Ok everything building up to season 2 has me so excited for more Wyatt and Lucy! Anybody else?! It's literally leading to what we were all hoping for by the end of season 1...we know there will be angst, but i hope they make it through!

Really hope you guys enjoy this chapter...

They stood awkwardly together in the tent just staring at each other for what felt like ages, unsure of who was going to say the first words.

They were finally going to talk properly about what was going on with them and suddenly she felt like she was with a stranger, she felt that nervous.

Wyatt cleared his throat, "Er do you need me to help you?" he asked curiously.

"Sorry?" she asked, her eyes slightly widening, wondering what he was referring to.

A small smile appeared on his lips, "The corset?" he countered.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, very clear on what he meant, "yes, thank you" she replied and turned around. As much as this could be awkward, having been in her corset for close to 17 hours, she just needed to feel comfortable in herself. She felt his fingers gently take the string and pull, as it got looser she felt relief.

"Better?" he asked her, sensing the tension be released at every pull.

"Yes" she breathed out, actually feeling more herself as the last string was pulled.

"I don't even what to know what it feels like. You definitely go through a lot more in this whole scenario then myself and Rufus" he stated. She knew he meant in the different clothing, but sometimes it was more than that.

"Yeah i suppose so," she replied and walked over to the crate with her night gown on, she turned back to Wyatt who had already turned away without being asked to. It appeared this was a routine they had nailed down. She quickly dropped her dress down on the floor and slipped the nightgown over her head, she cleared her throat and turned back round, placing the dress on the crate, "thank you"

Wyatt slowly turned and nodded, pulling off his jacket, but stopped there and took a seat on the other crate in the tent. He placed his hands in front of him and leaned on the tops of his legs taking a moment of contemplation. He sat in silence as she changed.

She grabbed her shawl and put her boots on, she didn't plan on getting into the sleeping bag, so wanted to be warm.

With the shawl wrapped round her she slowly made her way over to where Wyatt was and sat herself down in front of him, but not too close, with her legs tucked underneath her. She watched him for a moment, he looked tense, "You look worried" she observed.

He looked up and his eyes met hers, "That's because this could change things" he said honestly.

She wrapped the shawl closer around her, "And you don't want them to?" she questioned, her voice bordering on worried herself.

Wyatt instantly shook his head, "No that's not what i meant," he sighed and looked down again, "i told you earlier about my fears. Those aren't just going to go away Lucy...i don't know how to get past them and make-" his head rose, she had been watching him the whole time.

She pressed her lips together, "-make whatever this is," she motioned between them and swallowed hard, "-work?" She didn't state it, she questioned it. He had never said he liked her like that. But she didn't want to make assumptions.

Wyatt suddenly moved off the crate and in front of her, his answered scared her. She closed her eyes, ready for whatever response he had. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes and didn't want him to see them, "Lucy look at me" he whispered and she felt him take her hands in his.

She took a deep breath and opened her eyes and as she did so a single tear fell and landed on her cheek, for a brief moment a look of upset and hurt was masked on his face. He released one hand and with the pad of his thumb wiped the tear away.

"This. Wyatt," she stated, her voice wavering, "what is this?" she asked finally.

He looked down at her hands in his and squeezed them softly, "It's us, Lucy," he told her simply and looked up into her eyes, "it's me and you"

She pursed her lips, nervous for what she was about to say that she let out an anxious laugh, "God i feel like a school girl," she rolled her eyes at herself and he gave a chuckle too, "you know why i feel like that, right?"

Wyatt nodded, "And you know why for me as well?" and she replied with a nod too.

He shook his head and looked annoyed. She frowned, "What?"

"Why cant we just say it?" he asked, and she had wondered that for a really long time, "why do we always tip toe around what we want to say?"

She sighed, looking down at his hands, "Because we are both cautious people...and this means something-" she found her fingers tracing around the outline of his knuckles.

"-of course it means something," he stated quietly with conviction. A moment passed and he got frustrated and finally let it out, "screw it," he stated and his eyes flew up to look at him, "Lucy i like you. I have since the moment you told me not to call you ma'am. When Ian Flemming was flirting with you, that bothered the hell out of me. When we kissed in Bonnie and Clyde's cabin...at first it was an act, but that kiss meant something. It completely took me by surprise," he had barely stopped for a breath, "when Flynn took you," and then he did pause, a look of anguish came over him, "i was relentless, i had no idea what he would do to you and it drove me crazy. I let you down by not protecting you and i vowed that i wouldn't let that happen again," she wanted to tell him he could never let her down, but he carried on, "it was a vow i gave myself. My job is to protect you and Rufus...but all of this is more than just a job for me...especially with you"

"Wyatt-"

"-just let me say one more thing," it was the most he had admitted to her and she was happily going to let him finish, "on this trip, its become far to easy to act like a couple with you. And if i'm honest i think that says something. I think we owe it to ourselves Lucy...we owe it to ourselves to give it a try"

Those were all the words she needed, and with a quick movement she leaned forward and kissed him. His arms quickly made their way around her and brought her closer to him, his mouth opening more as their lips met. Before she knew it, she had straddled him on the floor of the tent and her shawl was gone, his hands grazing her bare thighs that were either side of him, her nightgown slowly hitching up as his hands moved along them. Then his hands were away from her legs and moving up her back and nestling themselves in her hair, bringing her face closer to his, as passion came over them.

Breathing heavily they parted from each other, both of them suddenly started smiling and laughing quietly.

Wyatt slowly looked down at Lucy's bare leg and then noticed her footwear, "Got to say," he cleared his throat, looking back at her with a smirk, "boots and a 1880's nightgown...very sexy" and he gave her a wink.

With her arms around his neck she frowned, "Are you mocking me Wyatt Logan?"

Wyatt leaned in and slowly started kissing her neck, sending tingles down her spine. His breath tickling her skin, "Me?," he questioned in between kisses, and he pulled away and looked up at her, "no Ma'am"