Longmire: Second Chances

Chapter 13: Unrestrained

It was dusk by the time they arrived at Walt's cabin. There was a little light left, and Vic again shook her head when seeing the finished structure. "Cowboy, I can't get over how good the place looks now. You done yourself proud."

Walt laughed heartily as he put the vehicle in park and they headed inside, each with one suitcase rolling behind them.

Walt took both suitcases and put them in the bedroom for safe keeping. When he came out, Vic was looking back outside into the deepening night, lost in thought. Walt had a good idea what she was thinking.

Vic had a smile on her face, knowing that, for as much time and effort she had spent first leaving then staying away from here, this was, finally, home. She knew it. She had come to peace with it.

She turned back around to go find Walt...

....He was right behind her, so close that she could feel the heat coming off his body. So close to...touch.

Walt didn't give her the chance. He took a half step into her personal space, and laid his hand on her cheek, smiling down at her. He looked at her with a reverence that Vic had never seen coming from any man's eyes. It was a deep, burning reverence, an almost religious fever lighting up his face. Their moment had arrived.

"Vic", he began with a breaking but determined voice, "we lost two years together because of everything I went through. We've lost enough time, we need to make this time-here, right now-our own."

Victoria Moretti couldn't smile; she couldn't talk. She could barely breathe. He heart had surrendered itself to this man years ago, and had done so again when he laid his hand on hers in the truck. She felt her knees buckle, his words physically staggering, but she held. Her heart had just surrendered again, and now it was time for the rest of her to do the same.

"Walt", she said tenderly, "I thought this possibility had passed me-passed us-by. This is our time and our moment, and I surrender everything that I have-my heart, my soul, my very being to you, if you'll take me."

He put his hands around her waist, she putting hers around his neck, simultaneously leaning in for the first, soft, tender kiss. It was gentle and chaste, that first kiss, but the passion and desire behind it was unmistakable. They broke for a moment, looking into each others' eyes, then again at the same time, they moved in for the next kiss, also soft at the beginning, but quickly becoming demanding and probing. Vic's tongue demanded entry into Walt's mouth, and he complied, her tongue running across the inside of his lips, along his teeth, seeking out his tongue in return, the first of many explorations between them.

In a moment, the kiss was hot, sultry and desperate, tongues twisting, lips craving, low moans coming from both of them, the sounds of what almost had been lost escaping them. The kiss went on and on, neither wanting to break for a moment, but neither one wanting this to be the entire moment. They both wanted, demanded-needed more.

Vic stepped back for a moment, her eyes never leaving Walt's. She slowly, methodically began unbuttoning his shirt. When she undid the last button, Vic removed it from his shoulders, then ran her hands under the t-shirt he was wearing, starting at his stomach, moving up into the thick mass of hair on his chest, her fingers feeling like firecrackers as they mapped his anatomy. Walt quickly dismissed the t-shirt, and Vic traced the scars on his chest, as if paying homage to him for all he had endured over the years.

She moved back into him, and lightly kissed his chest, moving to both his nipples and deftly putting her tongue on him, tasting the sample of the entree that he would soon become for her. Her fingers still languidly ran through his chest hair. She was immediately intoxicated by the sensation of touching him.