FIC: The six senses that told Walt Hasser he was in love.
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savannah_whyte and our AU world xD <333 I have nothing else to say as going to visit family makes my brain die.
The six senses that told Walt Hasser he was in love.
In a way, he had to thank Ray Person.
He had to thank Ray Person, as it was he who'd dragged Walt to the club and then led the way through the dancing crowd towards the two young women - one of whom would take his world and toss it around; in a good way, of course.
Lola, she was called. With vivid green eyes and long, ebony hair that wove gently down to her waist. She had a smile he'd pretty much die for and a slender body that he needed to touch.
He also had to thank Katherine for breaking up with him, but he'd think about that another time.
Months later, Walt would lay awake at night, just enjoying the feel of Lola at his side, their legs tangled together, bodies pressed close and he thanked God for every minute he had with her. In the morning, Walt would rouse her with small kisses, fingers tracing patterns on the smooth expanse of her stomach, to the creamy skin of her thighs, just admiring her and drinking her in.
After meeting her, Walt's mind was occupied with wonder and questions; relentless questions. He recalled the kiss at the club, still etched into his mind. He wondered what her skin would taste like. He wondered if her skin would tingle under his touch as his did with hers.
'Fuck, dude. Just grow a pair and ask her out already,' Ray sighed, stretched out on the sofa. 'You've been distracted all week, homes. Fuck, I even beat you on Call of Duty.' Walt raised an eyebrow.
'I could say the same about you and Claire,' he replied, pointedly. Ray shrugged, but couldn't hide the color that flooded his cheeks. It fell quiet and Walt was able to get back to his thoughts.
He wouldn't believe that months later, he would enjoy the taste of her skin, the feel of her pounding pulse point under his lips, the way her mouth made his own tingle and the sweet musk when he kissed her inner thighs.
She'd purr his name in her Irish lilt, sending a thrill down his spine.
Walt loved it when she spoke. Lola was so confident and happy and independent in everything she did. He also loved the way she'd tell him she loved him, emerald green eyes bright and twinkling, arms wrapped around his neck and they'd kiss again, stood in the middle of Central Park, the red and brown Autumn leaves crunching under foot.
Certain smells reminded him of Lola; coffee, for instance, took him back to the night they met and also the time that Claire and Ray's love tryst began.
Lavender; she hated it. He remembered the time they'd been shopping and the smell was so overpowering in one shop that she spent the whole time threatening to dismember every worker in the shop, wrinkling her nose and sneezing all the while.
Finally, there was the way that they just worked; the way their bodies molded together, the way they understood each other and their feelings; knowing exactly how to cheer each other up.
They respected and appreciated each other.
And Walt just knew she was the one.
~End~
savannah_whyte and our AU world xD <333 I have nothing else to say as going to visit family makes my brain die.
The six senses that told Walt Hasser he was in love.
In a way, he had to thank Ray Person.
He had to thank Ray Person, as it was he who'd dragged Walt to the club and then led the way through the dancing crowd towards the two young women - one of whom would take his world and toss it around; in a good way, of course.
Lola, she was called. With vivid green eyes and long, ebony hair that wove gently down to her waist. She had a smile he'd pretty much die for and a slender body that he needed to touch.
He also had to thank Katherine for breaking up with him, but he'd think about that another time.
Months later, Walt would lay awake at night, just enjoying the feel of Lola at his side, their legs tangled together, bodies pressed close and he thanked God for every minute he had with her. In the morning, Walt would rouse her with small kisses, fingers tracing patterns on the smooth expanse of her stomach, to the creamy skin of her thighs, just admiring her and drinking her in.
After meeting her, Walt's mind was occupied with wonder and questions; relentless questions. He recalled the kiss at the club, still etched into his mind. He wondered what her skin would taste like. He wondered if her skin would tingle under his touch as his did with hers.
'Fuck, dude. Just grow a pair and ask her out already,' Ray sighed, stretched out on the sofa. 'You've been distracted all week, homes. Fuck, I even beat you on Call of Duty.' Walt raised an eyebrow.
'I could say the same about you and Claire,' he replied, pointedly. Ray shrugged, but couldn't hide the color that flooded his cheeks. It fell quiet and Walt was able to get back to his thoughts.
He wouldn't believe that months later, he would enjoy the taste of her skin, the feel of her pounding pulse point under his lips, the way her mouth made his own tingle and the sweet musk when he kissed her inner thighs.
She'd purr his name in her Irish lilt, sending a thrill down his spine.
Walt loved it when she spoke. Lola was so confident and happy and independent in everything she did. He also loved the way she'd tell him she loved him, emerald green eyes bright and twinkling, arms wrapped around his neck and they'd kiss again, stood in the middle of Central Park, the red and brown Autumn leaves crunching under foot.
Certain smells reminded him of Lola; coffee, for instance, took him back to the night they met and also the time that Claire and Ray's love tryst began.
Lavender; she hated it. He remembered the time they'd been shopping and the smell was so overpowering in one shop that she spent the whole time threatening to dismember every worker in the shop, wrinkling her nose and sneezing all the while.
Finally, there was the way that they just worked; the way their bodies molded together, the way they understood each other and their feelings; knowing exactly how to cheer each other up.
They respected and appreciated each other.
And Walt just knew she was the one.
~End~