The Camp Out
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING!
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
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Chapter 1
By the time Vincent got his little tent set up, a light rain had started. He
glanced over at the little cabin, glad that Catherine was safely ensconced within
its warmth. As much as he had wanted to take her up on her offer of sharing the
cabin, he knew it was a bad idea. He was too unsure of himself to be alone with
her in said cabin.
God, he wanted her! He could admit to himself that he had always wanted her.
From that first moment in the woods, he had been drawn to Catherine Chandler. He
had watched over her and protected her in ways she wasn't even aware of. He had
kept much closer tabs on her over the years than she realized. He was her
shadow, her protector. But....he wanted to be so much more.
Vincent had watched Catherine grow into a beautiful, young woman. He had
despised all the asshole boyfriends she had been with over the years. In a way,
he also envied them. They got to be with her without fear of discovery. They
didn't have to stay hidden in the shadows. They could enjoy her company for
longer than snatched minutes. He sighed deeply. He looked at the cabin again. A
frown creased his mouth. He was a fool.
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From inside the cabin, Catherine watched Vincent put the tent together. He
had adamantly refused when she offered to share the cabin with him. She saw him
glance in her direction several times. She made sure to stand far enough away
from the window, so he couldn't see her watching him. Catherine chuckled softly.
Watching him was actually one of her favorite past times.
From that first moment in the woods, she had known he would never hurt her.
Even though she was concussed and bleeding, she had know, even then, that he
wasn't a bad person. He had saved her life. She only wished she had been able to
tell him "Thank You" all those years ago. Maybe, that was what she was doing
now. Thanking him for saving her life on that dark night, 9 years before.
Catherine giggled to herself when Vincent slid on the wet grass, barely
catching himself. He glanced sharply in her direction. Catherine's eyes widened.
Had he heard her? She stepped away from the window, not wanting Vincent
to think she was spying on him.
The rain was coming down harder when, several minutes later, a knock sounded
on the door. Catherine raced to open it. Vincent shook himself off, and
hesitantly stepped in the room. They stared at each other. Finally, Vincent
coughed, breaking the silence.
"So, um...do you need anything before I turn in? Firewood or...?" Vincent
said, glancing around the small room. Catherine sighed.
"No, I'm fine. Are you sure you don't want to stay in here? The rain is
coming down harder now."
Vincent shook his head sharply. "No! I mean.....that's okay. Rain doesn't
bother me."
"Vincent..." Catherine began, but he cut her off.
"It's fine, Catherine. Really. My brother's and I used to camp out in the
backyard all the time as kids."
Catherine nodded. "All right. Well...Goodnight Vincent. Sleep well."
"You too, Catherine. Goodnight," Vincent replied, before opening the door and
racing to the tent. Catherine shook her head again. Men are
so.....stubborn!
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Vincent was laying in the tent a few hours later, still wide awake. He could
hear the wind howling outside. The rain had started coming down even harder, and
it beat against the tent, making the tent groan and sway. Vincent was once again
thankful that Catherine was safe and dry in the cabin. He closed his eyes, and
tried to block out everything around him.
Suddenly, Vincent sat up straight, a growl escaping his throat. He shook
himself off, and looked up in disbelief at the hole that was currently over his
head. Damn it!! Vincent crawled out of the tent, and was immediately
doused with more rain. As he stood there trying to figure out how to cover the
hole, he caught Catherine's scent and swung around to face her.
"Get back inside!!" he shouted against the rain and wind. Catherine shook her
head.
"Come inside! It's raining too hard! You'll freeze out here."
"No! I'll be fine. Get back inside!" he repeated. Catherine grabbed his hand,
and tugged. Vincent held his ground.
"Vincent, please!!" she begged him. Vincent looked between her and the tent
several times. Finally, he picked her up in his arms, and raced them back to the
cabin. He deposited her inside, and stood on the small porch, shaking some of
the rain off.
"Come inside!" Catherine called from the door. Vincent shook his head.
"I'll sleep out here. It'll be fine," he said, barely meeting her gaze.
Catherine glared at him. "Vincent! Stop being stubborn! Get in here before
you catch pneumonia."
Vincent could see that she wasn't going to relent until he was inside, so
finally, he stepped inside. The heat from within hit his cold skin, and Vincent
immediately shivered. He stood awkwardly by the door, watching as Catherine
grabbed several towels and placed them on the small couch. She glanced up, and
realized he still stood by the door.
"Vincent, take those wet clothes off, now!" she said, broking no
argument. Vincent recoiled, pressing himself against the hard wood of the door.
He shook his head swiftly. Beads of water flung out around him. "Take them off,
or I will!"
Vincent looked around helplessly, suddenly wishing he was anywhere but here.
Catherine stood, her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. Finally,
Vincent shrugged out of his jacket, holding it in front of him, like a shield.
Catherine shook her head and chuckled softly. "Open the door, and squeeze as
much of the water out as you can. I'll lay the clothes by the fire to dry."
Vincent did as she said, squeezing the water out, before flinging the coat
toward her. His shoes came next, followed by his socks and shirt. He could feel
her gaze as he squeezed out the water from them. His skin turned pink under her
scrutiny. He stood, uncomfortably, in his soaked jeans.
"All of it, Vincent. Even your jeans and underwear," Catherine said, although
her face was also pink. Vincent swallowed convulsively.
"Um....can I.." He coughed and tried again. "Can I have a towel?"
She flung one at him, and turned to the task of laying out his clothes. She
could hear him struggle to get the wet jeans off, but didn't dare to look at
him. Seconds later, his jeans landed with a "splat" in front of her. Almost
immediately, his boxers were there as well. Catherine tried not to think about
the fact that Vincent stood naked just a few feet away from her. He walked up to
her, and pulled her to her feet sharply.
"Now, you," he said huskily. Catherine glanced down briefly, and caught the
towel wrapped around his waist. She forgot how to breathe. "Take them off, or I
will," he said, repeating her words back to her. Catherine turned red.
"Okay, fine. If you insist," she squeaked out. Her hands went to her top. She
started to pull it over her head. Vincent's eyes widened, and he turned around
swiftly, facing the door. Catherine chuckled, and pulled the top off. She
unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her sweatpants followed, and she
quickly wrapped a towel around herself.
"Underwear too," Vincent said, still facing the door. He heard her heartbeat
quicken. Seconds later, he heard her pull her underwear off as well. Turn
about was fair play.
"Okay, I'm decent," Catherine said a moment later. Vincent turned to face
her. Each stared at the other, both trying not to look lower than the other's
face. Both failed miserably.
Vincent forgot how to breathe as he took in Catherine, wrapped in a towel
that was barely big enough to cover everything of importance. He felt himself
begin to harden.
Catherine gazed at Vincent's chiseled chest and abs. He had a scar low on his
stomach that drew her gaze. She stepped closer, and trailed her fingers lightly
over it. "How did you get this?" she asked softly.
Vincent sucked in a ragged breath, her nearness reeking havoc on his senses.
He caught her fingers gently, and pulled them away from his body.
"Um.....Afghanistan. I got caught on the wrong end of a knife."
Catherine inhaled sharply. She nodded in understanding, deciding not to press
farther. She knew that Vincent didn't like to talk about his time overseas.
Awkward silence began to run between them. Vincent began rocking back and
forth, clearly uncomfortable. Catherine unconsciously clutched the towel
tighter. Finally, she gave a breathy laugh. Vincent glanced at her.
"Look at us. Geez, we are two adults here. It's not like either of us has
never seen the opposite sex without clothes on before. I mean, you were a
doctor. And, I'm sure you had plenty of girlfriends....before...." Catherine
said, babbling.
Vincent chuckled nervously. "Well, it has been awhile...."
"Oh.... OH!!! Of course it has. God, how stupid of me. Here I am, parading in
front of you in just this skimpy, little towel. I'm so sorry!" Catherine
exclaimed, smacking her forehead with the palm of her hand. She started to back
up, intending to grab clothes from the bedroom. Vincent's arm shot out, stilling
her movements.
Vincent stared at Catherine. Her skin was flushed and pink. Her heart rate
had spiked drastically. He looked into her eyes. They were dilated. He stepped
closer. Her breathing hitched, and she swallowed hard.
"Catherine...." he breathed out. He leaned in, until he was a hairsbreadth
away from her lips. She could feel his warm breath on her face, and she closed
her eyes as she closed the small distance between them. Her lips brushed gently
against his.
When he felt her lips against his, Vincent growled deep in his throat. He
pulled her tightly against him, and his lips slanted over hers hungrily.
Catherine whimpered against his lips, her hands coming up to wrap around his
neck. Vincent's hands roamed over her back, before reaching down to grasp her
rear end. Catherine moaned against his lips.
Pulling back, Vincent rested his forehead against hers. Both panted, trying
to catch their breaths. "I want you, Catherine. God help me, I want you!" he
panted into her ear.
Catherine pulled back, and looked him in the eyes. "Then take what you want,"
she whispered. Her hands came up to cup his cheeks. Vincent inhaled, her scent a
drug to him. They gazed at each other.....waiting.
Vincent's eyes flashed gold, and he felt the beast working its way to the
surface. He shook his head, trying to calm himself down. He couldn't beast out.
Not now.....
Catherine saw the struggle that raced through Vincent. She saw his eyes
change color, the way he clenched his fists at his sides. She knew he was
fighting to stay in control, to not let the beast out. Catherine closed her eyes
and breathed deeply. She took a step back, and sighed.
"It's okay, Vincent. I...can see you struggling. I don't want to make this
harder for you," Catherine said quietly. She took another step backward.
"I'm...um...gonna head to bed now. The....um.....the couch is all yours.
Goodnight," she said, before she raced into the bedroom. She shut the door
tightly behind her.
Vincent finally gained control of himself, and sighed deeply. Damn it!
After what just happened, Vincent was sure that he had lost his chance. His
hands came up, and he ran them through his hair roughly. DAMN
IT!!!
Vincent sat down heavily on the couch, pulling off the towel in the process.
He laid back against the small pillow, and draped the towel over his lower half.
He knew he would find no sleep on this night.
In the bedroom, Catherine's head rested against the door. She heard Vincent
sit on the couch and stretch out. She tried not to imagine what he would look
like without the towel on. Her breathing was choppy, as she tried to forget how
good Vincent had felt as they were pressed together. She had felt his erection,
and knew that he was just as turned on as she had been. Still
was....
She flopped onto the bed, and removed the towel. Placing a blanket over
herself, she sighed. She knew she would find no sleep on this night.
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING!
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
#-----
Chapter 1
By the time Vincent got his little tent set up, a light rain had started. He
glanced over at the little cabin, glad that Catherine was safely ensconced within
its warmth. As much as he had wanted to take her up on her offer of sharing the
cabin, he knew it was a bad idea. He was too unsure of himself to be alone with
her in said cabin.
God, he wanted her! He could admit to himself that he had always wanted her.
From that first moment in the woods, he had been drawn to Catherine Chandler. He
had watched over her and protected her in ways she wasn't even aware of. He had
kept much closer tabs on her over the years than she realized. He was her
shadow, her protector. But....he wanted to be so much more.
Vincent had watched Catherine grow into a beautiful, young woman. He had
despised all the asshole boyfriends she had been with over the years. In a way,
he also envied them. They got to be with her without fear of discovery. They
didn't have to stay hidden in the shadows. They could enjoy her company for
longer than snatched minutes. He sighed deeply. He looked at the cabin again. A
frown creased his mouth. He was a fool.
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From inside the cabin, Catherine watched Vincent put the tent together. He
had adamantly refused when she offered to share the cabin with him. She saw him
glance in her direction several times. She made sure to stand far enough away
from the window, so he couldn't see her watching him. Catherine chuckled softly.
Watching him was actually one of her favorite past times.
From that first moment in the woods, she had known he would never hurt her.
Even though she was concussed and bleeding, she had know, even then, that he
wasn't a bad person. He had saved her life. She only wished she had been able to
tell him "Thank You" all those years ago. Maybe, that was what she was doing
now. Thanking him for saving her life on that dark night, 9 years before.
Catherine giggled to herself when Vincent slid on the wet grass, barely
catching himself. He glanced sharply in her direction. Catherine's eyes widened.
Had he heard her? She stepped away from the window, not wanting Vincent
to think she was spying on him.
The rain was coming down harder when, several minutes later, a knock sounded
on the door. Catherine raced to open it. Vincent shook himself off, and
hesitantly stepped in the room. They stared at each other. Finally, Vincent
coughed, breaking the silence.
"So, um...do you need anything before I turn in? Firewood or...?" Vincent
said, glancing around the small room. Catherine sighed.
"No, I'm fine. Are you sure you don't want to stay in here? The rain is
coming down harder now."
Vincent shook his head sharply. "No! I mean.....that's okay. Rain doesn't
bother me."
"Vincent..." Catherine began, but he cut her off.
"It's fine, Catherine. Really. My brother's and I used to camp out in the
backyard all the time as kids."
Catherine nodded. "All right. Well...Goodnight Vincent. Sleep well."
"You too, Catherine. Goodnight," Vincent replied, before opening the door and
racing to the tent. Catherine shook her head again. Men are
so.....stubborn!
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Vincent was laying in the tent a few hours later, still wide awake. He could
hear the wind howling outside. The rain had started coming down even harder, and
it beat against the tent, making the tent groan and sway. Vincent was once again
thankful that Catherine was safe and dry in the cabin. He closed his eyes, and
tried to block out everything around him.
Suddenly, Vincent sat up straight, a growl escaping his throat. He shook
himself off, and looked up in disbelief at the hole that was currently over his
head. Damn it!! Vincent crawled out of the tent, and was immediately
doused with more rain. As he stood there trying to figure out how to cover the
hole, he caught Catherine's scent and swung around to face her.
"Get back inside!!" he shouted against the rain and wind. Catherine shook her
head.
"Come inside! It's raining too hard! You'll freeze out here."
"No! I'll be fine. Get back inside!" he repeated. Catherine grabbed his hand,
and tugged. Vincent held his ground.
"Vincent, please!!" she begged him. Vincent looked between her and the tent
several times. Finally, he picked her up in his arms, and raced them back to the
cabin. He deposited her inside, and stood on the small porch, shaking some of
the rain off.
"Come inside!" Catherine called from the door. Vincent shook his head.
"I'll sleep out here. It'll be fine," he said, barely meeting her gaze.
Catherine glared at him. "Vincent! Stop being stubborn! Get in here before
you catch pneumonia."
Vincent could see that she wasn't going to relent until he was inside, so
finally, he stepped inside. The heat from within hit his cold skin, and Vincent
immediately shivered. He stood awkwardly by the door, watching as Catherine
grabbed several towels and placed them on the small couch. She glanced up, and
realized he still stood by the door.
"Vincent, take those wet clothes off, now!" she said, broking no
argument. Vincent recoiled, pressing himself against the hard wood of the door.
He shook his head swiftly. Beads of water flung out around him. "Take them off,
or I will!"
Vincent looked around helplessly, suddenly wishing he was anywhere but here.
Catherine stood, her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. Finally,
Vincent shrugged out of his jacket, holding it in front of him, like a shield.
Catherine shook her head and chuckled softly. "Open the door, and squeeze as
much of the water out as you can. I'll lay the clothes by the fire to dry."
Vincent did as she said, squeezing the water out, before flinging the coat
toward her. His shoes came next, followed by his socks and shirt. He could feel
her gaze as he squeezed out the water from them. His skin turned pink under her
scrutiny. He stood, uncomfortably, in his soaked jeans.
"All of it, Vincent. Even your jeans and underwear," Catherine said, although
her face was also pink. Vincent swallowed convulsively.
"Um....can I.." He coughed and tried again. "Can I have a towel?"
She flung one at him, and turned to the task of laying out his clothes. She
could hear him struggle to get the wet jeans off, but didn't dare to look at
him. Seconds later, his jeans landed with a "splat" in front of her. Almost
immediately, his boxers were there as well. Catherine tried not to think about
the fact that Vincent stood naked just a few feet away from her. He walked up to
her, and pulled her to her feet sharply.
"Now, you," he said huskily. Catherine glanced down briefly, and caught the
towel wrapped around his waist. She forgot how to breathe. "Take them off, or I
will," he said, repeating her words back to her. Catherine turned red.
"Okay, fine. If you insist," she squeaked out. Her hands went to her top. She
started to pull it over her head. Vincent's eyes widened, and he turned around
swiftly, facing the door. Catherine chuckled, and pulled the top off. She
unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her sweatpants followed, and she
quickly wrapped a towel around herself.
"Underwear too," Vincent said, still facing the door. He heard her heartbeat
quicken. Seconds later, he heard her pull her underwear off as well. Turn
about was fair play.
"Okay, I'm decent," Catherine said a moment later. Vincent turned to face
her. Each stared at the other, both trying not to look lower than the other's
face. Both failed miserably.
Vincent forgot how to breathe as he took in Catherine, wrapped in a towel
that was barely big enough to cover everything of importance. He felt himself
begin to harden.
Catherine gazed at Vincent's chiseled chest and abs. He had a scar low on his
stomach that drew her gaze. She stepped closer, and trailed her fingers lightly
over it. "How did you get this?" she asked softly.
Vincent sucked in a ragged breath, her nearness reeking havoc on his senses.
He caught her fingers gently, and pulled them away from his body.
"Um.....Afghanistan. I got caught on the wrong end of a knife."
Catherine inhaled sharply. She nodded in understanding, deciding not to press
farther. She knew that Vincent didn't like to talk about his time overseas.
Awkward silence began to run between them. Vincent began rocking back and
forth, clearly uncomfortable. Catherine unconsciously clutched the towel
tighter. Finally, she gave a breathy laugh. Vincent glanced at her.
"Look at us. Geez, we are two adults here. It's not like either of us has
never seen the opposite sex without clothes on before. I mean, you were a
doctor. And, I'm sure you had plenty of girlfriends....before...." Catherine
said, babbling.
Vincent chuckled nervously. "Well, it has been awhile...."
"Oh.... OH!!! Of course it has. God, how stupid of me. Here I am, parading in
front of you in just this skimpy, little towel. I'm so sorry!" Catherine
exclaimed, smacking her forehead with the palm of her hand. She started to back
up, intending to grab clothes from the bedroom. Vincent's arm shot out, stilling
her movements.
Vincent stared at Catherine. Her skin was flushed and pink. Her heart rate
had spiked drastically. He looked into her eyes. They were dilated. He stepped
closer. Her breathing hitched, and she swallowed hard.
"Catherine...." he breathed out. He leaned in, until he was a hairsbreadth
away from her lips. She could feel his warm breath on her face, and she closed
her eyes as she closed the small distance between them. Her lips brushed gently
against his.
When he felt her lips against his, Vincent growled deep in his throat. He
pulled her tightly against him, and his lips slanted over hers hungrily.
Catherine whimpered against his lips, her hands coming up to wrap around his
neck. Vincent's hands roamed over her back, before reaching down to grasp her
rear end. Catherine moaned against his lips.
Pulling back, Vincent rested his forehead against hers. Both panted, trying
to catch their breaths. "I want you, Catherine. God help me, I want you!" he
panted into her ear.
Catherine pulled back, and looked him in the eyes. "Then take what you want,"
she whispered. Her hands came up to cup his cheeks. Vincent inhaled, her scent a
drug to him. They gazed at each other.....waiting.
Vincent's eyes flashed gold, and he felt the beast working its way to the
surface. He shook his head, trying to calm himself down. He couldn't beast out.
Not now.....
Catherine saw the struggle that raced through Vincent. She saw his eyes
change color, the way he clenched his fists at his sides. She knew he was
fighting to stay in control, to not let the beast out. Catherine closed her eyes
and breathed deeply. She took a step back, and sighed.
"It's okay, Vincent. I...can see you struggling. I don't want to make this
harder for you," Catherine said quietly. She took another step backward.
"I'm...um...gonna head to bed now. The....um.....the couch is all yours.
Goodnight," she said, before she raced into the bedroom. She shut the door
tightly behind her.
Vincent finally gained control of himself, and sighed deeply. Damn it!
After what just happened, Vincent was sure that he had lost his chance. His
hands came up, and he ran them through his hair roughly. DAMN
IT!!!
Vincent sat down heavily on the couch, pulling off the towel in the process.
He laid back against the small pillow, and draped the towel over his lower half.
He knew he would find no sleep on this night.
In the bedroom, Catherine's head rested against the door. She heard Vincent
sit on the couch and stretch out. She tried not to imagine what he would look
like without the towel on. Her breathing was choppy, as she tried to forget how
good Vincent had felt as they were pressed together. She had felt his erection,
and knew that he was just as turned on as she had been. Still
was....
She flopped onto the bed, and removed the towel. Placing a blanket over
herself, she sighed. She knew she would find no sleep on this night.
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