Ten Minutes in Heaven
Author's Note:
This one is a little bit longer, there's a little bit of an actual plot in this chapter. Okay, kids, this chapter totally earns its "M" rating. You have been warned. Maybe read this during some 'alone time'.
Cabe rubbed his stomach in appreciation as he tossed his napkin on the table. "Paige, my dear, you've outdone yourself. Dinner was delicious. It's the perfect evening to enjoy this spectacular view of the valley. Walter did a stellar job hanging the lights around the terrace thanks to your supervision." He gestured to the unusually distracted Walter.
"Thank you, Cabe, but it wasn't that big a deal. I didn't even cook dinner, I hired it out." Paige ducked her head in embarrassment at his words.
Allie patted Paige on the arm. "Take the compliment. You still put everything together and made sure everyone had a good time. I also wanted to thank you for the vegan options at tonight's dinner. The Lentil Bolognese was simply delicious and the roasted cauliflower was a perfect side. If you don't mind sending me the caterer's information, maybe I'd like to hire them sometime for a special occasion of my own."
"Of course, Allie, no problem. I can only apologize again for neglecting a vegan dessert option for you. When I decided on a dessert with ice cream, I didn't even think about the fact that you wouldn't be able to eat it."
"No one needs to go to all the trouble of a second dessert just for me. I have plenty of sweetness in my life." She leaned over and gave Cabe a quick peck on the cheek. Cabe blushed and cleared his throat uncomfortably. Public displays of affection still tended to embarrass him. "Plus, I hear it's one of Walter's favorite dishes so it's only right that you would plan something special on the menu for him." Allie winked at Walter, who startled at the movement. He wondered if somehow Allie had divined his thoughts, his mind kept drifting back to the activities he and Paige had engaged in for most of the afternoon in the tub, in the bed, on the lounge chair. Walter started mentally reciting the digits of pi in an attempt to keep his mind from returning to the images of Paige's naked body. Ever since he had touched her on the terrace this afternoon, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, her body, and the way her body felt under his fingers.
"Blah, blah, blah. The meal was delicious, but now it's over enough talk." Toby complained. "Do you call this a dinner soirée or a dinner snore-ay, 197? Let's get some entertainment going for this shindig before the guests fall asleep. What have you got planned for after dinner?"
Paige looked irritated and Happy punched Toby in the shoulder. "What did I tell you about being a polite guest?"
"To actually be one," Toby whined, "Or you'd make me sit in the car without the windows cracked.
"Exactly."
"Hey, Walter," Sly piped up wanting to turn the conversation toward friendlier topics, "I saw a croquet set in the shed when I was calculating the square footage of each section of your yard. "It might be kind of fun to set it up and play a game or two."
Walter agreed and he and Sly started walking toward the shed. "Croquet? Boring!" Toby called as he trailed after them. "Care to make it interesting?"
"Over my dead body, Doc. No gambling, remember?" Happy hurried after the other geniuses.
"Not that kind of interesting, my sweet little kumquat, just less stick a white-hot poker in your eye to deal with the massive boredom of any game endorsed by the duller than watching paint dry Walter O'Brien."
The voices of the squabbling geniuses faded as they made their way across the lawn and soon Cabe, Allie, and Paige could thankfully no longer hear them.
Cabe turned to Paige. "Hey, kiddo, why don't you let us help you bring in these dishes, and then you can get that dessert going so I can have a chance to try some before Walter throws the whole lot of us out on our ear. He didn't seem to have much patience for Toby tonight, and he's been looking at you all through dinner as if you were on the menu and would welcome any excuse to get you alone."
"I noticed that too." Allie chimed in, "He seemed distracted all evening."
Paige blushed, she had hoped no one had noticed. She tried to explain Walter's behavior in a way that was sufficiently vague that neither of them would suspect what he was thinking about. "Walter uh… encountered a new ex-experience this afternoon and he's been a little… off ever since. I think he's still trying to process… to process it."
Cabe stood and grabbed a handful of silverware. "Enough said, I most definitely do not need all the details about whatever Walter's new encounter was."
Allie just laughed as she and Paige each grabbed a stack of dirty dishes, she bumped hips with Paige as she passed and winked. "I hope you and your handsome husband enjoy many years of new and delicious new experiences together."
Paige blushed. "Thank you? I hope so too?"
Soon enough all the dishes were stacked in the sink. Paige shooed Cabe and Allie back out to the terrace with a bottle of wine to relax and enjoy the sunset. They quickly settled in on the new outdoor furniture and watched with amusement as Sly's suggested croquet game quickly devolved into Toby teasing Sly mercilessly and Sly trying his best not to cry all while Toby avoided being whacked with Happy's mallet. "Maybe this wasn't the best idea Sly ever had." Cabe chuckled.
"No, but at least they have you to make sure there's no actual bloodshed."
"We'll see…" Cabe drawled as Walter trudged up the hill from the croquet field toward them.
Allie noticed the look on Walter's face, as if he was looking for his favorite treat and dismayed not to find it. She smiled at the frazzled genius and gestured toward the house. "She's inside, putting the finishes on dessert for the party. I'm sure she'd love some help."
Walter grinned as if someone had just returned his lost puppy to him and practically ran to the door.
"I heard she's making Baked Alaska," Allie called after him. Walter's brain almost short-circuited at the mention of the confection. It was his favorite. It was also the dessert he most associated with Paige and their physical chemistry, his desire for her. She was playing a dangerous game with guests in the house, particularly since the activities of the afternoon had unleashed a new side to his physical relationship with Paige that he had never before experienced.
Walter had never felt so rooted in his body in his entire life. He had always lived in his mind, merely considering his body as the vehicle that carried his brain. But the physicality of his exertions today had opened his mind to the ability of his body to experience the world in an entirely different way. He was anxious for more somatic experiences, particularly with his beautiful wife.
Paige had set the oven to preheat and was just finishing coating the ice cream with sticky sweet meringue when Walter entered the kitchen. "B-Baked Alaska?" Walter could barely get the words out. His mouth inexplicably went dry. "I had no idea Baked Alaska was on tonight's menu."
Paige placed the spatula she had been holding down on the counter. "Of course. I know it's one of your favorites, 'the most scientifically interesting dessert', I believe is how it has been described to me before." She winked.
Walter felt the now familiar tightening in his groin at her flirtatious actions. The sound of the oven's buzzer indicating that the proper temperature had been reached almost made him jump in surprise. Paige just laughed as she carefully placed the baking tray into the now-hot oven. When she turned around again to face Walter he noticed that she'd gotten a dab of meringue on her cheek and he had to stop himself from pulling her to him and cleaning it off her skin with his lips and tongue. Walter was no longer shocked that he was having such primitive and animalistic thoughts. Was he losing his mind?
As Paige moved to rinse the mixing bowl in the sink, his eyes were drawn to the familiar curves of her breasts and hips covered by the floral print of her casual sundress. He watched her hungrily as she consulted the cookbook open on the counter and set the oven timer. "Dessert will be ready in ten minutes." She gestured to the stack of clean plates and forks in front of him. "There's not much more that needs to be done in here. Would you take the dishes out to the terrace for me? The Baked Alaska will be done so soon, I'll just wait in here for it to finish. I'll be out with it in just a few minutes and we can serve the guests dessert."
Walter didn't move. He heard her words. He just couldn't tear his eyes away from that bit of sticky sweetness on her skin. Feeling the blood pounding in his ears and other places, he pulled Paige to him. "No, I think ten minutes gives me just enough time to enjoy a taste of you." Walter pressed his lips to the meringue along Paige's jaw and tasted her skin, sweeter than the sugar smeared on it.
Paige inhaled sharply at the contact. "Oh my, that feels nice." Walter kissed further down her neck. "What about our guests?" Paige asked breathlessly.
"They'll be fine for ten minutes unsupervised." Walter was loathe to think about anything other than the feeling of her soft warmth in his arms.
Paige pulled back, "What if someone comes in?" she asked, concerned.
"Do you really think any of those jokers will want to come into the kitchen and possibly have to do any work?" Walter was frustrated that he was losing precious moments with Paige while she fretted over her dinner party and its attendees.
"You're right, that does seem unlikely."
"Good," Walter growled, "we don't have long." Walter slid his hands down to Paige's hips and then efficiently slid the fabric up until he found the hem of her dress. Then he slipped his hands under the soft fabric, his fingers touching the sides of her bare thighs, caressing the skin as he moved up until he reached her hips. Once there he found only the flimsiest scrap of lace underwear. His eyes looked into hers questioningly. Paige's breathing had grown shallower and faster as his hands had moved. Biting her lip, she looked into his eyes, her desire building, and nodded. He hooked his fingers on each side of the fabric and swiftly pulled down. When the lace touched her ankles, Paige stepped out of the lacy underwear. Instead of tossing it away, he placed the sheer fabric in his front trouser pocket with a wolfish grin. "Memento."
Paige gasped in surprise as without warning he lifted her onto the counter. Walter pushed the fabric of her skirt up her thighs as he moved to stand between her legs, his growing erection pressing directly against her core. Paige sighed with pleasure as she tangled her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, his lips and tongue exploring her neck and collarbone. Walter slid the straps of her sundress down off her shoulders. The bodice of Paige's dress slipped down, her exposed breasts revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Walter groaned with pleasure at the sight of them. He cupped a breast in each hand, rolling her tightening nipples between his finger and thumb. Paige made little humming sounds in the back of her throat as he gently teased and tugged the nipples. "Walter, I want to feel your mouth…"
Walter needed no further urging. He dipped his head, his lips capturing one nipple as he continued to toy with the other one between his fingers. He sucked and nibbled her breast. She tasted divine. His pants had moved past uncomfortably tight into almost painful, but the taste of her brought him so much pleasure, there was no way he was stopping.
Paige writhed and moaned pressing herself harder against him, hooking her ankles together around his waist. Her breath came faster, and he felt her tremble under his touch. "Mmmmm," she moaned, "That feels so good, Walter, I want more, please more…"
Walter dragged his lips from her flesh and moved his hand under her skirt to the junction of her thighs, making lazy circles around her engorged nub, before stroking her directly. She was so wet, so warm, so inviting. Paige bucked against the feeling of his fingers. "Oh, yes, right there." She pressed against his touch. "Walter, I want you, I want you inside me, now." She practically begged.
Walter's erection stiffened at her words as well as the husky, erotic timbre of her voice. Every thought flew out of his head and he wasn't sure if he could even figure out how to release his arousal from their current position firmly trapped behind layers of cloth.
Paige, who understood him better than anyone ever had, recognized his disorientation. "Let me," she breathed as she slowly, painfully slowly, tantalizingly slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, her fingers taking special care to graze and further stimulate him. He leaned his rapidly becoming overheated forehead against the cool skin of her neck and shoulder. He hoped that his legs would continue to hold him up. He never wanted to move from the spot, from the feeling of her hands on him, his hands on her. He braced himself as she freed his arousal and took the entire length in her hand. She cupped him with one hand while the other hand stroked him.
"Do you want me, Walter? Do you want to be inside me?" she whispered huskily in his ear. Walter couldn't construct coherent syllables, let alone words, so he just nodded his head against her shoulder. She moved slightly, spreading her legs further apart, pulling him closer, guiding him inside of her. Walter groaned as he entered her. She started moving against him, her hands stroking and caressing every inch of him she could reach. He felt the pressure building with each stroke and knew that he wouldn't last more than a few thrusts. Despite their amorous activities earlier in the day, he was more than ready, and from the sound of Paige's moans and sighs she was too.
"Walter, Walter, Love, I'm going to…" Paige's voice trailed off as her orgasm took hold. Walter lifted his head from her shoulder and pressed his forehead to hers. He watched her in amazement at the pleasure and passion written all over her face and he felt pride well up in his chest like he had never experienced before. He had done that. He had given her that pleasure. She was his and he was hers, body and soul.
It was only a few moments of feeling the waves of Paige's orgasm contracting around him before he found his release. He felt sweat beading on his forehead as he held in every primitive sound he longed to make except for a low moan of complete and utter pleasure.
As their aftershocks subsided, Walter allowed himself to slip out of her. He gathered his wife, his love, his everything in his arms and just held her as she clung to him. Walter moved so he could look into Paige's eyes. She looked deeply into his, snuggling more deeply into his embrace. He could think of no words sufficient to express what he had just experienced. The physical release had been indescribable, but there had been something more, something ineffable that he couldn't explain. He would almost call it 'holy' if he believed in that kind of nonsense. Walter was surprised at this turn of events, so he said the only thing he could think of, even though the words paled in comparison to the depth of his feelings. "I love you, Paige O'Brien."
It felt as if she understood the inadequacy of his words because she just smiled at him with a look in her eyes that spoke volumes and replied. "I love you, too, Walter O'Brien."
The smell of carmelizing sugar coming from the meringue on the Baked Alaska currently baking in the oven pulled them both back to reality. Walter couldn't believe he had just had sex with his wife on the kitchen counter, while the other members of Scorpion were just on the other side of the door. His face must have shown what he was thinking because Paige giggled and hid her face on his shoulder, "I can't believe we just did that."
Walter stood with his hip against the counter, trying to catch his breath. "Neither can I," he grinned. If Paige's arms weren't around him, he surely would melt to the floor in a puddle. He took a fortifying breath, commanding the muscles in his legs to function. He zipped his pants as he watched her pull the bodice of her dress up to cover her naked chest. She was just pulling her skirt down her thighs when the timer went off.
Walter helped Paige down from the counter. He turned off the timer and she pulled the dessert from the oven. Walter enjoyed the view of her derriere so prominently displayed as she bent over to reach the pan. It made Walter reconsider his current action of tucking his shirt back into his pants and buttoning them closed.
Paige was simply the most scientifically interesting dessert Walter O'Brien had ever found. Baked Alaska paled in comparison.
Paige set the hot pan down on the counter and gave Walter a once-over. She fixed a stray curl sticking up at a crazy angle and straightened his shirt and tie. Then she gave her dress one final adjustment and smoothed her hair into place. "Let's serve our guests dessert and then kick them the hell out." Walter nodded vigorously in agreement with the idea. Paige cocked her head and looked at her husband curiously. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but what on earth brought all this caveman stuff on anyway?"
Walter shrugged, he would tell her what had been thinking. But for right now he just wanted to enjoy feeling these new sensations, not thinking about them. "I'm not sure, I think it had something to do with cutting the grass."
2 April 2024
