It takes a special kind of person to turn a genius with an IQ higher than Einstein into a love slave. Paige smiled to herself relishing in this fact as she lazily ran her delicate fingers through his soft brown curls. Paige had been looking forward to this night after dropping off Ralph with Sylvester, she had planned everything to a T; marshmellows for playing drunk chubby bunny, vigorous shaving at all the necessary parts. The night had moved slowly as Walter lost more and more of his fine motor skills as the drinks went on. Finally, just when he was dumb enough to lose all control, Paige was there to take his control and break the sexual tension that had ignited in that very first moment he walked into her dinner. Doing that ancient dance was the sweetest experience they had both had, considering how many times they have saved each others lives. Walter took to the bed as an eager student, more than pleased to show how fast he could learn, even when batshit drunk. Retiring to the roof where the crisp city ai could cool off their bones, Paige lay on the old beach chair with Walter passed out draped over the side of the chair and halfway on Paige's thigh. My little love slave, Paige thought again to herself. His soulful doe eyes stopped looking so serious when they had made love, Paige could see him stop thinking as oxytocin and endorphins flooded his genius brain. Nothing had felt better, and Paige knew that at that moment that she was going to send Ralph with Sylvester until they were sick of each other.
YOU ARE READING
One Shots
RomanceHere lie chapter long imaginaries of some of the fandoms I love, and some of imaginary characters I may or may not write actual stories for. I am above the age of twelve, and can form decent sentences and hold a dear place in my heart for the oxford...
