Hey guys! It's been a hectic, BUT GOOD, week so far. I started a new job this week so I moved this weekend and all of that fun stuff. I still have a bunch of stuff to unpack still but I'll get to that this weekend :) Figured I'd give you guys a little update while I had the time. Here's the next one, which takes place later the same night. Enjoy, and let me know what you think :) Please and thanks!

Vic

I'm sitting on the couch watching TV and eating ice cream right out of the tub. Rocky road, my favorite. After Walt dropped me off earlier, I laid down and slept for four hours or so, but now I'm wide awake. I'm knee deep into an episode of The Golden Girls when I hear a very light tap on the door. It wasn't a knock exactly, it sounded like a single finger tapping very lightly at my front door.

I get up to open the door, ice cream in hand, and find Walt standing there with a tentative smile on his face.

"Hey."

"I wanted to check on you, make sure you were okay." He looks me up and down for a quick second.

I glance down at the clothes that I'm wearing and realize what he's staring at; I answered the door in my pajamas. I'm only wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, very short ones. I'm not even wearing a bra. I realize that I should be a little embarrassed, but for some reason I'm not.

"I'm okay. You could have just called, you know." I smirk at him.

"Well, I didn't want to risk waking you up if you were asleep."

"Ahh, hence why you skipped the knocking."

He nods.

"Well, I was sleeping for a few hours but now I'm wide awake."

"Do you want any company?"

Walt Longmire certainly is feeling bold tonight. I let him in simply because I'm curious what's on his mind. He takes his hat off and walks inside, stopping in the entryway to take a look around.

"You've never been in here before, have you?"

"Nope… never had a reason to be."

"I guess not," I say as I head back to the couch and sit down. "Come on in."

He starts to follow me and then stops. "Should I take off my boots?"

"I guess that depends on how long you're staying," I speak without looking back at him.

He stands there for a few moments before I hear him begin to take his boots off. I can't help but wonder if he's here to comfort me or if he's lonely himself. He comes around the couch and sits next to me as I go back to eating my ice cream.

"You're watching the Golden Girls?"

"Yeah. I thought maybe I needed some female companionship."

He laughs.

I offer him the tub of ice cream. "Want any?"

Shaking his head lightly, he replies, "All yours."

"I'm actually getting full." I take one more bite and get up and put it back in the freezer. On my way back to the couch I shiver after eating all that ice cream, so I grab the blanket hanging on the back of the couch and huddle under it as I settle down next to him.

I haven't actually admitted this to him, but I've been sleeping a lot better here at the house by myself. Sleeping alone was never really even the issue. I was alone a lot when I was still married, since Sean's work schedule had him traveling all the time. I got used to sleeping by myself, but once Sean left for good, what I had trouble getting used to was the emptiness. It wasn't even that I actually missed him, because obviously we had problems for a while and the end of our marriage was a long time coming, but it still sucks. Divorce is sad and I hate that it ended the way that it did, especially because I know that I was largely to blame. And as cliche as it sounds, knowing that he was never coming back here left this hole inside of me that I've been walking around with. Being with Walt makes it easier to avoid the hole, but it's also gotten easier to be alone here at the house the last few weeks. Of course I haven't told him this, so I still stay at the cabin once every few days. I really do just enjoy being in his company, even though this thing between us is starting to blur the lines a little.

We sit there on the couch next to each other and watch an entire episode without speaking. We both laugh occasionally, but we don't talk. Once the episode is over I turn and face him, still huddled under the blanket.

"Question."

"Okay."

"Are you here tonight because you thought I didn't want to be alone, or because you didn't want to be alone yourself?"

His eyebrows furrow and he looks instantly nervous. "I'm sorry, did you want to be alone?"

I shake my head. "I didn't say that. It's just a question, Walt."

He studies me for a moment before he answers. "Both, I guess."

"Just curious."

"Is that okay?"

"Is it okay that you didn't want to be alone?"

He nods.

I stare back at him and give him a smile as I shrug. "It's okay by me."

I turn my gaze back to the TV but he breaks the silence after a minute.

"Why didn't you come back to the cabin earlier tonight?"

I stare straight ahead. "I think you know why."

He doesn't respond, and I turn to face him once I can't take the silence anymore.

Looking back at me, his eyes are heartbreaking. I can tell he's so confused by me right now, and I wish that I could explain what's going on in my fucked up mind. I open my mouth to speak three or four different times but nothing comes out. He reaches over and places his palm on the side of my face. His hand is warm, and I can't help but lean into his touch. This is why I couldn't go to the cabin earlier.

I give in.

I drift towards him, closing the already short distance between us. I place a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth, and then hover there for a few moments listening to him breathe. When I place my hand on his chest, I can feel his heartbeat start to quicken, and I know that he's in the same place as me. When I crush my lips to his, his hands immediately grab onto my face, holding me to him. This kiss is definitely different than the first one we shared. This time his kisses are deliberate and methodical, his tongue moving slowly against mine. We make-out like a couple of teenagers for a few minutes before I pull away.

I keep my face close to his, and I can feel his quickened breath on my face. "That's why I couldn't go to the cabin earlier, I was afraid that would happen."

He nods, and I know he knew the reason before he asked. His face is still close to mine, and the smell of him is intoxicating. I pull him into another long, slow kiss. And once again, it's me that pulls away a minute later.

"Yep, it's still there," I say as I lean back against the couch.

"I don't think it's going anywhere."

I sigh again. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not sure if I'm expecting our connection to just fade out of the blue or what. I don't know what I want to happen between us and I'm not sure if I even want there to be an us, I just know that I like being around him. He makes me feel safe, and his kisses fill that hole up a little bit more each time.

"So, uhh… what now?"

"I don't know… it's confusing." I answer honestly.

He nods as he reaches a hand up and brushes a few strands of hair off of my face, tucking them behind my ear before pulls me forward into his chest.

I wrap my arms around his stomach and turn my attention back to the TV. In this episode, coincidentally, Blanche is trying to date again after recently being dumped.

I grab the remote, turn the channel and settle back against Walt's chest.