He isn't quite sure when they became they.
The subtle brush of their fingers when passing files, his hand at the small of her back walking through doorways, the locking of eyes when he entered a room.
He drove home in a daze after a particularly rough case. At least the child had been recovered and reunited with his mother.
"Walt," Vic softly said, snapping him from his thoughts. He had forgotten she was in the vehicle with him. They were parked in front of his cabin.
He looked at her in the fading sunlight and inwardly cursed. He knew he should turn the ignition and take her to her place. But he didn't have the energy nor the will to do so.
She seemed to read his thoughts and quietly stepped out of the vehicle without a backward glance.
Walt led the way in the dark, not bothering to switch on any lights. Vic sat on the edge of his bed pulling off her boots while he went about his nightly ritual. She was half-asleep by the time he crawled in.
He woke around midnight to a warm body curled around him, blond hair at his nose. His own body stirred and he inwardly groaned. He tried to shift and gently push her away.
Vic sleepily lifted her head and looked at him with hooded eyes before meshing her lips to his.
They made quick work of their T-shirts and underwear before he rolled her onto her back.
As he hovered over her, Walt gazed into her eyes, asking permission. Vic smiled at him and soothingly ran a hand over his jaw. He kissed her palm as he slid into her.
She raked one hand through his hair and grazed the other down his back, wrapping her legs around his waist and arching into him. He buried his face in her neck as he thrust in and out of her.
It had been over two years since he'd been with a woman and Walt knew he wouldn't last long. Vic knew it too.
He moaned as he came. She rode his climax hard, bucking her hips against his, and she breathily sighed as she found her own release.
He eventually tried to move off her but she rather liked his weight and wouldn't let him. They drifted to sleep that way.
With sunlight pouring in, Walt opened one eye to find himself alone in bed. He pulled on his jeans and found Vic in the kitchen making eggs and wearing his T-shirt. She grinned at him when she handed him a mug of fresh coffee.
They settled at the table to eat.
"So we gonna to talk about this?" Walt finally said as he leaned back in his chair. Vic shrugged.
"Do we need to?" she asked, eyeing him.
The phone rang. Ruby needed Walt at the station.
They dressed without a word and rode into town in comfortable silence, his hand on her thigh.