A/N So this story was supposed to be over in chapter 5 or 6, but here we are in chapter 11... Oh well. Sorry it has taken me so long to update, real life has a way of throwing up distractions such as jobs etc. Not to mention this chapter proved hard to write to the level I wanted it to be at. And I might have discovered The Last Ship and now have a burning urge to write something for it…

I know someone commented on how Vic would still be in pain and not up for anything amorous. Sorry if it has broken the story for you, but I broke my foot couple of years ago and was putting weight on it three weeks later, I'm pretty sure that her ribs wouldn't be that sore after three weeks. If it still bothers you, call it artistic license. If you can't get past it, don't read.

WARNING! This chapter is M-rated. NSFW! If that's not your cup of tea, feel free to skip this one and join me again on the next one which will probably be the last one. I will be bumping up the rating for the whole story as well I think. There won't be any story advancement (apart from their first night together) in this chapter so skipping it shouldn't be a problem.

Anyway, I still don't own any of this stuff. Just playing around with it.

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The moon was no more than a thin slice on the sky, but the night was so clear that once Walt had turned the headlights off, they could see enough to not trip and fall. The stars seemed cold and far away and Vic could see the puffs of steam that escaped her lips with each breath as she climbed down with Walt's assistance and they made their way to his front door. Closing the door behind her Vic took in the cabin. Not many things had changed apart from the piano being dust free and the room seemed to have a homier feel to it. Like the man living there was finally starting to actually live, not just exist. Other signs had been visible when she'd seen the cabin before in daylight with the fixed roof and the actual steps leading up to the porch.

Finished with examining the room, Vic turned her gaze to the man that was now bent over by the fireplace, getting the fire started so they could get some warmth into the chill that had entered the room with them. She couldn't take her eyes off this man who was her colleague, her partner, her friend, and now about to become her lover. He was a man of honor. He was a man who you could count on to be truthful to his word, who would always be there for those he cared about. A strong man who could take her strength and her will and match it, a man she could be the equal of. She wouldn't have to pretend to be weaker than she was with him.

Suddenly Walt turned to her and stood up, the movement pulling her from her reverie. She kept watching as he approached her, his boot heels thumping against the wooden floor, his hand rising to smooth his hair down, like he always did when he was nervous about something. Then he was standing in front of her, watching her like she was watching him. Taking her hands into his he raised them up and placed a gentle kiss on both knuckles, igniting a small amount of the fire that had burned within Vic on the car park of the Red Pony. When he gently pulled her forward, she followed with no objections, in equal silence.

They passed through the doorway to the bedroom and the air between them seemed to gain an electrical charge and Vic could feel her pulse starting to pick up. When Walt came to a stop by the bed and turned to her, she rested her hand on his shoulder and bent down to undo the strap that held her heels on, the shoes clunking loudly onto the wood floor one by one. When she straightened up, she relished how small Walt made her feel, him still in his boots and her barefoot. He seemed to tower over her and she didn't mind one bit.

He bent forwards, lowering his face to hers, their lips making soft contact. The current in the air seemed to gather at the point of contact and grow. Vic raised her hands to his collar, grabbing it and pulling his face further down as he gathered her into his arms and pulled her closer to him. The kiss continued, building in intensity with the addition of tongues and teeth, both their breathing growing more ragged and their hands beginning to wander. Her hands followed his collar to his hair, relishing in its softness, before sliding down to his shoulders. One of his hands followed the line of the hidden zipper of her dress up and the other wandered down to her ass, bringing their bodies to a heady full contact.

She gasped a little, the pressure of his body to hers both pleasurable and a little painful thanks to her still slightly sore ribs. Everything about Walt seemed almost designed to take her breath away. From the first moment they'd met, his piercing blue gaze almost seemed to see right through her, through all the crap that she had gathered to her over the years. It seemed like he saw her as she was inside, not the image she projected to protect herself, whether from suspects or overbearing male colleagues who seemed to feel that she was not fit to be a cop. Walt always saw her, and never found her truly wanting, despite his occasional censorious look. Now he was taking her breath away literally.

Their kiss continued unrelenting despite the occasional need to draw deeper breaths and as Walt pulled her even closer he grasped her hair and bent her head to the side a little, allowing himself access to her neck, kissing every inch of skin between her mouth and her clavicle where he settled to lavish her skin with his lips and tongue. Vic couldn't help the groan that escaped her as the contrast between his soft lips, strong tongue and slight roughness of the returning stubble. Despite her hands shaking a little and her knees being distinctly wobbly, she grasped his tie and pulled it out and undid a few of the topmost buttons before moving her attention to the waist band of his jeans. As she unsnapped and zipped his jeans it was his turn to groan as the constriction eased and she forced him to let go of her as she pulled his shirt out of his jeans and over his head in one move.

As soon as he could see again, his hands went immediately to her dress and unzipped it in one smooth pull. He kissed her again before gently pushing the dress off her shoulders and dropping it to pool on the floor. She could feel herself blushing as his heated gaze raked over the black lace underwear set she had bought the week before for exactly this occasion. No matter how gruff Walt seemed, Vic had been willing to bet that he appreciated a woman who dressed up in lace for him.

"Mr Longmire, I do believe you are staring at me."

"Miss Moretti, I do believe that was your intention. And I intend to take advantage of the situation which has presented itself by staring some more."

"Hopefully also something more than just staring."

"Yup."

At that he gathered her close again and sank his head to kiss the tops of her breasts as his hands went to unsnap her bra. Once the obstacle was removed, his head sank even lower as he gently kissed the scar the bullet had left behind and the slight bruising still visible on her pale skin. Slowly he took first one and then the other nipple into his mouth sucking them and laving his tongue over the raised points. Vic threaded her fingers through his hair to encourage him, which he took to heart and added teeth to the mix, making her knees sag a little. Determined to repay in kind, she grasped the opened waistband of his jeans and pushed them down his hips, leaving him standing there in nothing but his boxers, his enthusiasm exceedingly obvious.

He lifted his head from her breasts and sat down onto the edge of the bed starting to struggle out of his boots and socks. A little giggle escaped Vic before she decided to assist him as he shot her a fake injured look at her levity.

"You know, you shouldn't really be laughing at an old man who is in this predicament thanks to you."

"Stop with the 'old man' nonsense. You are exactly as I want you." She replied a little sharply shaking her head she kneeled beside the bed, grasped his left boot and pulled as he dug his fingers into the edge of the mattress so as to stop from sliding onto the floor. Once she had helped extricate him from his jeans boots and socks she stood up slowly, feeling his eyes slide over the curves of her body. She approached him and just as he was about to stand up again, she pushed him back down onto the bed and then onto his back as she climbed to sit astride him, pushing his wrists into the mattress. He seemed perfectly content to lay there gazing up at her for a moment before lifting his head up and capturing her mouth again, while thrusting his hips up into hers, awakening another little parcel of lust within her.

If Vic had had any doubts about how well their relationship might translate into the bedroom, she need not have fretted. He seemed to know instinctively exactly how to kiss her and how to move against her to drive her crazy. As he thrust his hips upward again, he suddenly spread out his arms that were still being held down by her, making her fall down onto him, gasping at the sudden contact her aching nipples made with his hairy chest. Even pinned down he was taking the lead and Vic couldn't help but remembering a similar situation with her ex-husband and how he had been unable to even give her much of a fight for control. The thought fled from her mind as all of a sudden Walt was pushing himself up into a sitting position, her weight seemingly nothing to him.

He kissed her again before extricating his wrists from her hold with one simple smooth movement and wrapping his arms around her to hold her to him as he stood up, pulled the duvet down and laid her gently on the bed. He slipped in after her and pulled the covers over them, sealing out the cool air of the room.

Vic curled up next to Walt's warmth, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her, hand stroking her stomach. They lay there for a moment or ten, just listening to each other's breathing, the momentum of before settling down to a slower pace. Slowly she moved her hand up and down, through the coarse hairs on his chest and stomach, carding it between her fingers eventually lifting her hand to his nipple and giving it a little flick, causing him to inhale suddenly. With careful deliberation Walt's hand moved from her stomach up to her breast and he responded by flicking her nipple in turn. When she responded by slightly arching her back, pushing her breast into his hand he began to run his thumb in circles around the areola, the rough skin catching a little, making her gasp as her hand followed the hairs on his chest lower and lower.

When she finally reached for him inside his boxers and wrapped her hand around his jutting length, she could feel the shudder that ran through him. A groan escaped and the thumb stopped its dizzying circling as she stroked upwards and ran her thumb across the sensitive head. She repeated the movement a few times before he suddenly pulled back and pushed her onto her back.

"Keep going like that and our evening will end much faster than you'd like." He panted a little, before bending his head back to her breasts. Her answer was lost in a moan that tore from her throat at the feel of his mouth on her skin and his hand sliding down to cup her core through her panties. Desperate to feel more, she grasped the edges of her remaining piece of clothing and pulled struggled to pull it down. Quick on the pickup, Walt helped her, never ceasing his attentions to her breasts.

His hand returned to its previous spot and started a slow circular motion between her lower lips and over her clitoris that coupled with his mouth still on her breast made her breath catch and her back bow off the bed. Her just healed ribs added a tinge of burning pain that made the pleasure of what he was doing even greater. Clenching her hands into the sheets she let out an almost inhuman sound as he pushed two of his fingers into her wetness as his thumb took over the teasing of her clit. With a few beckoning motions of his fingers on that especially sensitive spot inside her, he pushed her over the edge of her release and she was lost.

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He slowed his movements as she sank back into the bed. He looked up to see her eyes closed and an unusually open, almost fragile look on her face as she recovered from her orgasm. He couldn't help but feel a touch of masculine pride over how well he had managed to pleasure her, despite his lack of recent practice. Kissing the pink tip of her nipple one more time, he extracted his hand from between her legs and licked his fingers clean, wanting to taste her but deciding to leave it for another day.

Finding the box of condoms he had put into the drawer of the bedside table didn't take long. Getting the damn thing open seemed to be impossible. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Vic lying on her back with her eyes open looking at him. He could feel the blush of embarrassment spread across his face as he continued to struggle with the box. Without a word and with a gentle peck at his lips, Vic plucked the box from his hands and slit a fingernail beneath the troublesome plastic wrapping.

In no time she was holding one of the little sliver packages in her hand and then she was kissing him like there was no tomorrow. The embarrassment had deflated his enthusiasm a little, but her kiss and the way she was stroking his cock soon brought him back to full attention. Before he could do more than draw a deep breath, she had the condom in her hands and was rolling it down his length. In the next moment she was on her knees above him, rising out of the duvet in front of him like Aphrodite from sea foam.

His hands rose to steady her hips as she guided him to her entrance and sank onto him, throwing her head back, raising her hands to stroke her own breasts. He had loved her for what seemed to be forever, but the sight of her there above him was enough to make his heart contract and his breath to lock up. It was that or then the pleasure was causing him to have a heart attack.

They quickly found their rhythm and before long he was struggling to hold on, determined to have her come one more time before he would follow her into oblivion. Moving his right hand across, his thumb found her slick centre and followed it to her clitoris. A few teasing flicks and her rhythm was broken a little as her hips stuttered and her head fell backwards, pushing her hips toward his thumb. Taking advantage of her distraction, he tipped and twisted them to the side so she was beneath him, eyes opening with surprise. Another flick with his thumb and her eyes closed again, his name a moan on her lips as he bent his head to that tender place just below her ear and started rocking his hips into hers a little more quickly.

"Walt! Oh god. Oh god, harder!" As he increased the tempo and made sure to go as deep as possible, she suddenly tensed underneath him and then his world disappeared with the pulsing of her around him.

He had managed to fall next to her, rather than on top so as to not crush her still healing ribs. After recovering his wits he disposed of the condom and turned off the lights, and they sank into the bed pulling the covers up high, falling asleep wrapped in each other.