#watler x paige

[writerfreak001]

Prompt: waige + garage + studying

** This short story will take place BEFORE everything went downhill between Waige. It’s also a bit more saucy than I thought it would be and probably not what you had in mind, but I had fun writing it. ^_^; Enjoy!! **

Paige couldn’t believe how hot it was. Even though she was only dressed in a pink spaghetti-strapped camisole and black booty shorts (it was the team’s day off), the summer heat was making her feel like she had way too many clothes on. More than once, she had been tempted to walk around the loft buck naked while her man was out and about running errands, but the thought of Ralph accidentally walking in on her was not exactly something she wanted to experience, much less think about. 

Ralph was currently away at school, prepping for the junior high science fair, and she vaguely remembered Walter saying something about dropping Ralph off at Sylvester’s afterwards. So technically, she could very well strip nude and stride the loft in her birthday suit, but knowing how awkward it was when Sylvester accidentally walked in on her while changing out of her work clothes, she didn’t want to risk any other team members getting an All Paige Exclusive anytime soon. 

Paige fanned herself as she flipped through her favorite magazine, feeling a slow drip of sweat run down the right side of her face. Another dripped faster on her left side, plopping on her neck before running down beneath her cami. 

“All right, that’s it!” Paige exclaimed, having had enough dealing with the heat. She tossed her magazine onto the couch and marched to the bathroom just off of Walter’s bedroom. She absentmindedly left the bathroom door open and hurriedly slipped out of her clothes before turning on the shower. Setting the water temperature to cold, Paige stepped inside and closed the shower door. “Ahhh,” she sighed happily, “That feels so good.” 

Walter really couldn’t believe how horribly humid it was outside today. Despite dressing comfortably for the expected heat, he felt as though the sun could burn straight through his clothes with how hot it was. 

After he dropped off Ralph, he had returned to the garage and swiftly made his way to the loft. 

“Paige? You here?” 

“In here!” called out the company liaison, her voice sounding from the bathroom. He closed and locked the door to the loft and made his way over to his bedroom. Paige was, as expected, standing in the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her chest. She combed her fingers through her growing hair to disentangle all of the knots before turning her attention back to him. 

“Hey,” she grinned ear to ear as she walked over to Walter and smooched his mouth with a popping kiss. “Did you get all of your errands done?” 

“Yes, and Ralph’s at Sly’s. Since it’s the weekend, Sly wanted to know if Ralph could stay the night.” Walter replied, his eyes lowering down from her eyes to her chest. 

“He can. I’ll text Sly later,” Paige replied with a nod, but Walter didn’t appear to have noticed. “Hey,” she snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, breaking his concentration, “My eyes are up here,” she said as she pointed to her hazel irises, causing Walter to gulp audibly before stammering out an apology. Laughing, Paige cupped his cheeks in her palms and muttered, “I’m kidding,” before kissing him again. Then she added with a knowing smirk, “Look however long you want.” 

Walter eyes didn’t move away from her eyes, probably afraid he was being tricked. 

Paige bit her lower lip, amused, as she walked back into the bathroom to pick up her clothes. Walter swallowed audibly when he noticed her towel rising up in the back, revealing the lower part of her curvy ass. Suddenly, he discovered a whole other reason why he was so damn hot, and it had nothing to do with the weather. 

Boldly, Paige removed the towel from her bosom to hang it up. Instead of dressing afterwards like he anticipated, she turned to him and said, “When I was wearing those earlier, it was so hot that my nipples were poking the pink camisole.I finally couldn’t stand the heat and needed to take a shower.”

That’s just... so. not. fair. 

Walter took a seat on the edge of his bead, hoping crossing his legs would conceal the problem he was having below, but Paige obviously saw through his attempts. However, she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she  asked, “Did you get your errands done?” 

“Y-Yep,” Walter cleared his throat and flashed a small smile. “I couldn’t b-buy the new hotspot for the office though... Ran out of time....” 

“Oh?” She asked while slipping back into her black gooty shorts or whatever they’re called. Next, she shrugged on her cami, and sure enough, her nipples began to make themselves known. 

He shifted a little before carefully continuing his response. “Y-Yeah. I had to pick up Ralph from school, get him over to Sly’s and come home to study that book you bought me on social cues.” 

“Gotcha,” Paige nodded slowly as she purposely pulled her camisole downward, revealing more of her pointed breasts before releasing the material to fly back upward. She then smirked that certain, wicked way that made his insides bubble to goo. Usually a wicked smirk from Paige meant some kinky social test she would want him to pass. This time was probably no different. “I want to test you,” she beamed. 

“Test me?” 

“Yeah. Let’s see if you can read my social cues.” 

“O-Okay...?” 

Paige approached him ever so slowly, gently plunging her fore finger and middle finger to her mouth before swirling her tongue around the digits. However, in Walter’s mind, her fingers weren’t the object of her desire, but a rather more obvious substitution. She moved in closer and started walking her wet fingers along his stomach towards his chest before sending them back down, lower and lower until her palm rested between his legs. 

She grinned and bit her lip. “Well? What do you think I’m thinking?” 

Walter inhaled sharply when he felt the belt buckle and zipper of his jeans slacken before his button was popped open. With crazy snail-like speed, Paige’s fingers folded underneath the waistline of his jeans as she began to slide them off of his hips. “W-Why tell you,” he naturally arched his back to help her remove his pants, “when you can just show me what you want.” 

Paige gave him a sultry grin as he signaled to his boxers still clinging onto his waist. “Good call,” Paige smirked, ridding him of his boxers as well, bringing Walter a bit more comfort in the process. “You get an A. Now lay back and just enjoy being my teacher’s pet for the next couple hours or so.” 

“Gladly.”