A/N So I'm going on holiday this Saturday and won't come back until the next Saturday, so there will be a short break in chapter updates… Sorry. Anyways here's chapter three.
As always, just playing with the characters, don't own anything and I'm not earning anything.
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The thoughts were skittering in Vic's mind, chasing each other in ever tightening circles. She was going to Walt's with him. She was going to spend the night at his cabin. She was going to Walt's with him… She was scared and elated at the same time, wondering how she could make the journey less awkward, how to talk to him. Too late she realised she didn't have any clothes to sleep in other than her jeans, her uniform top and the decidedly skimpy sleeveless top she had underneath. Deciding to face that hurdle when they got to it, she kept looking at the moon on the sky as they headed out of town and towards his home.
The cabin looked much the same as before with the exception of the lights being out and the roof shining under the white light of the moon. They got out of the car and Walt led the way to the door, fumbling with his keys as Vic waited by the stairs leaning on the pillar and looking out at the view. When she heard the door creak open behind her, she spun around nearly colliding with Walt, who had just been turning to face her. He grabbed her shoulders to stop her from stumbling back and falling off the porch while she rested her hands against his upper arms for support. When he realised how close together they were standing he stepped back and she heard him clear his throat in the dark.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her towards the door he had caught before it swung shut, his hand moving to the small of her back as she stepped forward. She could hear him seek for the light switch in the dark as she stood motionless in the middle of the room, so she wouldn't bump into anything. When the lights finally flickered on the interior of the cabin was revealed to be almost exactly as she remembered. She looked around while Walt made his way around the room, turning on a desk lamp, his bedroom light and the kitchen light before turning around to face her.
"Can I get you anything? Beer?" he asked.
"I'm technically still on call and my boss doesn't approve of drinking while on call." She said with a straight face and feeling the absurd desire to giggle as he blushed a little. "A glass of water would be nice. Walking is thirsty business."
"Sure thing." He said as he turned to the kitchen getting her a glass of cool water.
"Since I'm still on call and the radio is here, I'll take the couch." Vic informed him indicating the radio sitting on the table near the door.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Thanks Walt. For everything."
"You're welcome. Let me get you some pillows and a blanket. Would you want me to light a fire?" He rummaged through the cupboard where he kept extra pillows and blankets. Picked out what was needed and handed the pile to Vic.
"I'll be alright. The blanket will be plenty warm. Thanks."
They looked at each other for an awkward length of time that felt like several minutes but was probably just a few seconds before he turned around and walked to his bedroom door. As he turned to shut it behind him he saw her put the pillow on one end of the couch and shake out the blanket. He looked at her surreptitiously for a moment before quietly wishing her good night.
"Good night Walt." She replied with a smile, equally quietly before moving to the radio to turn it on and to switch off the main light. She made her way to the couch and contemplated on how many clothes to take off. In the end she only pulled off her uniform shirt and her boots before tucking her legs on the sofa and burrowing her face into the pillow that smelled of Walt. She was asleep as soon as her eyes closed.
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Vic woke up to soft curses floating from somewhere. For a brief moment she thought someone had broken in to her place before she opened her eyes and saw the interior of Walt's cabin. She spent a moment just lying there, enjoying the warmth of the sun streaming through the windows, breathing deep the smell of coffee and Walt's house, enjoying the quiet atmosphere, apart from the swearing cowboy in the kitchen. Smiling to herself she stretched her arms above her head and over the armrest of the couch, her back arched up, feeling glorious crack and release of pressure in her vertebrae.
"Damn!" Another expletive came from the kitchen and as Vic turned to look, she saw Walt holding two cups of steaming coffee and judging by the puddle at his feet, he had just spilt some. Quickly he shoved the cups onto a table and shook his wrist to get rid of the hot liquid that was burning there. Vic bounced up to hurry past him and grab a piece of kitchen roll from the counter and crouched down to wipe the floor dry before one of them slipped. When she looked up, she could see Walt watching her with a gleam in his eye she had not often seen there before. Slowly she stood up, accepted the coffee cup from him and they adjourned to the porch.
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Walt had thought it would be nice to wake up his favourite deputy with a cup of hot coffee. He had stopped for a few minutes before entering the kitchen to take in the sight of her on his couch. Her hair released from its ponytail spreading around her like a halo, face snuggled into the pillows left on the couch. Her frame mostly hidden by the blanket he'd had on the back of the couch except for one shoulder peeking out, almost glowing in the sunlight streaming through the windows.
Shaking himself from his reverie he'd gone to the kitchen. Nothing had gone to plan there. He had had no clean cups, necessitating the washing of two, he had spilled coffee grounds all over the floor when he'd been opening the coffee jar Cady had bought him recently and then he'd managed to spill hot water on the counter too. However it was the last in the line of spills that he truly could not blame on tiredness. As he turned to carry the cups into the living room to wake up Vic, he saw that she was already awake. Her back was arched up, her arms above her head, but what really caught his attention were her breasts pushing up into the air, begging to be acknowledged. He would have had to be dead not to acknowledge them. Her sleeveless top was white and had worn thin with many washes, the black bra visible as a shadow underneath it, especially with the way the sunlight was framing her, like it too wanted to get as close as possible to Victoria Moretti.
As her stretch ended he jerked out of his reverie and spilled yet again, this time it was hot coffee all over his wrist. Cursing he put the coffees on the nearest flat surface and shook his arm to get the burning liquid off. When he looked again, Vic was crouched over, wiping the floor with a piece of kitchen paper. When she looked up, he had a straight view down her cleavage that was already on display a whole lot more than it normally was, with her top being a little skewed and the black bra peeking out of the neckline. Quickly he forced his gaze to her eyes, but was sure he'd been caught leering. Oh, he was a dirty old man, straight on his way to hell.
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Vic had a pretty shrewd idea that Walt had just been ogling at her boobs, but she had to admit that her flimsy undershirt had made them very prominent. She smiled a little to herself as she sipped her coffee and turned towards the front door.
"Thanks." She said as he nodded and followed her out.
They sat down on the chairs on the porch, looking out across the plains the early morning sun glittering on dew drops that had gathered on the blades of grass during the night. The silence wrapped itself around them again, but it was not awkward or tense anymore, like it had been last night. The serenity of the morning seemed to be stripping them of the charged atmosphere that had ruled them inside and they slowly became Sheriff Longmire and Deputy Moretti again, although the newfound closeness could not entirely be erased by them stepping back to their everyday roles.
