Title: Rush Job

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

Author's Note: This chapter is rated M. If you're too young, or just prefer not to read such things, move on to the Epilogue in Chapter 4.

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 3

Paige worried for about two seconds that the interruption would kill the mood again. It was an unnecessary worry. As soon as they got to her room, Walter led her to the bed and sat down, bringing her down to sit on his lap. For the first few seconds as he resumed kissing her she had the presence of mind to note that he'd left his jacket, shirt and tie in the other room. She would have to make sure they scoured it thoroughly to make sure nothing was left behind. She didn't really think it would traumatize her son… but it might traumatize her!

She'd been holding her dress up as they walked across the hall, but now she let it drop as she combed her fingers through the curls on the back of his head. Walter finished working the zipper and the dress slipped down around her waist. She pushed Walter back onto the bed. The action momentarily disconnected their lips, so she sat back up and stepped off the bed.

Standing, she shimmied her hips, pushing the dress down. Her breasts were exposed and she could feel how taut her nipples were. She was eager to know what it would feel like to have his hands on them… his lips. Looking down, she took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the man stretched across her bed. All the men she'd been with were handsome; but Walter… Walter was beautiful. Even the cleft in his chin that looked like… Well, she thought that was beautiful, too.

The dress puddled onto the floor together with her panties. Paige stepped out of the pile of fabric. She'd kicked her shoes off in Ralph's room and would have to remember to retrieve them as well. But for now, she enjoyed seeing how Walter looked at her. She was used to men looking at her as if they had just been given free rein in the ice cream shop, but Walter was different. He was undeniably eager; she could tell that from the bulge in his pants. But there was also a sense of wonder in his look. She'd seen something like it at times when he was working on a project, or showing something to Ralph. He said he didn't know how this works when you're in love with someone. She knew Walter had never been in love, but it suddenly became real to her - all the wonderful things he was about to discover; and she would be there with him.

Walter reached a hand out and Paige took it, leaning over and kissing him. She reached down to undo his belt and zipper, and Walter scooted up to the head of the bed while pushing his slacks and underwear down. He toed his shoes off, and kicked them off the end of the bed while he put a hand on each side of her waist and brought her down on top of him. She felt his hardness against her bare belly for a moment until he turned so that they were lying face to face.

"May I touch you?" Walter stroked a hand up her side, letting her know which part he wanted to touch.

"I've been wanting you to touch me for a long time, Walter. I'm through with waiting, too!"

He surprised her a bit when he dipped his head to take one nipple into his mouth while his hand moved up to caress the other breast. Walter was so literal that when he'd said "touch", she assumed he meant only his hands. This was part of lovemaking that she enjoyed thoroughly and when Walter began flicking his tongue against her nipple, she felt a jolt of desire spin down her belly and tighten the muscles in her core. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he brought her to the edge of the cliff and they could get to the main event.

"Mmmmmm, yes!"

"Should I assume that means you like this?" Walter raised his head and blew gently on her damp skin, causing her to shiver.

"Yes! I love it," she assured him.

Walter began to trail kisses down her torso, stopping at her navel to flick his tongue into the small depression. "Would you like the same thing… lower down?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"Oh yes, please!"

Walter kissed her navel, sucking lightly before raising up on his knees. He pushed her legs apart, and stroked his fingers up her inner thighs. Paige rose up on her elbows. "Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?"

Walter grinned. "No. I want to be sure I get this right. We won't get a second chance for a first time, you know."

"I thought you took '…pride in your ability to produce top quality work under pressure and in minimal time.' Time's a wastin', mister."

"There's a difference between a rush job and a job that's rushed," he replied. "I don't mind the one, but I refuse to engage in the other."

To her relief, Walter stretched out and began by kissing the soft skin behind one knee. Meanwhile, he began to stroke the short curls at the apex of her thighs with his fingers, using his thumb to tease through them. When he began to stroke up and down the flesh surrounding her entrance, she squirmed.

"Is this okay," he asked.

"It's okay, but it's driving me crazy. Right now I just want something of yours inside of me. I'm happy if you want to start with your fingers or tongue, but I don't' want to leave here until I get something bigger. As much as I love that you want to make this good, I want to be sure you have fun, too. Dragging this out is just making me antsy."

"All right, I'll get to the point, then."

Walter pushed himself up between her legs and used both thumbs to part her curls. Moving in closer, he gave her one long stroke with his nose, ending by lightly teasing her clit. Paige knew there was a reason she loved that part of his face. Then he repeated the action again with his tongue and she nearly shot off the bed.

"Mmmmmmm! Ohhhhhh!"

He rubbed his hands up her thighs, gently pushing them further apart, then moved up to caress her hips and slip underneath to cup her buttocks and lift her up. He began to lick in earnest, occasionally darting his tongue inside her, then back out and up to flick over her sensitive nub. The first time he took her between his lips and sucked, Paige cried out his name.

"I can see we won't be able to do this whenever Ralph is at home!" Walter quipped.

"Walter don't you dare mention Ralph again until after we're done!"

Walter answered her by sucking a little harder this time, then flicking his tongue so that it just brushed her clit. It felt almost like a feather, if a feather could be charged with electric current. She could feel the pressure building in her pelvis and knew she was on the edge. It always felt like a coil that was wound tight and ready to spring. There was nothing more uncomfortable than getting wound to this point and not able to get release. She was tempted to reach down and finish things off herself, but she had a good feeling about this. Within a moment her feeling was justified as Walter sucked once more, then flattened his tongue and began a series of long, slow strokes interspersed with occasional flicks. It was at the end of one of those strokes that Paige finally felt the coil snap. She shuddered, gasped, and felt the muscles in her thighs quake in rhythm with her inner muscles. It felt like her entire body was vibrating.

"Mmmmmmm. That was marvelous."

Paige was surprised to realize that it was Walter who said that. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "What do you mean? Did you...?"

"Oh… no… not yet of course. But I could feel you trembling and then it was like something popped and you started to sort of… pulse. It was rather… gratifying."

Paige felt herself coming down a bit and she giggled at the note of self-satisfaction in his voice. "Proud of yourself, are you?"

"I'm always happy when I can finish something satisfactorily. Was it satisfactory?"

Paige stretched her arms above her head, languishing in the warm, tingly sense of completion. "I'd say it was quite satisfactory. But it's not quite finished."

"Not quite, no," Walter replied. He rose up on his knees and placed one hand on her belly as he crawled up to lay down beside her. "You'll need a moment or two before we proceed, though." He kissed her temple, then began to nuzzle her neck until she turned to face him. Paige moved forward to place a light kiss on his lips.

"I don't need much time," she said.

"Uh… this probably isn't the right time to talk about this but… do you have any…?"

"Protection? I'm on the pill, Walter. Aside from that, there's really nothing to worry about. How about you?"

"Me? No. Nothing to worry about either."

"I didn't think so. I didn't even mention it because I was sure if there was anything… to worry about… you wouldn't…"

"No, no, I would never risk it."

"I know that, Walter."

"So we're good to go, then?"

Paige smiled and caressed his cheek. "Anytime you're ready, love."

"'Love'. I like that. I love you, Paige."

Paige snuggled closer and kissed his lips. "I love you, too, Walter."

Walter captured her lips again, parting them with his tongue and sweeping in. Paige was instantly caught up in his passion and before she knew what was happening, he swept her up on top of him. He grasped her behind the knees and tugged. She wasn't sure what he was trying to do, so she pulled back, questioning him with her eyes.

"Can you get up on your knees?" He asked.

Paige pushed up from the bed and pulled her knees up under her. Walter scooted back on his elbows so that he could sit up. She caught on and sat down on his thighs.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Past ready," she replied.

Walter put both hands under her bottom and lifted her slightly. At the same time, Paige gently took him in her hands and guided him to her entrance. She rubbed his head lightly against her clit before allowing him to glide inside. They both looked down to watch and sucked in a breath at the first sensation of joining.

Walter lifted her once until he was nearly out, then let her back down. Paige braced her hands on his shoulders and began to move up and down with Walter lending some help until he closed his eyes and returned to kissing her. He stroked her back with his hands, then brought one hand in between them to caress her breast. The other went up and into her hair, holding her head so that he could deepen the kiss.

Paige had rarely been able to orgasm with a man inside her. Usually the position was off, or there just wasn't enough time before the man was done. Now, she found if she moved back and forth, in addition to up and down, it was almost as good as those long strokes Walter made with his tongue. That, together with the fact that Walter was brushing a particularly interesting spot deep inside, made her feel the coil rapidly winding up again. It didn't hurt that Walter was paying loving attention to her breasts. He took his mouth from hers and moved it instead to wrap around her nipple, sucking lightly. Paige leaned back, bracing her hands behind her as she continued to move, giving herself up to the sensations. Walter grasped her hips and began assisting her to move more rapidly. At the same time, he bucked underneath of her. Paige knew he was close. She was okay with that. She'd had her moment.

"Oh God, this is good! So good!" Walter cried before latching on to her other breast, sucking and licking. He continued to move her up and down with one hand, but brought the other between them. He reached down and began rapidly stroking her clit with one finger.

"Damn!" Paige cried. She threw her head forward, nearly knocking heads with Walter. At the last minute, she twisted to one side so her forehead crashed into his shoulder. She was panting. The coil was wound tight and it was a race to the finish to find out which one of them would get there first.

Walter lifted his head and turned to the side, kissing her ear and whispering, "I love you Paige. I'll love you forever."

His words undid her. Paige felt a tightening, then suddenly everything came loose and she was blinded by sensations. She dimly noticed that a moment later Walter stiffened, groaned and went still. After a moment, he lay back, bringing her down with him.

Paige carefully lifted herself off Walter and shifted so that she lay beside him. He clasped an arm around her and drew her close, and she snuggled into his side, reaching up to kiss the cleft between his chin before she settled back down to rest her head on his chest.

"I've been wanting to do that forever," she whispered, smiling to herself.

"Me, too," he responded, lazily stroking her back.

"No, I mean… Well, yes, that, too. But I've always thought that line in your chin is just so kissable."

Walter chuckled. "The boys in school teased me about that. They teased me about a lot of things, but they used to call me 'Butt Chin'."

Paige frowned. She didn't mean to bring up bad memories. "I'm sorry, Walter. I didn't mean to…"

"No, it's fine, Love. I got over that a long time ago. If you like to kiss it, it just became my favorite feature."

Paige started giggling. Before long, she was rolling over, holding her stomach.

"What's so funny?"

She took a deep breath, trying to regain control. "I was just thinking. My grandmother used to like to say 'Kiss My Butt!' If you ever say that, I will!"

Walter rolled over, curled up and laughed until his sides ached.

May 6, 2017