking at each other, it wasn't intimate. It didn't count.

She conveniently avoided thinking about the times they did things very similar to this while murmuring things to each other that she once swore she'd never say to him again.

Settling into a slow but steady rhythm, Paige felt Walter's hands leave her hips, find her shoulders, and have her straighten up enough that the back of her head was under the water. She felt his fingers move, helping to rinse the shampoo out. She closed her eyes. One of her favorite parts about going to the salon was the relaxing feel of someone else washing her hair.

She supposed the innocence of that was a bit ruined, now.

She heard, after a minute or so, Walter messing with the conditioner bottle, and then felt him working it through her hair. Then, his hands were back on her hips, his thrusts becoming slightly more quickly, slightly deeper, and they made it more than slightly more difficult for her to stay in control. "Oh," she gasped quietly, her hands on the installed rack below the shower head. "A little more…"

Walter shifted slightly closer, changing the angle of his thrusts slightly, and she moaned when he brushed the extra sensitive spot inside her. "That's it." She closed her eyes, feeling his hand trace over her back. "That's it. Shit, that's good."

"Uh huh." Walter groaned quietly. "God, Paige."

Two minutes later – to the second, because Walter's internal clock was essentially perfect – Paige's hair was being rinsed again, and then Walter took back hold of her hips and began to pump his hips more rapidly, grunting and drawing another moan out of Paige. She tipped her head to the side, catching sight of them in the mirror. Damn. Walter's body…Walter's expression…hell, the same things but her. Paige gritted her teeth, hearing a hissing sound through them, then grunted, and her voice was high when she spoke. "Walter, I'm close, Walter, I'm close."

Walter slid a hand around, locating her clit, and he lightly pinched the skin around it, rolling between his fingers to stimulate without quite touching. Paige gasped, choking briefly on the Water as her body coiled and released again. The feel of her finishing around him brought Walter to his own climax less than a minute later. Paige let the water run over her a few more seconds then stepped out of the shower, giving Walter room to properly rinse off.

"I'll text you soon," she said as she got dressed.

"Sounds good."

"We maybe got a little too…much, with the hair washing," she said.

"I agree. And I apologize. Just was thinking of efficiency."

"I get it. It's all good."

"Cool."

"You'll text me? Or I'll text you."

"Okay."

Walter wasn't surprised when, four days after their last tryst, he got a text from Paige. An eggplant emoji, a question mark, and the word 'later.'

The quality of her booty call texts had certainly gone down since they'd initially started up this arrangement.

He glanced at the desk to the right. Florence was hunched over her phone. She'd been texting someone a lot lately. She seemed determined to not tell him nor Cabe who it was.

Walter texted Paige back. "When?" The answer came shortly after. Two hours. He agreed, glancing back at Florence's desk. She was smirking at her cell phone like whoever she was texting just came up with an idea that would win a Nobel Prize.

Walter hadn't been surprised when Paige texted him to meet up at the next hotel on their rotating list. But he was surprised when he opened the door to find her sitting on the bed, knees up to her chest, tears leaking from her eyes.

"Paige," he said making sure the door had clicked shut before crossing the room to stand beside the bed.

Her voice was quiet. "It's Ralph."

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