I JUST READ ON TWITTER THAT LONGMIRE WAS PICKED UP BY NETFLIX FOR A FOURTH SEASON! LET'S CELEBRATE WITH SOME WALT AND VIC ACTION, purely from my imagination of course! ;) ENJOY! #longlivelongmire

"Are you sure we have to go? Can't we both be sick for the rest of the day?" I whine as I stroke my hands up and down his denim shirt.

He smirks. "We can't. We have to get everything situated with the the Hopper's."

I put a hand up to the side of his face. "Right, the Hopper's… who we are nothing alike." I stare up at him, forcing him to understand me.

He simply nods. "We should get going." He starts to pull away from me and reaches for the door.

"Wait… One more." I pull him into a slow kiss, savoring each second; this has to get me through the rest of the day at the office. I pull back and look up at him with a joyous smile on my face. I give him one last peck on the lips, "Okay, now we can go."

Once we're in the Bronco and driving back to the station, he reaches over and grabs my hand, barely taking his eyes off the road. I smile and look over at him. "And you're holding my hand, too?!"

He glares over at me.

"Who are you and what have you done with Walt?!" I'm not complaining, but I can't help but tease him. It's so different to see Walt take charge in a relationship.

Is that what this is now? A relationship?

"Don't mock me. It makes me nervous."

I muffle a laugh, and squeeze his hand gently, not saying another word until we reach the station. Before climbing out of the car, I lean over to his side and give him another quick kiss.

Once inside, we both retreat to our respective offices. The rest of the day is rather uneventful, mostly spent making arrangements for the Hopper's. It looks like Walt will be able to keep his word to Marcy and get them a clean divorce.

I get out of the office for awhile later in the afternoon for a couple of minor calls, and when I get back Walt is gone. Before I can ask Ruby where he is, I notice a yellow post-it note sticking out from under my pile of papers. On the post-it, scribbled in Walt's handwriting is 'Dinner 7:00 at the cabin.'

I smile, and crumple up the note and throw it in the trash. I sit down at my desk and file the reports on the calls I responded to this afternoon. I finally finish around 6:30, with just enough time to go home and change before heading over to Walt's.

When I get up to his porch, I'm not sure if I should knock or not. The door is open, and I peek in through the screen door to see if I can see Walt. I don't see him, but I can hear him rummaging through the cupboards.

I tap lightly on the door, "Walt?"

"Come on in!" he yells from the kitchen.

When I step inside, my senses go into overdrive as I take everything in. The entire cabin smells of delicious barbecue, and I see a number of candles lit around the room.

Candles. Never before have I pictured Walt to be a candle kind of guy.

I walk into the kitchen and find Walt standing over the stove. He's not wearing the same clothes he wore to work. He's wearing what looks to be a brand new outfit, a nice pair of jeans and a green button up.

"Hey."

He whips around to look at me, and smiles when he sees me. "Hey, you made it."

"Yeah, except I think I need to go home and change into something a bit nicer." I look down at the jeans and t-shirt that I'm wearing.

"What? Why?"

"Well, look at you. You're all dressed up."

He looks down at his clothes, and then looks back up sheepishly. I notice for the first time how uncomfortable he looks.

"Are we going anywhere?"

He looks around the kitchen at the food he has cooking. "No, I thought we'd just eat here."

"Then go change," I say as I nod my head towards the bedroom.

He looks back at me a little uncertain, like this is a trap.

"Walt, you look nice, but you look uncomfortable." I walk over and stop in front of him, putting my arms around his waist. "You don't have to dress up for me, I don't care what you wear."

"Are you sure?"

I nod my head yes. "We've known each other for a few years already, you don't have to try to impress me. Just relax." I reach up and kiss him on the tip of his nose.

He nods, and I step away from him to head to the stove.

"Go and change if you want to, I'll watch the food." He nods, and turns to head to the bedroom as I bend down to peek into the oven.

It's barbecue chicken, and it smells amazing. I take the lid off of the pot on the stove to find asparagus steaming. I'm impressed, I figured Walt ate at the Red Pony every night for dinner.

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After dinner, we settle together on the couch with the candles flickering around us. Walt sits down first, so I laid down next to him and put my head in his lap. He had the remote and was flipping through the channels, until finally settling on an old John Wayne movie. Once he sets down the remote, his hands hover for a moment because he's not sure where to rest them since my head is in his lap.

Nervous Walt really is quite adorable. Instead of making fun of him for being so anxious, which I really want to do, I reach up and grab the one of his hands and intertwine my fingers with his. I pull our hands down a little and rest them on my chest.

Just a few seconds later, Walt clears his throat and shifts his body. I crane my neck to look up at him and he looks even more nervous now. I feel him shift his fingers a little in the hand that I'm holding, causing me to look down, and I realize he must be uncomfortable because his hand is on my boob.

I can't help but chuckle. I know I probably should be nervous like he is, but I'm not. Now that I know Walt feels the same way that I do, all the nerves are gone. I'm the most comfortable that I've ever been.

"What's going on in that head of yours?"

He sighs. "Everything. I don't know what I'm doing."

I sit up and flip around so I'm next to him, and put my legs in his lap. "There's no right or wrong way to do this, Walt. We can approach us however you want."

He pauses for a few moments. "What do you want to do?"

I stretch out my arm at the back of the couch, letting my hand fall at the back of his neck. I gaze over at him and reply honestly, "I don't think you're ready for what I want."

His expression doesn't change, and he continues to stare at me while I play with the hair at back of his head. "Don't worry about what I'm ready for."

Is he giving me permission to make the first move? I mean, you know, the first big move? I eye him carefully.

"I need help shutting my brain off," he admits, his expression still unchanging.

I can probably help with that. Without wasting another moment, I lean forward to swing my left leg to the other side so I'm straddling him. I bring my hands up and run them through his hair before leaning forward to place a kiss at his jaw line. I continue all the way around to the other side, my hands still grazing through his hair.

Next, I bring my hands down to his chest so I can undo the top few buttons. As I bend down to place a few kisses in the middle of his chest, I can feel his heart beat quicken. I continue small kisses all the way up to his neck and end at his chin. Moving my hands up to cradle his face, he tilts his head back a little bit so he can look at me better. Lowering my head to his, I gently pull on his bottom lip with my teeth before taking his mouth in mine. He parts his lips almost immediately, inviting me in. Every kiss with Walt is better than the last, and yet the satisfaction is so great each time that it feels like the first.

I pull away from him briefly, staring back into his kind eyes as I reach down and pull my shirt over my head. His eyes are locked on mine, he doesn't look down at my newly exposed skin, which makes me pause. "Do you want me to stop?"

He looks back at me for a few moments before he responds. He shakes his head and bring his hands to my waist, caressing my stomach with his thumbs.

I reach down and unbutton his shirt the rest of the way, and slide it off of his shoulders, as he reaches down and unbuttons my jeans. His lips lock on mine as I undo the button on his jeans. His nerves seem to have almost gone away and he's taking charge a little more now. His mouth hungry for mine as his hands roam my body more freely. He slides his lips down to my neck, as he wraps his arms around me to spin us on the couch and place me on my back.

We both manage to slide out of our jeans, and Walt grabs the blanket hanging on the back of the couch and pulls it over top of us before gently settling down on top of me. We both just lay here for a few minutes staring at one another. Eventually our lips find one another again and we fall into a rhythm, getting lost within one another.

Our kisses are deep and slow, with neither of us rushing. I could do this forever. Completely lost in the moment, I can't tell you how long we spend making love to one another, but I can tell you that I never want it to end. I want this to be my new normal.