Jmd0820
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Rated M: Some sexual situations
Walt Longmire's eyes fluttered open. He glanced around the bedroom. It was still dark out. Even in retirement, he was an early riser. He moved to stretch and his hand made light contact with the back of Victoria Moretti. Propping himself up, he leaned over and gazed down at her. He could just make her out in the dark room. She was curled on her side facing away from him. Her steady, deep breathing told him she was still sleeping soundly. He lay in the dark for a while listening to her breathe. He loved the sound. After being alone for so long, her physical presence in his personal life sometimes overwhelmed him. He still didn't understand what she saw in a washed up old sheriff like himself. He knew she would roll her eyes at his thought. That brought a smile to his face. He could see it in his mind. He finally tossed back to covers and got up. It was late winter now and the morning temps were frigid. The wood floor was cold under his bare feet.
Pulling on jeans and a button down shirt, he fished through his top drawer for a pair of wool socks. Pulling them on, he made his way to the living room to stoke the fire. After several minutes and some fresh wood, he had a roaring fire. It would warm up the space before Vic got up. If there was one thing she still hated about Wyoming, it was this time of year and the bone rattling cold and snow that seemed to stretch on and on. He ambled into the kitchen and started coffee. He opened the refrigerator and looked inside. Walt made a mental note that they needed groceries. He glanced out the window and noticed the fresh snow that had fallen overnight. Finishing up the coffee, he took a long sip from his own cup before pouring Vic a cup and adding the ridiculous amount of sugar and cream she preferred.
By the time he returned to the bedroom carrying the two cups of coffee, Vic was stirring. He set his cup on the bedside table and sat down next to her. The movement caused her to open her eyes and look up at him sleepily. He held up the coffee.
"Morning."
Vic pushed herself up to a sitting position and took the mug. Holding it under her nose, she inhaled deeply and smiled tiredly.
"You certainly know how to say good morning."
She took a sip and leaned back against the headboard. Walt reached out and brushed some errant hair out of her face. Her disheveled look was his favorite. She was off today and it wasn't often she slept late in the mornings. She was normally rushing to get out the door.
"There's not much in the fridge. Want to go to the Busy Bee or me to run and pick up something."
"It's too cold to go anywhere. It snowed didn't it?"
"Yep."
Vic closed her eyes and sighed. Walt leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"I'll pick up something in town. Be back in a bit."
He took his coffee and left her still in the warmth of the bed. Pulling on his boots, coat and hat, he drained his coffee and headed out in the Bronco. He made a quick grocery run and a stop at the Busy Bee to pick up something hot for breakfast. By the time he returned to the cabin, Vic had gotten up and dressed in jeans, a thermal top with a t-shirt over it, and thick socks. She sat on the couch in front of the fire. Her hair still hung loosely around her face. Her eyes lit up when she saw he had picked up breakfast. She pulled the hot breakfast sandwiches from the bag and laid them on the table while he put up the groceries. By the time he sat down, she had set the sandwiches on plates and refilled their coffee as well as setting out juice and glasses. They ate in relative silence. Walt could tell she was worn out. The department had been busy lately and this was her first day off in three weeks.
"You feeling alright?"
His voice broke the silence. She swallowed down the last of her sandwich and drained her juice glass of orange juice.
"Yeah. Why?"
"You look tired."
"I am tired. There's been a lot going on."
He nodded.
"Anything you want to talk about?"
Vic shook her head.
"Just work stuff."
Walt watched as she got up signalling and end to their conversation. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was holding something back.