Here's another one for ya already! I'm not sure this would ever happen on the show, but a girl can dream, right? :) Thanks to all the continuous readers and especially those who drop by and comment! I appreciate it so much!

Vic

It's early morning when I begin to wake up, which I only know because the room is just starting to become light. It takes me a moment before I remember where I am. I came over to the cabin late last night, for no other reason than that I just wanted to see him.

I'm a little perplexed when I open my eyes because I see an arm draped over me, and not to mention the warm breath I feel on my neck. I'm fairly certain that this was not the position that we fell asleep in. I wonder how long we've been like this; Walt is snoring softly in my ear and I'm surprised it hasn't woken me up sooner.

"Walt," I whisper as I tap the arm that's draped over my side. "Walt."

"Mmmm?" He nuzzles his nose into my neck and hugs me closer, his hand now on my stomach.

I laugh a little under my breath because I know that he isn't doing any of this consciously. "Walt… this is quite the position we're in."

He rolls back slightly and takes a deep breath. "What?"

I don't say anything and wait for him to open his eyes and notice how we're lying. It only takes him a few more moments.

"I'm sorry," he says as he takes his hand off of me. "I must have done that in my sleep."

"It's okay. I figured."

I roll over so I can face him, and I'm startled to see that he's wearing only boxers. I'm even more shocked that that he's wearing boxer briefs, not plaid boxers, which for some reason is what I pictured he wore.

"Where the hell are your clothes?"

He looks down and I feel bad for blurting it out like that, because now he looks embarrassed.

"I, uhh… sorry… I got hot in the middle of the night."

I laugh. "I see that."

"Sorry," he mutters again as he starts to sit up, I'm assuming to grab his pants.

I grab his arm and pull him back down. "It's fine, Walt. I've seen a man in his underwear before."

He leans back down on his pillow but he still looks uncomfortable. I grab the sheet and pull it up over his lower half.

"There." I smile at him and he laughs lightly.

"What are we doing, Vic?"

"Spooning in our sleep apparently."

He eyes me.

"Not helpful, right." I shift my body slightly and fold an arm up underneath my pillow. "We're not doing anything, we're just being us."

He sighs, and I know he's not satisfied with my answer. Never in a million years did I think that Walt would be the first one to question the status of a relationship.

"I don't know… I just got divorced Walt, and I know it sounds like such an asshole thing to say, but I don't know if I want to put a label on this… whatever this is."

He nods like he understands what I'm saying, but when he speaks it's clear that he doesn't. "I know I'm a lot older than you…"

I lift my head up from my pillow. "That's why you think I'm holding back?"

He shrugs.

I prop myself up briefly on my elbow before moving closer and hovering over top of him with my hands resting on the bed, one on each side of him. Slowly bending down, I mold my lips to his. It's slow, wet and full of morning breath, but I don't care. I want him to know that I'm attracted to him, that this isn't just me being lonely or playing some game.

He responds quickly and kisses me back with equal intensity. Moving his hands up to my sides, he pulls me down onto his chest. I start to pull away a minute later as his hands move to my back and start to roam south. We're not quite ready for that yet.

He stares up at me in a loaded silence.

"Do you feel that? My attraction to you doesn't give a shit about your age."

He nods. "It's just hard to believe sometimes."

"Well, ingrain it in that big head of yours." I lay back down beside him but fold my arms underneath my chin and rest them on his chest.

He reaches forward and brushes a strand of hair off of my face. "I've tried not to feel the way that I do."

"And how is it that you feel?"

He pauses and chooses his next words carefully. "I almost always prefer to be alone rather than in someone else's company… except when I'm with you."

I find myself smiling, and it takes everything in me not to reach forward and kiss him again. I want to hear more. "And?" I beam over at him, taking advantage of his chattiness this morning.

"And… I know that you always have my back, inside and outside of work, but I'm finding that I'm very protective of you. It's a little distracting."

I think back to the incident last week when he punched that guy who made a pass at me. Even if he was a little jealous, I know his heart was in the right place. He's protective of all women like that, or all people, really.

"That's who you are, Walt. You try and protect everybody."

He looks like he wants to say something but he doesn't, and instead just nods slightly.

"You know that goes both ways, right? I feel the exact same towards you."

I'm not sure if he's surprised by this or not, but he stares back at me and nods again.

"And I've tried not to feel this way too, you know. More so when I was still with Sean."

He smiles sadly, and pauses for a couple moments before he speaks again. "You never really answered my question."

"What was the question again?"

"What are we doing?"

I sigh. "We're spending time together… and occasionally making out."

He shoots me a look and is about to open his mouth when I cut him off. "I wasn't finished. I'm open to see what happens here, but we need to make sure we're both ready for this before we dive in head first."

He nods, and I think he understands that it's the best that I can do right now. "Okay."

I don't tell him that I actually dove in the moment I signed my divorce papers when he asked me to stay. I've been treading water ever since.