She pulls her head back, still on top of him, their eyes fully engaged and engorged together in this space.
"If it's good-bye to yesterday the answer is yes."
His hands feather the back of her hair and he reassess where he is and how he feels and how he thinks.
"I know you were trying to save yourself, Walt, just like I had too. That's the other part of it and I understand that and that's why I can say good-bye to it all because I believe you're in the same place."
"Am I that selfish?"
"You can be but so can I and I'm not that anymore."
"I'm trying like hell not to be."
She leans forward and his hands fall to her hips and when her lips touch his he feels it for the first time with her and only the second time in his life.
"Vic." He says slightly out of breath, "I've dreamed of kissing you like this."
And his hands snake up the bare skin of her back and she deepens their kiss and then sits up and helps pull her shirt up and over her head exposing the lacey pink bra underneath. He takes in the sight of her and his fingers trail her rib cage and rest on her stomach.
"If we do this," She says, "We'll change it forever."
"I know."
"What about tomorrow?"
"I'll still be here."
"What about the day after that?"
"I'll be where you want me to be."
She slides her hands over his and presses them into her heated flesh as the thought enters her head for the first time, "What if the answer isn't Wyoming?"
He's never considered it and his face reflects the thought, "I only know that I love you."
She collapses on his chest and its arms and elbows and legs and feet and they try not to rip clothes but they pull them off and they wrestle for control while teasing and laughing but in the end he pulls her underneath him, their palms hard-pressed together, their bodies melded from the heat, and it doesn't take long because he can't help it but he stays there inside of her and she grips him not wanting him to leave.
He kisses her and promises it will be better next time but she dismisses his apology with a kiss to his neck and his ear.
"Don't leave. Stay here."
And he does and he looks at her and their kisses start slowly and surely and this time it's longer and more confident in their freedom of expression. It's loud, it's joyous, and rough, and gentle all at the same time as they transport each other to the place they have both been seeking and once there they recognize this is where they should be, in this place, and this time.
Afterward, after their shower, after room service, after the afterglow, he asks her to come back.
"We work when we're apart." She says and she's right.
His fingers are folded between hers, "That's true." He smiles for a moment looking at the rumpled bed. "Do you think I should check out of my room?" They both laugh.
"If you can stand it."
"Oh yeah, I think I can." He says and he pulls on his pants and his shirt and boots. "I'm going to grab my stuff I'll be right back."
She wraps her face in her hands while he's gone and she doesn't beat herself up in her solitude. This is what she's wanted for so long and now that it is here she takes stock comfortable in knowing she doesn't have all of the answers and wondering what life in Philadelphia will be like without him but intuitively knowing this is right, for right now.
The soft knock at the door snaps her out of her daydream. He's so handsome she thinks when she opens the door, "You look so good."
He smiles and pulls her to him standing in the threshold and he holds her and whispers in her ear, "You're so beautiful."
He walks her backward, the door slams into place, he drops his bag, pulls his shirt off, and her hand gives up on the buttons of his 501's so she caresses him through the thick denim pleased with his response to her touch.
"Did you check-out?"
"Yeah, I'm all yours, Vic."
He says into her mouth and he pulls his head back and looks at her, "I really mean that, you know."
"I know"
His hands grip her shoulders, "I want to be yours."
"Walt, don't go making plans in your head."
"What does that mean?"
"It means we work right now and that's good, right?"
"It is but what about later?"
"I don't know but let's take it a day at a time."
His hands drop to his side and naturally rise to his hips. "Do you want me?"
"Yes."
"Do you love me?" His blue eyes are brilliant with concern and fear and longing.
"I love you."
And she sees them for the first time, the tears that have never fallen for her or what they have done to each other and for where they are now and they are big and they drop to the floor.
She steps into him and wraps her arms around his waist feeling the soft hair on his chest and thinking how she will enjoy this for the rest of her life if she chooses too and it's empowering and intoxicating and all the things she's never felt before.
"I'm not going back with you." She says because it's her truth.
"I know."
"It's ok, Walt."
"Is it?"
"Yeah, it is."
"I want to be with you."
"You will be."
"Long distance."
"Why not?"
His head falls onto her shoulder, his arms surround her frame, and the heat between them extinguishes his doubts and he easily says yes to her and for now decides not to worry about what the future holds.