Note: Please accept my apology for the fragments and run-ons. Consider it stream-of-consciousness.

Also, ten points and a pat on the back to anyone who can name the inspiration for the title.

And PS, this is done. This is the "riding off into the sunset" chapter. Just normal, happy life after this.

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All I Want Is You

Chapter 7

I don't know who moved first. Maybe we both did, but suddenly, I was kissing Walt and he was kissing me. I didn't think about it or plan it. It was just that, even though we were face to face, I wanted to be closer to him, like I needed to breathe the air in his lungs. Our lips melded and our tongues danced like we were used to it, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And it was. This man had had my heart for so long, kissing him was instinct.

It seemed to be the same for him. There was no uncertainty, no awkwardness. The hands that rested on my hips drew me closer to him as my fingers wound themselves into his hair. For the first time in a very long time, I wasn't worrying about anything, I was just kissing Walt, and my soul felt light. I felt like I was home, maybe for the first time in my life.

"Come inside with me," he breathed, as he stood and pulled me up with him. When he stretched to his full height and our lips parted, I grabbed his hand and walked to the door, pulling him after me.

Once inside, I didn't stop or turn back to him. I was afraid if I stopped we'd never make it to the bed, and I didn't want to do this halfway. As he paused to close the door, I let go of his hand and continued to the bedroom. By the time he joined me I had my shoes off and shirt unbuttoned. He arrived in time to push it off my shoulders while our lips met again.

We didn't hurry or rush anything. We weren't frantic or desperate. We took our time, like we knew we had the rest of our lives for this, because that's how we felt. We weren't stealing a moment, we were starting a journey. I'm so used to being in control that it has always been hard for me to be in the moment. Maybe that was the difference. I wasn't focused on the act, I was focusing on the experience of completely sharing myself with the person I loved. It didn't matter what we did, as long as we were together.

At some point, I had a moment of detachment, almost an out-of-body experience. I was suddenly aware that Walt Longmire was making love to me. I'd fantasized about this, ached for it, dreamed about it. At times, long before there was a possibility of us being together, I was so sure of my feelings for him, so sure we'd be together, that when I thought about him I felt like I was seeing the future. There were times when I was so sure of our connection, that I just knew we'd be here someday. Of course, there had been doubts too, many of them, but now my consciousness interrupted for just a moment to say, "this is it, this is what you knew was coming. It's here, it's happened, no more waiting." And in that moment, I gasped – a great, quaking gasp. Like a woman coming to the surface while drowning. Like my soul was free to breathe, and I hadn't even realized it had been holding its breath. When I gasped, new air filled my lungs, and a new spirit filled my soul. My body gasped too, pulling Walt deeper, greedily taking all he was offering, never intending to let go.

The release was intoxicating. My world changed. This was a new world – a world with Walt in it. A world where I knew I was loved and actually had what I wanted. A part of me was frightened, ever so briefly, that this was fleeting, but then I looked at Walt's face and what I saw there was real. The love he told me about was real. It was right here, and I knew it wouldn't fade.

We didn't talk, afterward. For the longest time, we just held each other. We lay still and quiet and let our hands roam over each other, like we were still convincing ourselves this wasn't a dream.

Just when he was about to drift off to sleep, there was one thing I needed him to hear.

"You're wrong, Walt. About what you think I want, and what you think you can't give. Being with you is the stability I want. This is a normal house. We have a normal life. Of course I may want kids someday, and I believe you want that, too. Yes, I want to grow old with someone, and that someone is you. I meant what I said. This life is what I want, just like this, just more of it. More of you. All I want, Walt, all I want is you."