We sit for a moment and I lean over to be closer to her and to touch her. My hand falls onto her and she leans in kissing me gently. I pull her close and our kiss grows deeper as I wrap my arms around her waist. Vic holds me tightly. This feels right. It is right. I know I will be here until morning if we don't stop but I don't want it to stop. I want to belong to her.

"Vic, if we don't stop, I'm not going to leave tonight."

"I don't want to stop."

"What are we gonna do about tomorrow and next week and the week after?"

Vic whispers against my neck, "We will be fine if you don't get weird about everything. I don't want you to leave." Her kisses light my neck on fire and the tremble in her voice against my ear make it impossible for me to resist. My lips find hers again and as our kiss grows deeper she groans with anticipation.

I push her arms distance away from me.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, this is perfect but I want to make sure you're ready."

"Ah, duh. Doesn't it seem like it to you?"

"No, not like that, well yes like that but you also just got divorced, Vic. I mean that you are emotionally ready."

"Again, with the Oprah, shit." She smiles at me and I know she is teasing but I won't let her off the hook. I can't because this is a life-changer for me and for us.

"Walt, I'm fine, really."

"You know there's so much I want to tell you and so many things I want to ask. It has to be the same for you because we have this….I don't know what you would call it…this connection…it's unexplainable really."

Vic runs her hands up my chest and unsnaps the diamond cut snaps on my denim shirt her kisses begin to fill my chest as she slides onto my lap. I am her prisoner and I do not mind being held captive.

"Look at me."

Vic continues making her way down to my stomach.

"Victoria, look at me."

She looks up, her eyes full of desire, and I tighten my grip on her hips and move her closer to me.

"Are you sure you want an old man? An old man like me?"

"Is that what's bothering you?"

I smirk, "one of many things."

"First, you're not old. Second, yes I want you. Third, stop talking so fucking much – words I thought I would never say to you." See leans in and kisses me before I can say anything else and I respond in kind.

Vic pulls back and says, "Walt, I can't explain what this connection is I really can't. I know because I have thought about it….a lot…but I know it's real…and I know it's you. It's you I have been waiting for no one else just you."

Our eyes lock and I can't move them. "You scare the hell out of me."

"Same here." She pauses and whispers softly in my ear, "But it's a good scare."

My voice lowers naturally as trepidation takes over, "Vic, I really want..ahh..I really want you… but this…this will change everything. It will change work it will change us it will change our friendship. I don't want to go too fast and mess it up."

"ok" Vic tries to slide off of my lap and back onto the couch but I hold her in place. She is a little surprised but doesn't resist.

"Hey," I hold her chin with my index finger, "You're not going to get away that easily." I kiss her softly.

"Let's just be for tonight."

"Does that mean you are going to stay?"

"I don't know"

"Ok, princess, are you going to make me ask you?"

"Princess?" my eyes crinkle at the comment.

"Yeah, you're acting like a prom queen all afraid to drop your panties so I figure you know princess it is."

I laugh. "Am I the only man to ever tell you, no? I bet I am."

Vic turns completely to stone and holds my face in the palms of her hands, "Walter Longmire, you are the only real man I have ever known I thought I told you that before."

She consumes me.

Vic shifts her wait on my lap and I move my hands to the small of her back, "I have never known a woman quite like you Vic that's the God's honest truth."

"Walt, I want to give myself to you," she pauses and breathes deeply, "but it will be pieces at a time."

I can see her eyes begin to well and I brush away the moisture with my thumb.

"ok," I smile to reassure her and glad that she is meeting me half-way as we make this journey together. I kiss her cheek as the second tear begins to fall.

"Let's see who won the game."

Vic flips the remote and turns on the t.v. switching to Sportscenter. She folds herself back into my side, my arm wrapped around her shoulder and her head leans against my chest.

"You can stay. I would like you to stay with me." Vic looks up at me, "I won't jump your bones. I like having you here. I like this…just this."

I reclaim my arm, bend over and take off my ropers, and put my feet up on the coffee table asking if it's ok. My arm goes back over her shoulders as if we have been doing this a thousand years.

Chris Berman gives the top ten of the night and the scroll on the bottom rolls by Phillies 5 Padres 4. As with life, the details are at the bottom, and can pass you by if you aren't paying attention. I'm paying attention to Victoria Moretti, I don't want to screw up the details. She is a keeper.

I can feel the loneliness that has haunted me evaporate from my heart and in so doing makes room for all the love I feel to flood in and occupy the space. I look down at Vic's blonde hair on my chest, "You have any oatmeal? I've been trying to eat that for breakfast supposed to be good for my heart."

She pats my chest running her fingers through the hair, "Yup."