Title: Rush Job

Summary: Closet Fic, sort of. Everyone assumes Walter and Paige had sex in the closet. But what if they didn't?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own /scorpion. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I make no profit and no infringement of copyrights is intended.

Chapter 2

"What… what's wrong?"

Paige was beginning to wonder if she was even cut out for relationships any more. She was supposed to be the communicator, but here she was not even an hour into a new relationship with Walter O'Brien and she'd basically mauled him in a closet then lured him back to her home and repeated the performance without any discussion.

He told her he didn't know what to do. She should have realized that was a signal to take things slow. She knew Walter had been in relationships, and although she didn't have all the details she also knew he wasn't comfortable with many of the physical aspects of a relationship. She should not have assumed that his libido was charging at the same rate as hers. Now she didn't know how to make things right. She didn't even know if that was possible.

"I'm… I'm sorry Walter. I… let my feelings get the best of me. I should have waited until we could talk. That was very wrong of me. I… I hope you can forgive me. I understand you want to wait and… and that's fine. If you still… if you still want to… If you still care about me, we can set aside some time to talk things out after we get back from Tahiti…"

"Paige," Walter interrupted her. "I understand the importance of… of communication. I… I guess we'll both get better at that. But I don't… I don't want to wait for anything… anymore… where you… where we're concerned. I'm in love with you. I've waited for over two years to tell you that and now that I know you feel the same… I'm through with waiting."

"But… I don't understand." Paige opened her hands, allowing the bunched up bit of her dress to settle back into her lap. What with everything that happened, the poor thing was probably ruined. She gripped the edge of the bed instead. "You said we should wait."

The old clock on Ralph's beside table blinked, displaying the new hour. It was midnight. Walter gently lay his hand over hers, then curled his fingers around it and lifted it to his lips. He edged over slowly, eliminating the small space between them. Reaching over, he brushed his fingers through her hair.

"I only meant… we don't have much time. And I really don't know how to do this."

Paige felt a smile cross her face. Walter grinned back.

"I mean… I know how. I just don't know how it works when you're in love with someone. But I do know I can't wait to find out."

Paige leaned her head against his hand. "I think maybe we'll have to wait. We've spent what little time we had talking. And the mood is sort of… gone."

Walter leaned over and kissed her, his hand moving behind her head to draw her closer. Paige immediately responded, parting her lips so they could deepen the kiss. Their earlier kisses had been wild, hot and passionate. This was slow and deep and just as passionate. The mood was different, but it was back… and in full force. She was surprised when Walter pulled away.

"You're the one who said Cabe won't leave without us," he said. "At Scorpion we take pride in our ability to produce top quality work under pressure and in minimal time. You might say we specialize in rush jobs. So if you still want to… I'm sure we can come up with a plan."

"Rush job?" Paige laughed. "I will never be able to discuss rush jobs at work again without blushing!"

"Is that a yes?"

Paige quickly kissed him again. "Oh YES!"

Walter beamed and drew her close again. This time he fully intended not to stop until the job was done. He briefly realized that their late arrival would cause no end of embarrassing speculation, but quickly dismissed the thought. He meant it when he said he was through with waiting. Eight hours on a plane not knowing what it was like to make love with this woman wasn't something he felt he could face.

He reached out blindly with one hand to push the piles of clothes out of the way so that he could lower himself and Paige onto the bed. At the same time, he worked on the buttons of his shirt. He meant to ensure that Paige was fully aware of just how much he wanted her. He brought his legs up onto the bed shoving his feet against the mattress so he could stretch out. At the same time, he turned, pulling Paige up and over until she lay on top of him. He began to fumble with the back of her dress.

"There's a little button that holds the wrap part together, and a zipper down the back," Paige whispered helpfully before she moved her lips to nip and suck lightly just below his earlobe.

How did she expect him to manage something so intricate while she did that?

Walter opened an eye to peer down Paige's back. He soon located the tiny button and unfastened the miniscule thread loop that held the wrap together. Then he found the zipper tab and began pulling it down.

"Wait!"

Walter froze.

"I can't…. I can't do this. Not here."

Walter sighed. "It's okay. I understand. We'll just finish packing…"

"No, no," she said, pushing up off him and swinging her legs back to the ground. "Walter, I can't do this here. This is Ralph's bed. I… can we just move to my bedroom?"

May 4, 2017 – May 5, 2017