Vic lay there, helpless and gasping. God he was DESTROYING her one moment at a time and she didn't think he even realised it. That combination of tentative yet totally focused exploration of her body was utterly undoing her. She had expected, no goddammit, HOPED he would throw her on the desk and fuck her senseless.

But this, this almost …. reverent….attention to detail … was …..Oh God…..destroying her.

Now he was kissing her, cradling the back of her head with one hand as the other slid underneath the no doubt soaked material at her crotch and with a featherlight touch, gently explored her slick folds.

Destroying her!

At the beginning of this she had been the one in control and somehow the balance had shifted, and it was time to take back the reins again. Denying every aching need her body had to pull him closer and let him work, she broke the kiss, put a hand on his chest, pushing him back, and struggled to a half sitting position, pulling away from his other hand.

She sat there chest heaving, strands of hair in her face, reached out with one hand and snagged the front of the open shirt still draped across his chest and pulled him close, and kissed him as if her life depended on it. With her hand still wrapped in the shirt she stared up at him and hissed with as much venom as she could muster "Walt Longmire if you don't stop fucking about and fuck ME instead, I will shoot you, so help me God". With that she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor, and watched his face as his jaw clenched and work, the deep shadows in his eyes indecipherable.

For a moment they sat there frozen staring at each other in the darkened room, tension vibrating between them and Vic wondered if she had made a terrible mistake when Walt stepped away from the desk and walked across the side of the room. There was a sound of something heavy being shifted and moved, and then fabric rustling, and then one sharp thump and a second one.

She was partially blinded by the desklamp and was startled when Walt silently loomed out of the dark and scooped her up off the desk, walked 3 long strides and lay her down on the goddamned sofa bed, now conveniently flat with more than enough room for both of them, and Henry's Navajo blanket spread out underneath her. Vic giggled for a moment, picturing Henry's face when he found out what use Walt had finally put it to.

The bed creaked loudly as Walt carefully lowered himself down next to her, and the laughter dried up as she realised he was he was completely naked, and hadn't said a word to her since she offered to shoot him. Now there was only a tiny scrap of fabric between her and him, and she didn't hold out a lot of hope that it might survive the evening intact if she didn't do something, so wordlessly she lay back, took one of his hands and hooked it in the elastic of her panties and raised her hips in invitation. They were well out of range of the desklamp now, so she couldn't see his face at all now, but his breathing hitched noticeably as he slowly peeled the lingerie down her legs to be discarded in the dark.

He ran his hand up the back of her leg as he moved back up the bed, moulding her body against his, til she was cradled on her side, face to face, one of her legs draped half over his thigh, and the erection that had finally been released from its denim prison firmly wedged in the curve of her pelvis. He held her for a long moment, and she could feel him shaking in odd tremors. Feeling her way in the dark, she traced a hand up his chest finding her way to his jaw , cupping in there and quietly asked "Walt?"

She dropped a line of kisses up his throat, wriggling up so she could reach his face and pressed butterfly kisses across his lips, whispering "Its OK, I'm here, and I want this too, but please Walt, don't make me wait any longer" and she writhed her body down his til she encounted the obstruction she was looking for and with an athletic twist of her hips she slid the slick wetness between her legs across the top of his iron hard erection and they both groaned.

WALT

Admittedly, he had limited experience with a variety of woman, but certainly none of them had ever offered to shoot him if he didn't fuck her right there on his office desk. He knew she wasn't armed, but she also knew which draw he kept his service weapon is, and given the circumstances, he wasn't really interested in being shot. Still it helped shake him from the haze of lust and physical desire and do something sensible, like put the sofabed to its probably not intended use. He could never tell Henry what he had used the Navajo blanket for though.

He was grateful for the dark when he finally lay down naked next to her, it was all he could do not to tear those panties off her and do as she had so eloquently demanded, and the dichotomy between what his body wanted and what his brain allowed had him shaking with the level of control he was maintaining.

So much so, he hadn't even realised he hadn't spoken a word to her, since he had carried her across the room to the bed, and shaped her body against his and was just holding her, until she slid down and made that final unavoidable connection between them.

He rolled over, moving her hips to a better angle and slid himself just a bit more into her welcoming silken heat, holding himself up on his elbows as he gave her a moment to make herself comfortable, startled at the strength of the thighs that wrapped round his waist, and the heels that pressed urgently into his ass, forcing him deeper. She arched underneath him, eyes closed as she moaned low and long, until he was all the way in, his head dropping down to kiss her and their tongues duelled. Walt experimentally twitched his hips and she gasped "Give me a minute to adjust" and he hovered before lowering his head to hers and murmuring quietly above her ear "we may only get a minute, for which I apologise, but circumstances being as they are" and Vic breathed a laugh and asked archly "Sheriff Longmire, do I need to have a safe word?".

VIC

She couldn't believe it when he actually thought about it for a second or two, and she felt him shake his head and say quietly "Not this time, no" and the implications that he knew what a safeword was, and when and how to use one sent a ripple of heat to her core, and the muscles there instinctively responded, and he jerked forward, surprised and they both whispered "Sorry!"

She relaxed her hips as much as she could and offering an experimental rock and roll of her own that had them both trembling, this time deliberately tightening the ring of muscles surrounding his cock buried hilt deep inside her, eliciting a throaty groan above her and he responded with his own slow thrust , and another one and then they both got the rhythym, until Vic sank her fingers into his the deep muscles in his back, breathlessly demanding "Harder", urging him faster and deeper, and again, even more urgently "Faster!"

She pulled his head down for a desperate kiss and sank her teeth into the tender skin above the collarbone for a moment, her voice high and breathy "You won't hurt me Walt, stop being a gentleman and fuck me properly" and raked her fingers down his ribs, laughing a tiny gasp as with a heartfelt groan from deep in his chest, he shifted the angle of her hips underneath him, pressing up with one arm, and holding her hips still, he did as she asked, and let all control go and pounded himself into her so hard the bed containing both of them shifted across the floor to bang up against the wall and doorframe but neither noticed.

He was lost in the sensation, so long imagined but the exquisite reality far better than any possible imagination, but still aware of her responses underneath him. He noticed when her body tightened slickly around him, when the constant murmuring stream of words and exclamations turned to ragged breathing, and then when she caught her breath again, and then again, he was ready when she held her breath one last long time, and then as her body convulsed around and under him, she cried out wordlessly long and low.

He was too close to the edge himself and two more quick thrusts took him over and down, the pleasure saturated his body, pouring its release into hers, his hoarse cry sounding as if it was torn from deep inside him. He lowered himself down to his elbows, as they both shook with the aftershocks , and with one hand he stroked the hair back from the side of her face, pressing tender kisses from her temple, down her cheekbone and along her jaw. When she relaxed against him, he carefully slid one arm underneath her, and rolled them both til they were on their sides, facing each other and still stickily joined.

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before resting his head back, and closed his eyes and FINALLY collapsed heavily into the bed.

VIC

She lay there, still shaking to the occasional internal orgasmic tremor and tried to get her breath back. She lay cradled against Walts chest, hearing his heartbeat hammering under her ear, hers beating just as hard and just tried to get her breath back. The only word she had in her brain was Wow, just Wow and she laughed the tiniest bit as she remembered something he had once said to her "Ancient Chinese Curse, be careful what you wish for, as you might just get it"

Well she had gotten what she wished for and how, by god! She shifted her slightly aching hips and their bodies slid apart. Vic scooted up the bed, dropped a kiss on the faintly smiling Walts lips and slipped out of the bed, and felt her way in the dark to the doorway. Which was blocked by the bed. Hoping no one was in the landing, she scooped up a shirt she found on the floor, which from the fact it covered her nearly to her knees, must be Walt's and slipped out the other door in search of the nearest bathroom.

She was fairly certain he was asleep when she padded barefoot into the office a few minutes later, and sat carefully on the edge of the sofa, not wanting to wake him, when a strong arm reached out of the darkness and and pulled her down to spoon into him. Vic sighed and for a minute or two just enjoyed the sensation, not just the fabulous post coital glow that would probably last several days, but the long wanted small pleasure of simply being held by him.

Eventually she stirred and said quietly "Walt, I can't stay here" and his arms tightened around her for and he held her like she was something precious he couldn't part with. Hesitantly he said into her hair "Vic …I….".

She pushed back and rolled over and kissed him before he spoke further "Don't spoil it with clichés" and he shook his head "I was going to apologise…. for … well…. " and she stopped him again with a kiss, this time a deep wet intense tangling of tongues and said with emphasis " You Have Nothing To Apologise For. " and kissed him again before following up with "Except for not warning a girl that you were carrying such a high calibre weapon around concealed. Mister do you have a permit for that thing?"

Walt rumbled a laugh "Well ma'am, permits are not required in the fair state of Wyoming for a concealed carry" and he paused for a moment before commenting idly with a really overdone country twang, and she could hear the smile in his voice "Given the fact I'm the Sheriff in this here town, its probably safer concealed, for everyones sake".

She laughed and kissed him again, before reluctantly pulling away and sitting up, trailing one hand down his arm, til their joined fingers were the only contact and said sadly "I can't stay here Walt, I'm Deputy on call tonight remember?" and before he got a chance to reply, the phone in the main office rang, and they both sighed as Vic stood to gather her clothing in the dark, and Walt moved the bed away from the door, and sat down having wrapped himself in the blanket.

Vic dumped her clothes on the seat beside him, before sinking into his lap for one more scorching kiss, leaving his shirt behind as she gathered her clothes and stepped out of the darkness into the light, and to reality.

*Fans self!* Well there it is, in all its glory. I had to walk a fine line on this between being hardcore enough to account for the subject matter but still keeping it true to the characters and the way we would expect them to respond. Appreciate any and all feedback if this worked for you or not, and why.

Songs that inspired me during the writing of this

Show Me Heaven - Maria McKee

Heaven and Hell - Digital Daggers

Come Undone - Duran Duran