I wasn't planning on continuing this at all, but I had some inspiration and you asked nicely. :) The story is really complete after this chapter. If you enjoy it, PLEASE, for my sanity, leave a review. Smut is not my native language and if this is met with overwhelming silence, I'll probably just sink into a hole in the floor haha. Thank you.

Paige grabbed the bottom of her shirt and yanked it over her head, smiling daringly at Walter as his eyebrows ticked up. "Well, if we have to take them off anyway…"

Walter didn't respond for a long moment as he stared at her, a mixture of surprise and appreciation coloring his features. Paige felt exposed in the best way when he was looking at her like this. She was flattered by the awe in his eyes the first time she revealed her body to him, but she had expected that the intensity of his gaze would fade once he got used to the sight. She was wrong.

"You started this," she teased, hooking her fingers inside her skirt and wiggling it over her hips. It hit the floor and she stepped out of it, kicking away the heap of fabric along with her heels. Walter enjoyed being the one to undress her, usually, but they didn't have all day and she needed to skip a few steps if she was going to pay him back properly. "What did you think was going to happen, pulling a stunt like that?"

The genius pressed his lips together, and Paige could see that he was suppressing a grin. She took that as a sign of his approval and closed the distance between them, hooking her arms around his neck and yanking him down into a kiss. There was a height difference without her shoes and he had to bend to meet her, sliding his hands around her waist and pulling her flush against him. Far from sating her, his one-sided exploration had her desperate for more and keen to give him the same experience. The rest of the world could wait.

Walter was distracting her by sucking gently on her bottom lip and Paige fumbled as she undid the buttons on his shirt, frustrated with the amount of time it was taking. She adored the way he looked in dress shirts, but they made morning sex infinitely more inconvenient. The liaison grunted in satisfaction as she reached the last closure and then frantically shoved the material over his shoulders. Next was his undershirt, as she reluctantly broke the kiss to push it up and Walter finished the job before reaching for her again.

The sensation of his warm skin on hers was sweet relief and she sighed against his lips, drawing her hands through his hair again. She wanted to tease Walter, force him to go slow and steady like he'd done with her, but the fire surging through her body made it clear she didn't have the patience. Besides, they were already fighting the clock—it was only a matter of time before the team stopped buying their vague excuse.

Paige had just enough presence of mind to reach between them and graze her hand over the front of his pants, smirking as he groaned into her mouth. She moved to touch him again but Walter cut her off, grabbing her hips and pulling her to him, forcing a gasp out of her. He felt incredible against her and she knew he'd managed to turn the tables.

She didn't mind. This wasn't the battle for emotional and physical control that she'd had with other partners. This was a game between two people who wanted everything for each other, and both of them could and did win.

The liaison stumbled slightly as Walter took a step back, and she shook her head, grabbing his waistband and dragging him toward her. She tore her lips from his and used the opportunity to come up for air while she went to work on the buckle of his leather belt. "Your bed squeaks. This is better."

"This?" he asked, sounding a little breathless. She smiled and glanced up at him, nodding her head toward the wall where he'd driven her crazy mere minutes earlier. Walter's eyes widened and he grabbed her wrists to still her while she was freeing the button of his pants. "Paige, no. I don't want to—."

"Hurt me?" Paige had already anticipated his objections, but she felt warmth flood her chest as he nodded. Her lips curved and she brought her hands up to rest on his abdomen. "You won't. I'll tell you if I'm not okay."

"Paige—."

"Walter, I trust you. So just trust me. Besides…" Her wicked grin returned and she separated from the genius, pressing her back firmly against the wall and maintaining unflinching eye contact. "Can you honestly tell me that you've never imagined me…right…here?" she asked seductively, drawing her arms from her sides and crossing her wrists above her head. "Completely at your mercy?"

The effects of her flirting were obvious everywhere as his muscles tensed and his jaw clenched. Knowing even without a word that she'd convinced him—or at least short-circuited his brain enough to override his concerns—Paige wrapped her arms around him again and recaptured his lips. She brought his palm up to her back, over her bra, and his fingers deftly opened the clasp before tugging the straps off her shoulders. He had attempted, several times, to unhook the garment with one hand while the other was occupied, but gave up after realizing that even a genius couldn't work miracles like that.

With their combined efforts, Paige lost the bra and her underwear, and the rest of Walter's clothes fell into a pile on the floor. He'd been getting her out of her wardrobe frequently, and it wasn't like she stopped to fold the clothes once they were off, which translated to more laundry than Paige had ever done in her life. That was a price she would willingly pay, though.

Walter's hands curved under her thighs and he hoisted her up, backing her against the hard surface as her legs wrapped eagerly around his hips. She whimpered softly in anticipation and he pulled back to look at her, concerned that he was being too rough. The liaison flashed a reassuring smile and rested her forehead against his before she nodded to signal her readiness, inhaling sharply as he pushed into her.

The genius was still, giving her time to adjust to the angle and gauge her comfort. This was new for them—a fantasy she'd had for much longer than she would admit—and although the brick scratched lightly against her skin and she was caught off guard by how deep he was already, she found neither of those sensations particularly unpleasant, so she tilted her head and kissed him, granting him permission to continue.

Her hands rested on Walter's shoulders for support and a sound came from the back of his throat as she drew her nails over the skin. "See?" she breathed, releasing a low gasp as he moved steadily. "I told you this would be quieter."

"You being quiet is definitely a new development," he mumbled, smirking against her neck as he trailed his lips across her skin.

Paige rolled her eyes. She was the more vocal one between them, but not by much. She decided not to list all the evidence regarding his noise level and instead murmured, "Sometimes I like to stroke your ego. Among other things."

Walter grinned again before focusing his attention on marking a spot below her ear. The liaison flexed her fingers and sank her teeth into her lip, feeling blood rush to the areas she bit. She was struggling to suppress her verbal reactions, and she needed Walter to know how good all of this was for her, but she didn't want to risk being heard downstairs and if Paige was being honest, the secrecy was exhilarating in its own way.

He increased the pace and her eyes fell closed as she tipped her head back, losing herself in the feeling. She didn't have much control here—which she supposed was the point—but she rolled her hips in time with him as best she could, settling for sighing and whispering his name to encourage him in lieu of the moaning she usually preferred. It was strange, too, not to feel his hands traveling over every sensitive spot on her body, but the heady sensation of being confined between him and the wall was proving to be a worthy alternative.

Walter's breathing grew more audible, almost ragged, and Paige realized that he was closer than she expected. He'd made her completely unravel earlier without expecting any reciprocation, but it didn't mean he wasn't experiencing his own tension, or he would be downstairs right now coding instead of inside her.

She tightened around him deliberately and Walter groaned against her neck as he jolted. "Paige," he choked out, shaking his head. "Don't do that."

"Just let go, Walter." The liaison tightened her muscles again, pressing a kiss to his temple. "I want you to."

The genius gritted his teeth, exhaling roughly into the curve of her neck as he slowed his thrusts. He was practically shaking and she could see how much effort it was for him to hold back. "Not before—."

"You already took care of me. It's okay."

"No," he growled, the intensity of his voice almost startling her. "I need to see you. Or it's not the same for me."

A rush of arousal flowed through her as his words sank in. Walter always insisted on bringing her to completion—often more than once—before seeking it himself, but she assumed that was just a product of his selfless nature. She'd never considered that her release enhanced his own, and it made her feel connected to him in a way that was almost overwhelming.

"Okay," Paige murmured affectionately, raking her short nails over his scalp and making him shudder. She'd been trying to be unselfish, give him back everything he gave her, but if watching her fall over the edge would send him over too, then they'd have to get there together. She trapped his bottom lip between hers, nibbling gently, and curled one palm behind his neck for support while she dropped her other hand between them, pressing down on her clit. She moaned into his mouth as he started to move again and he grunted quietly each time her fingers brushed against him.

She was trembling now, tightening her legs around him, and she knew it wouldn't take long. Paige circled the nerves and arched her back, the unexpected movement surprising Walter and causing him to almost lose his grip on her. He stabilized her quickly, regaining his balance, but the sudden shift brought him in at just the right angle and in a few thrusts she was there, crumbling around him. Her other hand flew to his back and she dropped her head forward, muffling his name and a broken gasp against his shoulder.

It seemed like only seconds before Walter snapped his hips and then stilled, his heart pounding fiercely against her chest. He held her in place, even though she knew his arms must be strained, and Paige kissed him deeply, hoping to express a fraction of the affection she felt for him in that moment.

When they'd both recovered, she released her legs and Walter lowered her down, hands on her waist until she was steady. The liaison's entire body still felt weak, but she definitely needed another shower now, so she'd have plenty of time to recover before heading anywhere near the lower level of the garage.

"We should, uh…" Paige cleared her throat and offered him a crooked smile. "Definitely do that again."

The corner of his mouth lifted and it made her heart race even faster than it already had been. "Okay." He smoothed back a section of her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and smiled down at her. "Paige, as much as I would love for us to stay up here all day—."

The liaison sighed. Scorpion had a special place in her heart, but less so in moments like this. "You're the boss, can't you just send everyone home?" she asked only half-jokingly, relenting when the genius quirked his eyebrow. "Fine, I'll meet you downstairs. Tell them I'm on a phone call."

Walter's amused expression returned and Paige knew that he knew there was no hiding this, especially if she appeared freshly showered with that distinctive glow she could never quite hide. But it was pretty difficult to feel anything resembling regret over the way they spent the morning. "I love you."

"I love you too." She pushed up onto her toes to kiss him before shoving lightly at his chest. "Now get dressed and go save the world or something."