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Tonights episode….holy crap! That bar…him glancing down at her ring….I swear…right in the feels….So here is a story..from the bar scene

Walt sat, listening to Vic as she told him how bad girls were only different because they didn't need permission, about how they wanted the same things. He knows what he wants. He knows what he wants more than anything in the world right now. Her.

Vic took another sip of the beer, rambling on so she wouldn't have to face the truth. She had always been proud of being labeled as a 'bad' girl. However, she was anything but right now. She would love to not feel the need to ask for permission to lean into him. To kiss him.

"But I can't," she thought as she took another swig of the beer. She knew she had to stay back from him. That he probably didn't want it and she couldn't. No matter how much she wanted to. Or that he was leaning towards her. "Wait!" Her mind screamed in realization. He was leaning toward her. "What is it Walt?"

Her voice calling his name cut through his mind like a knife. He knew he had to think quickly. He knew he couldn't tell her the true reason for his apparent invasion of her space. He looked up at her, his characteristic smile appearing. "That's my beer."

He was sure he would melt off the seat when she smiled back at him. "Get another, cause this one's mine cowboy."

They walked back to their rooms, bumping into each other occasionally, causing Vic to giggle, which would then cause Walt to blush. Once to their doors, he stops at the first one. "This one's mine."

She laughs lightly as she slides the key into the second door. "And this one's mine."

He watched her, standing watching him as he tried to open his door. After seeing him struggling with it a few times, she stepped up and took the key from him. "Here, like this." She then flipped it over and slid it in, which opened the door immediately. When she turned around to give him his key back, her hair flipped, brushing against his face. He had to take a deep breath to steady himself, his arm shooting out to grab hold of the wall. "Shit, Walt. You okay?"

He nodded, not able to say anything, and brushed past her, going in his room and shutting the door.

It completely shocked her, but she tried to brush it off. She knew better anyways. Knew that he wouldn't want her. Wouldn't invite her in. And really what would she have said even if he had?

She sat on her bed, looking at her wedding ring next to her pistol. "It's all wrong." She muttered to herself. She knew who she wanted. And she knew who she couldn't be with.

He looked back towards her room. He swore that whoever thought that the idea for doors to make rooms adjoin would be a good one is the devil. He knew that he should turn off the light and go to bed. But he also knew he wanted to go to the door. Just to see. "No." He scolded himself. "She is married."

His heart lept up in his chest when he heard it. The knock. It's faint. So faint at first he thought he had imagined it. Standing, he walked over to the door, slicking his hair back before opening it. "Vic?"

She smiled from her room, a timid smile. One of unsure feelings and possible regrets. Or so he thinks. "Hey. So…I…" She cleared her throat, trying again. "I have a mini fridge in my room. Has some beers in it. Would you…well, I figured I should pay you back for yours at the bar. Do ya wanna come grab some?"

He held to the door knob. Something, anything to keep him on balance. He knew what he should do. What he needed to do. Just say no. Say NO Walt. "Yea sure."

When she smiled he wanted to kick himself.

I swear it was gonna be a one shot….but something happened….IDK

I promise it will only be two chapters. I promise I will be back to Follow You Anywhere right after this. I love you guys. Reviews are great.