Who's ready for some lovin'? ;)

"Are you sure we have to go? Can't we both be sick for the rest of the day?" Vic whines as she runs her hands over my chest.

God, she's cute. "We can't. We have to get everything situated with the the Hoppers."

She brings one hand up the side of my face. "Right, the Hoppers… who we are nothing alike." She stares back at me, her tone serious.

I nod. "We should get going," I say as I begin to step away from her and reach for the door.

She pulls me back, hanging onto me. "Wait… One more." She locks her lips to mine for a tender slow kiss that makes me wish I wouldn't have answered that phone call. She pulls back and gazes up at me, smiling ear to ear. I'm about to pull away when she stops me again, giving me another peck on the lips. "Okay, now we can go." She grins as she turns and heads outside.

On the drive in, I reach over and grab her hand. I see her smile out of the corner of my eye and I can feel her staring at me. "And you're holding my hand, too?!"

I shoot her a look.

"Who are you and what have you done with Walt?!" She's trying to hold back a laugh.

"Don't mock me. It makes me nervous."

She squeezes my hand and giggles once more but doesn't say another word until we get to the station. Once I'm parked, she leans over to my side and gives me a quick kiss and a smile before climbing out of the Bronco and strutting upstairs. Does she always walk like that or does she have an extra pep in her step now?

The rest of the day is spent making arrangements for the Hoppers. The lawyer was waiting for me when I got in, and he thinks that we'll be able to get a clean divorce for Marcy and John. I smile at the the thought of Marcy getting away from him. No woman deserves to be treated like that. Ever.

I was going to call Vic into my office in the afternoon and ask if she wanted to come over for dinner tonight, but she ended up getting called out for a few things, and still wasn't back by 5 o'clock. I scribble 'Dinner 7:00 at the cabin' on a post-it note and leave it on her deck and decide to head home early so I can pick up some groceries on the way.

I decide to make barbecue chicken and asparagus. I get the chicken started as soon as I get back to the cabin, and run in to shower quick before finishing everything else. After showering, I ruffle through my closet looking for the new pair of jeans that Cady bought me a while back that I hadn't gotten around to wearing yet. With the jeans, I find a couple new shirts that are also brand new, I didn't even know about these. I settle on a dark green button-up.

I head back out and check on the chicken. When it's almost 7 o'clock I decide to put the asparagus on, assuming that Vic will be here shortly. A few minutes pass and she's not here yet, so I decide that I have time to light a few candles. Women like candles, right?

I'm in the kitchen rummaging through the cupboards looking for the fancy plates that Martha used to have for special occasions when I hear a light tap on the door. "Walt?"

She's right on time. "Come on in!"

"Hey." She says softly.

I smile at the sight of her. It always amazes me how she can make jeans and a t-shirt look so good. "Hey, you made it."

She smiles briefly, before looking down at her clothes. "Yeah, except I think I need to go home and change into something a bit nicer."

"What? Why?"

"Well, look at you. You're all dressed up."

I knew it was too much. I look down at my outfit, figuring I look ridiculous.

"Are we going anywhere?"

I glance back at the oven where the chicken is baking and then back to her. "No, I thought we'd just eat here."

"Then go change," She says as she nods her head in the direction of the bedroom.

Is she serious?

"Walt, you look nice, but you look uncomfortable." She walks over to me and puts her arms around my waist before looking up at me earnestly. "You don't have to dress up for me, I don't care what you wear."

"Are you sure?"

She smiles and nods. "We've known each other for a few years already, you don't have to try to impress me. Just relax." She stands on her tip toes so she can kiss me on the nose.

I nod and take a deep breath. Relax. I can do that.

She steps away from me and walks to the stove. "Go and change if you want to, I'll watch the food."

I nod and head into the bedroom, slipping on the same jeans I wore earlier today and a fresh denim shirt.

I feel much more comfortable after changing, and we're able to enjoy our dinner. After we're done eating, we head to the couch to relax. I flip through the channels as Vic lays down and puts her head in my lap. There isn't really anything good on besides The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, which is what I settle on, even though I have no idea if she is a John Wayne fan or not.

Once I set down the remote, I stop for a moment trying to figure out where to rest my hand. I think Vic notices my dilemma because she reaches up and grabs it, intertwining our fingers. She pulls my hand down and lays it right on top of her chest.

I don't know why this makes me nervous, but it does. I almost feel like a teenager again. Do you know how long it's been since I've been on a first date? I know it shouldn't feel like a first date because I've known Vic for a few years, but still, I don't know how to do this.

I shift my body a little in an attempt to move our hands. She realizes what I'm doing and looks up at me, letting out a soft chuckle.

"What's going on in that head of yours?"

I sigh in frustration. "Everything. I don't know what I'm doing."

She sits up and flips around so she's sitting next to me with her legs stretched out over my lap. "There's no right or wrong way to do this, Walt. We can approach us however you want."

I consider this. What I want is for this not to be awkward anymore. "What do you want to do?'

She leans back on the couch and stretches her arm out so her hand rests at the back of my neck. She looks back at me for a few moments before replying. "I don't think you're ready for what I want." Her tone isn't flirty, just honest. She idly plays with the hair at the back of my head.

I don't care if I'm ready or not, I'm tired of waiting but I'm too nervous to make the first move. "Don't worry about what I'm ready for."

She stares back at me, trying to process what I'm hinting at. "I need help shutting my brain off."

She only waits another moment before she leans her body forward to swing her leg around me to straddle my lap. I stare back into her golden browns as she runs her hands through my hair, a slight smile on her face. She leans in and kisses my face, right at my jawline. She places a trail of kisses all the way around to the other side, sending chills down my spine. Her hands that were still playing in my hair move to start at the buttons of my shirt. Once she gets the top few buttons undone, she bends down and kisses the middle of my chest. Involuntarily, my heart starts to race. She continues with little kisses trailing back up my neck and ending at my chin. Holding my face with both of her hands, she locks her eyes to mine.

After a few moments, she lowers her face to mine and pulls on my bottom lip briefly before crushing her lips to mine. The moment her lips touch mine, I lose myself. I can't get enough of her.

I'm confused when after a minute she pulls away, the smile gone from her face. She reaches down and pulls her shirt up over her head.

Her eyes stop on for a few seconds before she speaks. "Do you want me to stop?"

God, no.

I can't form a sentence, so I simply shake my head as I move my eyes down to her smooth skin. My hands are at her waist, caressing her stomach with my thumbs. I feel her shudder slightly at my touch. She finishes unbuttoning my shirt and slides it off my shoulders. I clumsily work at the button on her jeans as her lips find mine. I'm not as good at multitasking as she is; it takes me a good ten seconds to unbutton hers when she undoes my jeans in one swift motion.

She's kissing me like it's the first and last time she'll ever have the chance.

I allow my hands to roam her body, feeling the toned muscles of her back. I slip my hand down into the back of her jeans, and she pulls her head back, letting out a soft moan. I move my mouth down to her neck as I wrap my other arm around her and flip her down on the couch.

She smiles up at me as I pull off her jeans before slipping out of my own. I see her body shiver, and I'm not sure if it's because she's cold or because she's anxious. I grab the blanket hanging on the back of the couch and swing it over top of us as I lower myself on top of her, careful not to give her all of my weight.

She stares up at me and I brush the hair off of her face so I can see her better. Her eyes are actually glowing.

She breaks our gaze by lifting her head up, searching for my mouth. Making love with Vic is like everything and nothing that I've ever imagined, both of us hungry for the other's touch, but not wanting to rush it. Vic's gentleness and sensuality is a surprise, one that I could explore all night long. This essentially is what happens; it's sometime in the middle of the night when she falls asleep, her bare chest on mine.

I don't even care anymore if falling in love with my deputy is normal or not. After tonight I welcome it with open arms.