Last chapter! Thanks to everyone who has read, and who has reviewed, this entire fic. I'm so glad to hear that you're all enjoying this fic!
This chapter has a lot of smut. Like "they haven't had sex in two weeks and probably won't feel up to doing it again for another two weeks" a lot. I figured after the angst and fear and doubt of the first five chapters, Waige deserved to have some mind blowing sex and I think we kinda deserve it to, to be honest.
So here. Have Walter and Paige doing it. A lot.
Paige stared in the mirror. She was dressed as she always was in the mornings…was that appropriate? Should she change? Put something lacy on underneath her leggings and sweatshirt?
Stop it. Walter practically lived here. It wasn't like this was their first time.
"Mom! Walter's home!"
What she was wearing would have to do. Paige smoothed down the front of her sweatshirt and headed down the hall.
"Twelve whole hours and no hacking attempts?" Ralph was wrinkling his nose. "That's so boring."
Walter mussed his hair. "Sometimes boring is a good thing, Ralph."
"Did you get any sleep?"
"Couple hours right after it was over. Didn't want to navigate rush hour with no sleep."
Paige smiled. Walter had become so much more careful since they had started dating. I have to be, he had told her once. If any family deserves to not get left again, it's this one.
"I have to go to the carpool now," Ralph said, raising his eyebrows.
"Go, go to school, buddy," Walter said.
Ralph's eyebrows somehow shot higher. "You're standing in front of the door."
"Oh. Right." Walter stepped to the side.
"By Mom," Ralph said, lifting a hand as he passed through the doorway.
Walter turned to Paige. She smiled, rubbing her arms. "So we're…alone now." She cringed. Of course they were alone. They were alone a lot. This was an established relationship.
But I've missed him. She drew in a breath and let it out sharply. It wasn't even that. It was more like…I've spent the past two weeks in so much doubt. And that's over now.
Walter crossed the distance between them. "Look." He put his hands on her upper arms, smiling at her affectionately. "Paige, before anything else, I just…" the way he was looking at her made her feel weak. "I just need to know that you believe me. Everything I said on the phone."
The way he was looking at her almost made her incapable of registering exactly what he was saying to her. God, she might be okay just to be looked at like that for the rest of her life. "I do," she whispered. "I believe you."
"Good, because..." he slid his hands up to her face. "You're my person, Paige. I am going to wake up, every day, for the rest of my life and think about how incredible it is that we found each other." He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers as he continued to hold her face. "I love you. So much."
God. Paige slid her hands up to his neck, wanting to hold him in place, keep him right where he was. "You always know exactly what to say," she whispered.
He smiled. "I do try."
She giggled, her eyes falling closed as he kissed her, his hands moving down to find hers, taking a step closer until their bodies touched. She squeezed his hands, smiling against his lips. They remained there, almost motionless, for several glorious minutes, and then Walter released her hands, placing his on her hips and pulling her against him. He tucked his head next to hers, his lips near her ear, and whispered "I turned off my phone. Cabe can't call. No one can disturb us today."
He was saying it just to be informative, to let her know they wouldn't be interrupted, but if he'd have said that with the intention of turning her on as fast as a light, he'd have been successful. Her knees trembled. Walter slid a hand under the bottom of her shirt, easing it up to thumb at her over her bra. "Let's go to bed," he whispered.
Paige didn't remember how they got there as soon as her back touched the mattress, but there they were, Walter on his side next to her, running his hands over her while he kissed her on her mouth, jaw, ear, neck. She wiggled out of her top, then helped Walter with his. He undid her bra – she had thought to put one on that came open in the front.
Walter's fingers trailing along her skin were sending sensations straight downward. This was going to be fast. Paige wiggled as a hand slid over her breasts, then lower, stroking the soft skin around her naval. "Walter," she whimpered. God, was she going to come just from his hands running over her? After weeks of wanting him, and wanting him this badly, she could already feel the beginning of sensations it sometimes took her nearly a half an hour to experience.
Walter slid his hand down to the waistband of her leggings, starting to pull down, and she lifted her hips to help him. He sat up to pull the rest of her clothing down and tossed it away before removing his pants and boxers and kneeling over her. His eyes were dark with desire as he slowly shook his head. "I don't understand."
"Don't…what?"
His eyes scanned her body. "How you could think I'm not attracted to you." Paige shuddered at his tone and at the hunger in his eyes. Settling back in on his side, next to her, Walter's hand began to roam again, leaning over and capturing her lips between his own. Paige cupped the side of his face, savoring their every point of contact, a tiny moan rushing between her lips when he went back to kissing her neck. "I'm so attracted to you," he mumbled, "sometimes I can't think straight." Paige shuddered.
His hand dipped between her legs, and he groaned quietly against her neck. "God, you're wet." He ran his fingers up her slit, then back down, and Paige drew in a breath. Walter's lips stayed on her neck, placing open mouth kisses from her jaw to her collarbone. Walter's fingers continued to tease her, stroking her, finding her entrance and rubbing the tip of a finger around it. Paige thought she might start tearing up. She needed something inside her, something of his, and thankfully Walter seemed to recognize that she couldn't take anymore because he inserted a finger.
She jerked against his hand, she'd needed this, and she moaned quietly as he slowly moved the finger in and out. She lifted a hand to his hair, cupping the back of his head as he kept kissing her. "Walter, that feels so good," she said, curling her fingers through his hair. She could feel the tension pooling between her thighs, her body flushing, she was so wound, and she put a hand over her mouth.
He responded by inserting a second finger, and she moaned again, louder this time, when he began to stroke her from the inside. "Oh my God." She bit down on a finger, panting loudly through her teeth, and Walter pressed his thumb over her clit, rubbing it, and she was done for. Paige moaned as she contracted against his hand, sliding her hand up to brush hair back from her forehead.
Walter kept slowly moving his fingers, but stopped when she flinched. Removing them carefully, he stroked her hip, his other hand running through her hair. Paige's cheeks flushed. She'd never finished that quickly before, and it was almost embarrassing how long of a two weeks it had been. But she didn't care. She had missed this so much it had almost hurt and this release was so fulfilling.
Walter lowered his head to her breasts, kissing them, then licking around each of her nipples, blowing lightly on them after he did so. Paige shuddered.
Then, his hands, his mouth, everything went away. Walter looked down at her. "Sit up," he said. "And turn around."
Paige did, lifting her elbows, knowing his arms were going to slip around her. She loved this, when he massaged her breasts from behind while he kissed her neck and shoulder. The first time he'd done this, she'd been standing in front of the mirror and her knees had buckled so much she'd banged one against the dresser and had a nasty bruise.
Walter's hands slid around, cupping her breasts, and placed a wet kiss on her neck. He began to knead them, his fingers pressing against them with varying intensities. A couple of times, he squeezed, sucking at her neck at the same time and then rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Paige's breath grew shaky.
She scooted backward, her bottom pushing against him as his hands continued to work, and he groaned softly against her neck as her shifting backward pushed his erection between her thighs. His thumbs flicked against her nipples, making her moan again, reaching up to grasp at her hair.
Walter kissed her on the neck, lightly nipping at the soft skin, his fingers curling along the undersides of her breasts. Her mouth fell open, a gasp escaping her lips. Walter's tongue traced over the slight mark made by his teeth. "Mark me," she breathed. She knew she'd have to be careful as to what shirt she was wearing when Ralph got home from school, but she didn't care. She wanted visible evidence of this morning, to be seen by only the two of them. "Oh God," she moaned, making each word more syllables than it needed to be when he locked his lips on her neck and sucked hard. She slid a hand up, resting it against the side of his face, sighing loudly. Walter moved to a different spot on her neck, and then another, his hands still kneading her breasts.
Paige imagined this just might be what bliss was.
He was still between her thighs, hard and insistent, and as much as she was loving all the attention, she was starting to feel a tiny bit selfish. After all, part of what she'd been afraid of was he'd stopped being attracted to her, stopped wanting her, and she wanted to acknowledge the clear evidence to the contrary. Paige wiggled around until she was facing him. "Lay back," she whispered.
Walter looked behind him, unsure if there was room, then shifted until he could lay down. "Do you want a pillow for your head?" Walter extended an arm, and she leaned back, grabbing one and handing it to him. Then Paige hovered over him, leaning down to capture his lips between hers, before reaching down to take him in her hand, seeing and feeling him twitch in anticipation. Scooting down the bed, she stroked his abdomen, then his thigh, and then she wrapped her lips around him.
Walter's breath hitched, and his eyes half closed as he looked down his body at her. Paige lifted her head and smiled at him, starting to massage him below with her hand, and he grunted. She lowered her head again, taking all of him in, flattening her tongue and moving it up and down while applying suction with her mouth, her hand still working just below. She could see one of Walter's hands curl around the sheet.
Lifting her head, she scooted back a fraction, lowering her head way down to where her hand had been, wrapping her lips as best she could around him and sucking, tracing around him with her tongue.
"Oh!" Walter's body jerked, and he threw his head back, beginning to pant. "Oh my God."
Paige smiled to herself as she continued, Walter's every exhale starting to come as a groan. She pressed her tongue more firmly against him as she continued to create suction, her hand continuing to move up and down his shaft. Walter wiggled on the mattress, pulling one of his legs up and to the side to give her more room. She tilted her head, taking more of him in her mouth and humming, the slight vibrations making him curse quietly. Paige smiled internally. She had him completely at her mercy and she liked that maybe a bit too much.
It wasn't too much longer before she heard the pitch of his moans change – they were a little higher, sharper, more desperate, and she recognized how close he was. Lifting her head back up to his shaft, she locked her lips around the tip of him, teasing with her tongue, then dropped down, taking all of him in and hollowing her cheeks as she quickly drew back up and dropped down, settling into a rhythm, hearing his breathing grow faster and louder.
"Paige," Walter said, his voice sounding strained. "Paige...slow...and deep...please..."
She obliged, taking him all in again, slowly, then drawing back up with just as little speed, her lips working from side to side. She repeated, then again, and again, her hand sliding back underneath, and Walter made a sound that sounded almost like a pained yell but was anything but, and Paige stopped moving but stayed around him, stroking his thigh as he exploded.
She squeezed her fingers around her thumb to combat the gag reflex, and waited a few more seconds before lifting up. Leaning over the bed, she grabbed the small trash can, spitting inside and then crawling across the bed for a tissue. She wiped her mouth, tossed the tissue into the receptacle, and turned her attentions back to Walter.
He was gasping, a leg partly bent, his hand covering his eyes. She crawled toward him, rubbing his thigh soothingly. "Easy," she whispered. "Easy, Love." His hand was fumbling on the mattress, and she took it, lifting it to her lips so she could place a gentle kiss on his fingers. Then, she lay down next to him, placing a hand on his chest. "Breathe," she whispered, smiling down at him. He seemed to be having a bit of an easier time. She kissed his shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"I may actually be dead," he said, his voice such a dead pan that she actually laughed. He lifted his hand off his eyes and grinned at her.
Paige kissed his shoulder again. "I am not letting you die and get away that easily."
He chuckled, then rolled onto his side, tugging her closer by her hip and lowering his mouth to one of her breasts, licking around her nipple and then locking his lips around it. She closed her eyes, putting a hand in his hair and sighing. "Oh, that feels good," she said, drawing in another long breath.
He kept his attentions where they were for a minute or two, then moved to her other breast, easing her over onto her back. Then, he sat up, frowning, looking behind him at the pillows up at the head of the bed. "Scoot up there."
Paige smiled, a blush creeping over her cheeks. She knew what he had in mind. Crawling up, she settled in the center of the bed, against the pillows, her knees open.
Walter hesitated. "Uh, one more thing."
She cocked her head. Walter got off the bed and rummaged through his bag, pulling out what looked like a long ribbon. "I was thinking that, uh, maybe, uh, that maybe we could t – t – take your hands out of the equation."
Paige's eyes were wide. "Um..." This was uncharted territory for her, for either of them, but...but it was oddly titillating. "Yeah, sure."
He gave a nod, walking back over to the bed. There was nowhere to fasten anything on the headboard, so Paige shifted to the side, so she was laying diagonally, and put her arms over her head. Walter tied her wrists together, then secured the lace around the post. "Uh," he said, looking down at her and seeming distracted for a moment before making eye contact with her again. "I think we, uh, we need a safe word."
"A safe word?" Paige exclaimed. "What on Earth are you planning on doing?"
"Just," Walter said quickly, holding up a hand, "just in case it hurts. The ribbon, I mean."
"Oh."
"Like, if it turns out it is t – tied too tightly, and your circulation, or s – something."
"How about I just say ribbon?"
"That could work. I don't think you say ribbon all that often in normal circumstances."
She smiled. "Okay."
Walter leaned down and kissed her, running his hand down to her hip. The moved his mouth to her breasts, and Paige sighed, closing her eyes.
Walter shifted farther down her body, kissing her stomach, balancing on one arm, his opposite hand sliding under her hip and squeezing her gently. Paige blew out a long breath through her nose.
Walter's mouth reached her hips, and he pressed a kiss about an inch away from her clit, on either side, then pushed her legs apart. Then he sat up, and she let out a whine before she could stop herself.
"Easy," he said, reaching for a pillow that she wasn't resting her head on. "I'm getting there."
"Get there faster," she grunted, lifting her hips so he could tuck the pillow underneath.
Walter smiled. Paige was beginning to wonder if he'd tied her hands so she couldn't smack the smug look off his face.
He settled back down between her legs, turning his head to press wet kisses to one of her thighs. Paige didn't know if it was because of how long it'd been or if it was because she couldn't use her hands, but she found her patience draining fast. "Walter."
He recognized her tone, and shifted his position, dropping his head and licking straight up her slit, and her abs clenched in response to the sensation. She tipped her head to the side, blocking out everything else. Walter slid his hands around her thighs and hummed against her.
Paige let out a hard breath when his lips parted and covered her, his tongue stroking. Her hands curled into fists, and she moaned quietly. She normally clenched her hands around a pillow, or the sheets, or ran them through Walter's hair. She couldn't do any of that. She drew her knees up, pressing her feet against the mattress. Walter pushed one of them back down, scooting closer, his lips pushing harder against her. Paige gasped softly as his nose bumped against her clit. She wiggled her hands until her palms faced each other, and linked her fingers.
Walter lifted his head for breath, then closed his eyes and continued. Paige moaned as he flattened his tongue. God. God. He lifted his head again, wiping his mouth, then turned his attentions higher, swirling the tip of his tongue clockwise around her clit. Paige pressed her lips together, whimpering, her hips pushing against him. He switched to counter clockwise, dropped his head down to lap at her, and then lifted it again, going back to the darkening bud, parting his lips and repeating the circling motion with his tongue. Paige bit down on her lip. No one was home, the walls weren't even that thin, but she was still self – conscious whenever she was going to be loud and this time she wasn't able to cover her mouth. "Shit," she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and arcing her back, pushing her hips against Walter's face. He pushed them back down with his hands, shifting his weight so more of it was on his upper body, giving him a greater ability to hold her still. His tongue swiped directly over her clit, and Paige turned her head against her arm, whimpering again, her wrists straining against the ribbon. The contact stopped, and she opened an eye, peering down her body and noticing Walter's eyebrows were raised as he looked up at her. She shook her head – she didn't need him to stop – and he smiled and resumed.
She groaned as he flattened his tongue against her clit and began to move it up and down, the sensations rapidly increasing in intensity. "Oh, God." Walter slid a hand from her hip and pushed a finger into her, locating the spot inside and rubbing it. He closed his lips around her clit and sucked, his tongue continuing to massage, and that did it. Paige yelped loudly, going lightheaded as she felt the rush spreading out from her core and the spasming that let Walter know for sure she'd come.
He removed his finger and kissed her gently where she was most sensitive, then moved his mouth to her thighs, placing soft kisses on one, then the other. Paige closed her eyes again, focusing on his touch. He was always like this, loving and careful, and she focused on her breathing, in and out, in and out.
Walter stroked her hip as he moved up to kissing her stomach, then crawled over her, staring down. "I love you," he whispered, a smile on his face.
She blinked, smiling herself. "I love you." Walter reached up and tugged at the ribbon, and quickly had it loosened. Paige pulled her hands free and sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. He curled his arms around her, removing his lips from hers and tucking his face into the crook of her neck.
Paige had slid partway down the bed – though not too far because of the ribbon – and she shifted back into a position that was comfortable to be in long term. Walter slid a hand around her leg, lifting her hips as he prepared to enter her. "Wait," she said pushing at his chest. "Can you wear a condom? I missed my pill a couple times this past week when…when I had a lot on my mind."
"Oh." He sat up, scooting off the bed and rummaging through the drawer in her nightstand. "Um…"
"Bathroom, medicine cabinet. I'll get them."
"No," Walter said, holding up a hand to stop her. He disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared moments later. He crawled back onto the bed and covered himself, dropping the wrapper into the trash and setting an unopened one on the nightstand. "Maybe," he emphasized when she raised her eyebrows and licked her lower lip, a smirk on his face.
"Come here," she said with a smile, pulling him down, settling against the pillows.
He pushed into her slowly, kissing her throat, and she sighed in contentment as he filled her for the first time in too long. Damn communication issues. Damn them to Hell. She hooked her legs around him, pulling him deeper, and they both groaned quietly. She ran her fingers through his curls, tugging until he lifted his head from her throat to her lips. "I love you," Walter mumbled again. "I love you and I love this."
"Good," she whispered. "Because I'll never get enough of this. Ever. Not knowing we both feel this way." She shifted her weight and placement of her ankles, giving Walter more freedom to move, and he began to rock his hips.
"God, you feel good," he moaned, as if he was surprised, as if this was new, as if he hadn't felt her around him countless times before. Paige smiled as she moved with him. He felt good. This felt good. She'd have gone without it and never regretted her decision, but God she was glad she didn't have to.
This was the traditional position, but she did like it most of the time, because it was easy for them to kiss. And after the past couple of weeks, even though things hadn't exactly been bad between them, she was craving the extra intimacy. Walter was moving slowly, his thrusts even but restrained, drawing out the pleasure for both of them. Paige sighed audibly. "Just like that," she whispered. "Ho God, just like that."
Walter hummed against her mouth, flexing his fingers on her hip. She ran her hand back through his hair. Walter lifted his head, looking down at her, his thrusts coming a little quicker. Paige groaned softly through closed lips at the increased stimulation, easing into the new rhythm.
Walter didn't have the most stamina of any guy out there, but he could usually bring her over once this way, and sometimes twice, before he allowed it for himself. This time, though, she could hear the way he was breathing, and when he suddenly dropped down, his head buried in the crook of her neck, and his hips pumped faster, she ran her hand soothingly through his hair even as the increased stimulation made her moan loudly. Walter moaned in response, then grunted. "Paige," he gasped, his voice hoarse, going still and panting against her neck.
"It's okay."
"Gotta…gotta stop a second."
She could feel his heavy breathing. "No," she said, continuing to rock her hips. "It's okay, Love."
"I just…" He closed his eyes, holding still. "It's supposed to take longer the second time."
It's been a while, Love. She tightened around him. She wasn't close enough yet for his effort to be successful, and she knew he'd finish her afterward if she wanted. "Come on, Love," she said gently, putting her legs back around his hips. "Come on."
He relented, pumping his hips faster, and she felt his teeth against her shoulder and heard a sound in the back of his throat that rushed from his lips moments later as his thrusts became erratic and he pushed his hips forward one more time, holding them against hers. He drew in a breath and groaned again, and she kept her legs around him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his ear. "You're okay," she whispered lovingly. "I've got you."
He mumbled something against her neck, then rolled off, removing the condom and dropping it off the side of the bed. "Walter," she said, "the trash is on this side."
"Dammit." He slid off the side of the bed, vanished for a moment, then popped back up, crawling across the mattress and letting it fall into the basket. He crawled back next to her and lay flat on his back, his breath coming a little easier. He gestured to her. "Come over here."
Paige eagerly crawled over him, shifting until her knees were just above his head and lowered herself, sighing when his lips reached her. She leaned forward, bracing on her arms, shifting her hips forward and back. Walter's elbows bent, settling on the outside of her thighs. He wasn't trying to take control; she knew he just wanted to touch her.
"Oooooh," she breathed, wiggling her hips over him, peering down between her arms to make sure he was able to breathe. She reached down, stroking his hair affectionately, pushing her hips down on him and whining softly. He locked his lips around her and sucked, drawing her into his mouth, his tongue stroking her. Then he released her, extending his tongue and holding it stiff as she rocked over him. "Oh God."
She started to thrust faster, leaning on her arms with her eyes closed, his lips and tongue matching her perfectly. She could feel her orgasm building, fast, intense, and she shifted back, her hands behind her on his chest, rotating her hips over him at the new angle and grunting quietly. Walter lifted his head a fraction, locking his lips around her clit, and she slid her hand under his head and squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a sound that resembled a yelp. Her breath came louder, and she bit her lip in an effort to stay quiet as she ground her hips against him and he stiffened his tongue and swiped it rapidly back and forth around her clit. Her teeth released her lip and she cried out again, her thighs shaking. Once more, and that was all it took. Walter stroked her thighs soothingly as he kissed her down.
Paige shakily crawled off of him and fell onto her side, then her back, gasping. Walter scooted over, wrapping an arm around her and drawing her to him. They lay on their sides facing each other, Paige wrapped up in his arms. "Oh my God," she breathed when she could form words again.
Walter kissed her, and she sighed happily, wiggling closer and sliding an arm around to his back. She'd lost all concept of time; she had no idea how long they lay there, legs tangled together and tongues stroking each other, one of his hands caressing her from shoulder to hip and her fingers curling and uncurling over his back. But it was a long time.
He broke the verbal silence first. "I love you."
He'd said it several times since he'd gotten home. It wasn't losing any meaning. She put a hand up to the side of his face. "Walter, I love you so much."
"I feel I haven't said enough to make up for making you feel so bad lately."
"No." She wiped his upper lip with her finger. "I was overthinking it. Making myself insecure. Please don't feel bad."
"I just…if I'd been more in tune with how you were feeling…"
"I wasn't talking. You can't expect to read my mind." Paige kissed him again. "Please, Walter. I don't want you to feel like you aren't enough."
"But I don't either," he said, "and you spent two weeks thinking that you weren't. And Paige, I…" he shook his head. "I hate that you were hurting. I wish I could make everything good for you. All the time. I love you."
"I know," she said tenderly. "I never doubted that for a second."
He smiled, but he didn't look entirely convinced.
"Walter," she said, smiling, cradling his face. "I told you at the beach. I've never been so happy as I am with you. I didn't think feeling this much was even possible."
Walter tipped his head, nuzzling her nose with his own. Paige didn't need him to say it was all the same for him. That was something he made clear almost every day. "You did bring out that other condom," she said, a flirtatious smirk on her face. "We'll be pretty sore tomorrow," she said with a chuckle, "but…do you think you can…"
Shrugging, Walter slid his hand down to her thigh and tugged, and she hooked her leg over his hip as he put his lips back on hers, moving the hand that was on her thigh over to her rear and pressing her to him. Paige scooted up slightly and kissed him back, moaning quietly when after only about a minute she felt him starting to twitch and harden. She rubbed against him, keeping her lips on his and swallowing his quiet sounds. Walter continued to grip her, holding her against him. Paige reached down and closed her fingers around him, feeling him surge in her hand. She shifted her weight, drawing her hips back and guiding him to her entrance, wiggling closer again, sighing as she took him in. Walter groaned softly. "God, Paige."
She kissed him again as he began to move, tightening her leg as it helped hold him in place. At this angle, his shaft brushed her clit with each thrust, and she closed her eyes blissfully, settling into the rhythm, his tongue still tangling with hers.
She wanted to tell him how good this all was. Had she said it too much already? He does love facts. Paige moaned softly, placing a hand on his side to make him stop and scooting even closer, adjusting her leg around him. He resumed thrusting, slowly, carefully as to not slip out of her at this angle. Paige placed a hand on the side of his neck, pressing their foreheads together. "Oh God, this feels incredible."
The stimulation of her clit meant it wasn't too many more minutes before she was shuddering, biting on his lip, and giving a long, low moan as she came apart.
Her eyes popped open almost before it was over. "The condom!" We forgot. She wiggled away from Walter, sitting up, eyes wide.
"Shit." He looked annoyed with himself, but it quickly turned to concern when he saw she'd had a scare. "It's okay," Walter said sitting up on his knees and reaching out, rubbing her arms. "It's okay. I didn't." He stroked the side of her face. "It's okay." He kissed her forehead.
Her pounding heartbeat began to subside. She'd only missed her pill a couple of times, and after years of regular use, it might not have mattered, even if he had. She let out a shaky breath. Walter continued to rub her arms soothingly. "It's okay."
She reached down between them, tugging at him as she lowered her head and kissed and licked his chest. There was no point in more talk about the condom if he wanted her to finish him with her hand or mouth. "How?" She asked as his hips trembled, tiny thrusts against her hand.
There was a tugging at her scalp. Walter wasn't a hair puller, but he'd curled his fingers so tightly around her hair that it felt like it. She flicked her tongue against one of his nipples.
"Paige," he said, his voice hoarse. "Paige, I need to be inside you. Please."
She'd asked him what he wanted, but he still so rarely verbalized exactly what he wanted that she found it an incredible turn on. She gave his other nipple some attention, her hand still stroking him, feeling him frantically run his hands through her hair, a conscious effort to not grip. Eventually, Paige lifted her head, going for his neck, finding the spot near his jaw.
"Paige…" Walter pulled away from her, scooting over to the side of the bed and grabbing the condom wrapper, his hands shaking as he carefully unwrapped it. Covering himself, he pushed her onto her back and entered her in one swift motion.
His thrusts were more forceful than they had been all day, but she welcomed it, her body once again crying for release. A hand squeezed her breast, and he put his lips back on her neck, finding the place that she liked best. He shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts so he reached that spot inside her, and she groaned. "Oh God, that's it," she whispered.
He grunted in response, thrusting faster, and Paige gasped, each one bringing her closer and closer to the edge. "Paige," he rasped, "Paige, I'm…"
"Me too," she gasped, "me too."
"Oh God." Walter buried his face in her neck, his breath hot, and Paige heard his moans change pitch, but her thighs were already shaking hard and when he told her again that he was about to come she did so herself, her body reaching that glorious release for the fourth time that day. The feel of her pulsing hard around him had Walter following her moments later, saying her name in a way that would sound as if he was in pain if she didn't know better.
They lay together, her legs holding him in place, both struggling for breath. He regained it first, pushing up and rolling off of her. She put a hand over her forehead.
Walter removed the condom and cuddled back up to her, splaying his fingers across her stomach. She let a hand drop into his hair. "Today has been wonderful," she said, feeling more than a little sappy but trying to restrain herself.
"Yeah." He smiled. "You're absolutely stunning like this."
"Naked?" She smirked.
"Well, yes, but…" Walter gestured vaguely to her entire body. "What I mean is…you're happy. Relaxed. With that flush." His eyes locked on hers, and he smiled lovingly. "You look incredibly beautiful like this and I can't believe I get to see you this way."
If he was talking about her relaxation and full body blush, he more than got to see her that way. "You make me this way," she said.
"I love you."
She never tired of hearing it. "I love you, too."
Alright well I'm exhausted now and all I did was write it, haha. Hope you guys liked the fic, and hopefully we won't have to wait toooooo much longer before we can imagine Waige actually being like this in canon. As always, authors love reviews! Thanks for reading, everyone!