Things You Wanna do but Can't

Walt spoke in a raged breath against her cheek, "We're at Cady's, remember?"

Vic dropped her head to his chest, "Mmmm, yeah. Sorry."

He stroked her back with both hands, before threading the fingers of one hand into her hair, and kissing the top of her, "It's okay. We just have to keep this PG."

Vic snickered at him, "PG? Honestly Walt, did you just say PG?"

Walt tighten his hold on her slightly, "You knew what I meant didn't you?"

Vic nodded her head into the fabric on his shirt, "Un huh." She placed a kiss against his exposed skin.

"Besides there are things we need to discuss before we let things go any further."

Although he had made a statement and not asked a question Vic nodded so he would know she was listening and agreed with him. She lifted her head and started to push herself up from Walt's chest.

"Where you going?"

"We're at Cady's. I thought you wanted us to stop …"

He held her waist with one hand and cradled her cheek with the other as he drew her back to him, "No. Not stop," he brought his head up to reach her lips and kissed her again as she eased herself back down, "Just slow down a bit and," his mouth melded to hers again and muted his words.

Vic was drawn to him and felt has though her emotions were being totally consumed by him, whatever he wanted she would do, or in this case more than likely - not do; whatever his reasons she was more than willing to move at Walt's pace. She lost herself in his kiss once more as his hands roamed her back and one of hers found the hair at the nape of his neck while the other pressed into patch of hair on his chest she had exposed when she unsnapped his shirt. The heat from his skin caused her fingertips to tingle and she thought of sparks and electricity as their kissing intensified again. Kissing Walt was like experiencing rapid tiny electrical sparks that left her whole body humming and tingling; strangely satisfied at the same time it left her wanting more. How could anyone do that? At the moment who really cared? Her mind tossed questions and snarky retorts back and forth almost to the point of distraction until she realized it was a way to keep things from going too far. Vic pulled her mouth from his and rested her forehead on his chest while they each worked to regain normal breathing patterns.

"And?"

"Huh?"

Walt's confused tone made her smile as she lifted her head and said, "We should slow down and, what?"

"Oh, uhm …" She watched his eyes drift from hers and his jaw tense a couple of times and then when his lips pursed and twitched she began to giggle causing him to look back at her. His tone was not defensive, more plaintive, and his face showed he was still trying to think, "There was something else, uh," He sighed and let his eyes fall from hers again and noticed his shirt was partly open, "Oh. We need to slow things down and refrain from undressing each other anymore. Not just because we're at Cady's but we really should talk about things first."

"You wanna talk now?"

"Nope. I think we both need to get some sleep. It's late and we both have work tomorrow."

"What time is it?"

He glanced at his watch, "Little past midnight."

Vic sighed and started to rise, "I better get going. That is if you are going to stay in case Cady needs anything."

Before he could stop her Vic was on her feet and moving away from the couch.

Walt pushed himself to his feet and reached out to pull Vic into his arms. "I thought we could both stay." A sudden jolt of nerves tripped him up, "Uhm, I mean, well, that is, if you want to?" His words were failing him but his arms were sure and confident as he drew Vic close against his chest.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and asked, "You want me to stay?"

He nodded and gave her a brief tender kiss, "Yes, with me."

Vic kissed him in return, "You know your powers of persuasion are hard to resist?"

"Good."

The self-satisfaction in his tone caused her to smile up at him, "Gawd you're so easy to please," before she pushed him back to the couch.

She had caught him off guard and Walt dropped awkwardly onto the middle cushion. Before he could react, Vic had straddled one foot to start pulling off his boot. She stopped herself from dropping the boot on the floor, suddenly remembering, Cady was asleep in the next room.

After slipped the other boot off she turned to him and said, "I need to use the bathroom and find another blanket, I'll be right back."

"Why another blanket? I thought we could share this one."

"It's not gonna bother you if Cady finds us sleeping together on her couch?"

"Nope, not as long as we have all our clothes on." He gave her an earnest look.

It almost scared her how calm he was about the potential situation. She wondered if he had really considered all that could go wrong if Cady didn't take the news well and the fact that having it right in her face was likely not the best way for her to find out, especially after her recent breakup.

Vic opted to try and set the thoughts aside and lighten her mood, "Does this mean I have to put your boots back on you?"

He looked up at her and said solemnly as though there were official rules to follow, "No. Boots don't count."

Vic laughed at him, before clamping her hand over her mouth, "Ooops sorry," she whispered. "You don't think Cady will be uncomfortable finding us together?"

"No."

"Really?"

Walt's tone was curious but not worried as he asked in return, "You think she will?"

"I don't know, maybe."

Walt pushed himself up from the couch and stepped into Vic's personal space but did not touch her. He held her eyes and answered honestly, "I figure she'll be relieved."

"Relieved?"

"Yep. It'll give her something to focus on besides her embarrassment at being wasted tonight."

Vic thought about it and it did make sense, but she wasn't so sure she could trust that explanation, "What if she's not? What if she …?"

Walt Reached out and gently pulled Vic into his embrace and spoke passed her hair and he hugged her, "My guess is she's been hoping I'd find someone. She and Henry have not been the most subtle lately in encouraging me to 'move on'."

"Yeah but, me?" Vic sounded defeated and skeptical as she sighed softly near his ear.

"What's wrong with you?" He tried to lean back to look at her but Vic held tight to his back and pressed her face to his shoulder.

"Cady might see several things wrong with my dating her dad."

Walt moved his hands to Vic's shoulders and eased her back from his should, then leaned down and claimed her mouth in a warm sweet kiss. As he wrapped an arm around her lower back and fanned the fingers of his other hand into her hair, he deepened the kiss. He did his best to make the kiss convey his reassurances to her.

When they broke the kiss, Walt nuzzled his face into her neck and whispered, just below her ear, "Cady's a smart girl. And when she sees how happy I am with you, Vic, I honestly don't think she'll care about the other 'things'."

The Next Morning

Vic heard the bathroom door click shut and a few moments later toilet was flushed and the water running in the bathroom sink. She tried to extract herself from between Walt and the back cushions of the sofa but he tightened his embrace slightly and kissed the top of her head.

"Good morning."

"Morning." Vic wiggled a bit, "Walt let me up, Cady's up. I can hear her in the bathroom.

"So?"

"So, she doesn't have to see us together on her couch," Vic tried again, but he would not let her loose, "if'll you'll just let me up."

Walt stroked her back and pressed a series of soft kisses near her temple, "Relax and let me hold you a while longer."

"But, …"

"She already saw us and I am not ready to let you go yet. Don't know how long it'll be before I'll get you in my arms again."

Vic arched her shoulders enough to make eye contact, "She already saw us?"

He smiled at her, "Yep, she went into the kitchen when she first got up. I think she started a pot of coffee."

"And what did she say?"

"Nothing. You were sleeping."

She started to move again, "So, you don't know if she's mad or…"

Walt smiled at her and massaged his fingers against her head as he lowered them to her neck and tried to pull her face to his. When she resisted he explained, "No, she's not mad. She looked at you lying in my arms and gave me a brilliant smile before she tip toed through to the kitchen."

"Really?"

Cady's voice sounded softly behind her, "Really. And I have no reason to be mad at either of you, unless one of you does anything to make my hangover worse."

Vic swung her head to Cady, when the redhead graced her with a brilliant smile; she blushed and smiled sheepishly in return. With a quick glance at Walt, who was also giving her a big smile, she gave up and buried her face in his chest. The soft hair on his chest tickled her nose as he began to chuckle at her before kissing the top of her head.

She was pretty sure she heard him murmur, "Told ya." As Cady retreated to the kitchen.