WALT

He watched her. By now they had worked together for so long as partners, they had both developed that hyperawareness of the others presence, necessary when your life may depend on someone else.

At first he watched out of amusement, his new mouthy blond FEMALE deputy with an enthusiasm for filthy language, and an inclination to take no shit from anyone had caused a reasonable stir in Absaroka County. Slowly word got around and she gained a reputation and a grudging respect for her abilities.

He liked to watch her work, it was refreshing. Right now she was leaning on the edge of her desk, mostly visible through the doorways, getting the handover update from The Ferg as he headed home and she took over the night shift.

His eyes followed the long sleek outline of her legs, hugging the curve of that oh so appealing ass of hers, when he realised she had turned around, arms crossed , looking at him with a thoughtful look on her face.

He sighed and turned his attention back towards the discarded documents spread half across his desk and his lap, completely forgotten in his musing, and tried to concentrate.

VIC

It was late and he was still in the office, reading by the light of the desk lamp. She understood about the not wanting to go home to an empty house, the comfort to be found in familiar work surroundings that didn't contain memories that cannot be escaped.

For a Friday it had been quiet so far, an early snow promised by the forecasters might have helped with that.

Vic sat at her desk and fiddled with a pen, pondering her options. She knew what she felt was real, and she was pretty sure he felt something similar, but for what ever reason he would not act on it. So deductive reasoning therefore held that as the second party in this dance, SHE would have to make the first move.

She was OK with that.

She sauntered into his office a bit later commenting "Quiet night for a change" and wandered over to the shortcut door, and dragged a chair in front of it, wandered back to the usual door and locked it. She turned the main light off to the office and the only illumination was the desk lamp and the glow from the streetlights outside.

He looked up and frowned at her when she turned the light off, and she sashayed slowly over around his side of the desk and leaned back against it, and stared at him, pursing her lips speculatively. Only then did he notice she was barefoot which was ridiculous.

Slowly she began unbuttoning her shirt, untucking it so that it was fully open, and spread it open wide so he got a good look at the leopard print and black lace bra she was wearing underneath it.

Vic said quietly "I figured instead of undressing me with your eyes, you might enjoy the opportunity for real this time".

He had no expression worth noting but the papers in his hands were now crumpled and torn apart, and both of his hands were trembling and she leaned forward and placed one finger on his lips for a moment "I can see this might be a bit of a surprise for you, so let me help and do the undressing bit for you" and she slowly peeled off the shirt and dropped it on the floor beside her

His jaw clenched and worked and the papers were completely mangled now and she leaned forward, placing a hand on each arm of the chair until their faces were close enough to kiss and she whispered "If you tell me to stop, I will put my shirt on and go back to work and we will never speak of this again." And she bought one hand up to press against his lips for a moment more "Before you commit yourself, you need to know that this is the one and only chance you are ever going to get. Its time to get your game face on Big Guy"

She hovered, her lips oh so nearly touching his and whispered, eyes bright "One word Walt, that's all it takes and " he kissed her. Given the angle and everything it wasn't much of a kiss, but what it meant….. well it meant EVERYTHING.

Vic smiled as she put one knee up on the chair (was all she could fit) and sank down into his lap, closing the deal on that kiss, slanting her head to get the best angle and moaning deep in her throat as their tongues finally made contact, his hand sliding down her back to her ass and pulling her closer to him.

WALT

He was sure he was lucid dreaming, this was a scene he had played out in his mind or dreams in so many different ways, he wasn't entirely sure it was real until she moaned, tangling her tongue with his. His hand cupped her ass, pulling her forward, but there wasn't room for both of them in the chair, so he sat forward a bit, bracing her with both hands and lifted them both up with one smooth move of those strong thighs. It wasn't far, just enough to get her seated on his desk.

She paused and took a breath, wide eyed at the abrupt change of scenery and then laughed, a low sexy laugh, scooted forward and wrapped her legs around him, and pulled his head down for another deep exploratory kiss. This angle was much better for the both of them, Walt brushing aside the assorted bits and pieces decorating his desk, that were now very much in the way.

He kissed his way down her neck and collarbone and was heading for that inviting valley between her satin clad breasts when her hands got busy down the front of his shirt, unsnapping the pearl snaps in one determined yank and she started working towards pulling it back off his shoulders, when Walt pulled back and gently grabbed both wrists and murmured "You still have half of your clothes on ….."

Her eyes wide and she choked out a laugh "Oh it's like that is it?" and he nodded and deliberately resumed his seat in his chair, even pushing it back a bit, to give her some room and opened a hand in bold invitation. It was hard to tell his expression because of the limited light that she was mostly blocking so she slid off the desk onto the floor, and over to the side a bit, so she was in the pool of light and started humming little, swaying her hips from side to side, throwing in a shimmy or two and moving around in a circle, unbuttoning her jeans so that her fly was wide open by the time she turned around, clearly showing skimpy under the same pattern as her bra.

Walt's control was shredding well and truly by this point, and it was only his deathgrip on the arms of the chairs that kept him in his seat, though they were creaking alarmingly at this point. Vic smiled and shimmied the jeans down her hips a few inches, turning around and leaning forward on the desk, ass pointed in his direction and threw a sultry glance over her shoulder as she inched the jeans down oh so slowly, hips still rocking to the beat she was humming.

Murmuring "Jesus H Christ" he launched himself out of the chair, yanked the jeans halfway down her legs, and used one hand to pull her hips towards him as he ground the aching hardness in the front of his jeans into the cleft between her ass cheeks, and the other hand coming up to briefly cup first one full breast and then the other.

Hands at her hips, he turned her around and lifted her til she was sitting on the edge of the desk and ripped the jeans away til she sat there, swaying, dressed only in that lingerie which maddeningly concealed as much as it revealed. He slid her hips back toward his as he ground himself into her and finally, finally let go of that iron control, and as he kissed her, he groaned, hard and hungry for her.


OK peeps, Im still polishing the rest of this so might be a day or two. Note when I do update it will have an M rating, so you will have to make sure your filter on the reading page is set to ALL so you will see it, otherwise it will disappear.

Its getting hot in here!