Walter laid awake late into the night, listening to the sound of his son and future daughter-in-law making love down the hall from his bedroom. He loved Peter and Olivia and was glad that they were happy but did they have to be so loud? Agent Dunham's moans made him shiver as they grew in volume and passion. She was a screamer, simply put. he hated himself for actually liking her noises. It was a terrible reality though when Peter could be heard laughing or growling with her. Or just saying her name. Walter rolled on his side and buried his head under his pillow, trying to drown out the sounds. He tried singing to himself but it did nothing for him when Olivia shrieked like she did. His only relief was that his son lived at the end of the hall and not next to his bedroom. He would literally go mad. "BISHOP!!!" He heard her howl. He grew sick of the noises and swung out of bed. Slipping into his bunny slippers, he crept down the hall with his pillow and blanket in hand. He would sleep on the couch tonight for sanity's sake. He laughed at the thought. Sanity. Walter heard the floor boards creak beneath his feet and apparently so did the young couple, for she had grown quiet. "Sh shh! Did you hear that?" Olivia whispered as Walter shuffled past his son's bedroom. "What?" "I think Walter's awake..." Peter snorted. "So what." "I don't want him to hear us..." "Livia trust me with the way you scream he's guaranteed to know exactly what's going on..." he teased. Olivia giggled, a beautiful tinkling sound. Walter could see the scene in his head Olivia lying beneath his son, naked, beaming, her pert breasts quivering as she laughed. Or perhaps his son had her on her hands and knees. The soft flawless expansion of her back gleaming. A beautiful canvas that ached to be decorated with a tongue and bite marks. Walter frowned and headed down stairs to seek refuge on the couch. He settled in comfortably and closed his eyes. Things were quiet for five minutes... Before, "Oh— Shit! PEEEETTTTEEERR!"
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She was a screamer, simply put.
Date: 2012-03-06 04:39 am (UTC)Walter rolled on his side and buried his head under his pillow, trying to drown out the sounds. He tried singing to himself but it did nothing for him when Olivia shrieked like she did.
His only relief was that his son lived at the end of the hall and not next to his bedroom. He would literally go mad.
"BISHOP!!!" He heard her howl.
He grew sick of the noises and swung out of bed. Slipping into his bunny slippers, he crept down the hall with his pillow and blanket in hand. He would sleep on the couch tonight for sanity's sake. He laughed at the thought. Sanity.
Walter heard the floor boards creak beneath his feet and apparently so did the young couple, for she had grown quiet.
"Sh shh! Did you hear that?" Olivia whispered as Walter shuffled past his son's bedroom.
"What?"
"I think Walter's awake..."
Peter snorted. "So what."
"I don't want him to hear us..."
"Livia trust me with the way you scream he's guaranteed to know exactly what's going on..." he teased.
Olivia giggled, a beautiful tinkling sound. Walter could see the scene in his head Olivia lying beneath his son, naked, beaming, her pert breasts quivering as she laughed. Or perhaps his son had her on her hands and knees. The soft flawless expansion of her back gleaming. A beautiful canvas that ached to be decorated with a tongue and bite marks.
Walter frowned and headed down stairs to seek refuge on the couch. He settled in comfortably and closed his eyes. Things were quiet for five minutes... Before, "Oh— Shit! PEEEETTTTEEERR!"