Things You've Never Done

Walt put a large glass of water by Cady's bed along with two aspirins. Then he returned to the kitchen and got a large glass of water and two more aspirins before he swung by the linen closet for a blanket. He met Vic back in the living room and parked her on the couch with the water, the aspirin, and the blanket. Walt then retreated to kitchen for some pizza and time to think.

He came back after a quick couple of slices to find Vic returning from bathroom again. "You ok?"

"Yep, just had to get rid of some water."

Walt handed her the bottle he was carrying, "Good, drink some more."

She reluctantly took it and uncapped the bottle, drawing a deep swallow before setting it on the coffee table.

"Feeling better?"

"Yep." She crooked one corner of her mouth at him, not quite a smile but close. Vic's slurring was noticeably gone. Walt also saw that her eyes were much clearer; very close to normal. And she was not swaying or appearing to overcompensate in any of her movements.

Walt was aware of Vic watching him watch her, "Uhm sorry, I was just, well, you seem pretty sober and just a while ago you, well, uh…"

"Seemed smashed outta my gourd?"

"Yeah somthin' like that."

"Well I have been drinking but not near as much as Cady. And I had much more to eat than she did. I not only had more to eat than her, but I only had one of her Roundhouse Rounder shots before the pizza got here and she had three at least; I think maybe four."

"She had three or four Roundhouse Rounders on an empty stomach?!"

"Yep. That's why I planned on staying." Vic shook her toiletry bag, "I went out to get that and my go bag while she was tossin'em back. I saw her drink three, but she could have had one more when I went out to the truck."

Walt nodded for her to continue but his stern look had her a bit worried that he thought she was drunk.

"The truth is Walt, Cady and I were commiserating and I kinda played up the drunkenness to make her feel comfortable and get her to open up."

"About?"

"Her man trouble."

"She's dating the manager at the Basque Table, been seeing each other for a few weeks."

"Not anymore!"

"Oh. What happened?"

"I don't know for sure but I know she is not and will not be seeing him again."

"Okay then." He drew his hands up and rested them on his hips, "The throwing up, you play that up too?"

Deep color rose on her cheeks and Vic tried not to look away, "No. That was pure nervousness."

"Nervousness?" He was utterly confused and not all that certain Vic was thinking any clearer than he was.

"Yeah, nervous. I committed myself to making sure you keep your promise before you leave here. I only let you in because I made you make that promise. And for a few moments I worked myself into a real state of nerves about it." Vic held his eyes with a steady confident gaze.

"You're not nervous anymore?"

"Nope. Ready to make good on your promise?" Vic tossed the small toiletry bag on Cady's coffee table.

"I guess."

Vic stepped up to within a couple of feet of where Walt stood so they were facing each other. He could smell the hint of minty mouthwash. "You sober enough to know what you're asking?"

"Yep."

"Okay. What do you want me to do?"

"What you never do."

"I still don't understand Vic. There are a lot of things I never do"

"This is one you've never done and I'll explain but I wanted you to prepare yourself."

"Little tough to do when I don't know what it is."

Vic snorted a brief chuckle at him, "I can just imagine what's going through your mind right now. I can't possibly ask you to surf a wave or ride a pogo stick can I? We don't have any."

Walt shook his head, "No, besides I've done those before. I've also stood on my hands, done magic tricks, and…"

"Ha, I knew you were going through every possible thing you could think of! I knew it!"

Walt gave her a 'you're enjoying this too much' look as he watched the amusement play across her eyes.

Vic couldn't help herself as she laughed at him, "I shouldn't have stopped you. I didn't know you could stand on your hands and do magic tricks. What else? I wanna know more about your hidden talents."

Walt narrowed his gaze on her a little tighter, "Are you done?"

"No, but I guess maybe you are huh? Not gonna share anymore?" She asked in a clam even tone.

"Nope."

"Okay then, I assume you're ready to fulfil your promise. You know the one that got you through the door earlier?"

He held her gaze and gave her his most patient stare along with a very tight tilt of his chin for an abbreviated nod.

Vic felt the nervousness flutter through her stomach again and drew in a breath.

Walt read the shift in her eyes and took another step closer, reaching out for her elbow, "Vic you alright?"

She steeled her features and tried to get her resolve to match. The potential consequences began to flood her mind and she was suddenly reconsidering what she had started.

"Vic?"

"Uhm, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine I was just thinking and uhm, maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

"What?"

"Making you promise. I think maybe we should just forget it."

"Why?'

"Because, I don't wanna get fired."

Walt, let go of her elbow and leaned back slightly to get a better look at her face and asked, almost incredulously, "Fired?"

Vic nodded, but said nothing.

"Okay then, how about I promise not to fire you if you just tell me what it is?"

She held his gaze shook her head, "I don't think I can."

Walt altered his posture and brought his hands to his hips, "Vic, this isn't like you at all."

"No, it's not. So, like I said let's just forget it."

"Would I have to fire you?"

"No, not 'have to'."

"Would you have to quit?"

"No."

"Do you trust me, Vic?"

"Of course. But this has nothing to do with trusting you."

"Sure seems to me like it does." Walt angled his head slightly to make sure Vic was looking in his eyes. "I admit I'm very curious what it is that has you so worried. But I also swear to you I will not fire you, Vic. I can't think of anything, you would ask me to do, that would make me fire you."

She dropped her eyes from his and started to look away.

"Vic?"

Hesitantly, she brought her eyes back to him but kept her chin down slightly.

Walt held her eyes and spoke softly, "Trust me?" The two words held the quality of both question and statement.

Vic nodded and held his eyes; she brought her chin up, but didn't speak.

"Just trust me. Tell me what have I never done before?"

"Kissed me."

Walt stared at her rather dumbstruck a moment and Vic didn't know what else to say so she just stared back.

"Kiss you? You want me to kiss you?"

"Every day for the past couple of years; I've thought about it at least once a day."

She started to look away from him slightly embarrassed by her confession.

He said almost on a whisper in a dazed disbelieving tone, "Me too."

Vic brought her eyes back to his instantly, "What?"

Their eyes locked and Walt slowly and clearly explain his statement, "I said 'me too'. I've thought about kissing you at least once a day, every day, for the past year or so."

He leaned toward her just far enough to brush his lips to hers and gave her a tentative kiss. He gently pressed his lips to hers, but kept his lips together as he gave her a truly chaste kiss.

After several seconds Vic pulled her head back a little to stare at him, "Oh no, not a kiss you'd give your 'Auntie Pearl' or 'Granny Longmire'. Not that kind of kiss." She stepped up to him to close the distance between them and rolled both hands into the fabric, near the pockets, on the front of his shirt.

As Vic pulled him to her, Walt brought his arms around her and leaned in again. He gave her a tender, gentle, kiss parting his lips just slightly and allowing his tongue to graze her upper lip. Vic pulled on his shirt as she let out a soft moan and took the initiative to deepen the kiss. Walt was right there with her as soon as he felt her reaction; their kiss deepened quickly. When they came up for air Walt moved his arms from around her and took one of her hands in his to lead her to the couch. He sat down, tugging gently, so she would sit down next to him. Walt brought a hand up around her shoulders and gently loosened her ponytail allowing her hair to fall freely around her shoulders. He pulled Vic to him and they resumed kissing, their mouths and tongues exploring and caressing the warm deep recesses of the other's mouth. Each of them allowed their hands to make mild explorations of the other's body through the fabric of their clothes. Vic was truly surprised at the total lack of any need for a single word from either of them. Theirs was not a heavy duty exchange; there was nothing frantic or demanding about their kissing. They were merely lost in a gentle give and take; a sensual tender exchange of affection and discovery.

Walt tried to bear in mind that they were on his daughter's couch and said daughter was not only at home, but only one room away. He and Vic continued to enjoy the freedom of exploring each other, their kissing was getting slightly more heated but nothing they were unable to control. Just the thought that they felt the same was reassurance enough for Walt to maintain a level head while sharing their communal affections. Vic's hands slid from his hair and drifted to his shirt front. He heard and felt the first couple of snaps pop open and reached up to still her hands as he pulled his mouth from hers.