Accidentally Wedded
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!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND POSSIBLE REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM!
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 10
When Catherine opened her eyes several hours later, she realized she wasn't
alone in her bed. Vincent was beside her, sound asleep. She was curled up
against his chest, and his arm was around her. How he had managed that without
her knowledge was beyond her. But, she was glad. It gave her a chance to study
him unawares.
He was a handsome devil, with his brownish-black hair, and expressive brown
eyes. She loved that he was so much taller than her. She could cuddle in all the
right spots. She frowned at the long scar that marred his otherwise perfect
cheek. A couple years ago, he had been assisting another doctor with a patient,
who at first glance, was harmless. When Vincent had approached him with a
syringe to help ease his pain, the guy had pulled a large knife from his boot,
and slashed Vincent from the corner of his eye to the corner of his lip. Even
though he had gotten it stitched up right away, the damage was done. Catherine
still wanted to find the guy and castrate him for doing that to Vincent.
She could still remember how horrified she was when he came home from work
that night....
She had been in the kitchen making dinner, when she heard the front door open
and close. Vincent walked into the kitchen, immediately heading to the fridge.
He grabbed a beer, and guzzled it down. Not once did he turn in her
direction.
"Bad day at work?" she asked, trying not to laugh. She watched as he grabbed
a second one, and knocked that one back as well. Her eyebrow raised.
"Okay.....must have been a really bad day at work."
Vincent sighed, and finally turned toward her. She gasped, and dropped the
plate in her hand. It fell unheeded to the floor, as she rushed toward him.
"Vincent!! My God!! What happened? Are you alright? Are you in any pain? What
can I do to help?" she fired off in rapid succession. She reached up her hand
toward his cheek, just brushing the skin lightly. Vincent shuddered and closed
his eyes. His hand came up to cup hers, before he opened his eyes again and
looked into hers. "Vincent...." Catherine breathed out.
Vincent shook himself. He stepped away from Catherine. She was suddenly
disappointed at the loss of contact. For a second, she thought he would.....
Get a grip, Chandler. You've been his roommate for 4 years. If he felt
that way about you, he would have done something about it already. Just
because you like him, doesn't mean those feelings are reciprocated...
Vincent walked into the living room and sat down. He leaned his head against
the back of the couch. Catherine approached him quietly. She sat beside him and
waited. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Guy I was trying to help knifed me. I'll be alright, but I'll definitely
have a scar for life. It hurts like a bitch, but the pain meds they gave me will
hopefully kick in soon. As for how you can help me....." he said, answering her
previous questions. He let the last one hang, though.
Catherine leaned closer. "I'll do anything I can to help you. You know
that..." she said, as she gently placed her hand on his face again. Vincent
stared at her, and Catherine swore his eyes darkened. Then he pulled away,
turning his head to the side.
Suddenly, he stood up. "I'm gonna go lay down. The pain meds are kicking in.
Can you save some dinner for me? I'll eat it later," he said, keeping his back
to her. He went into his room and shut the door.
Catherine was baffled. Why had he done that?
Catherine came out of her memory when Vincent stirred beside her. He opened
his eyes and looked down at her. He smiled when he saw she was awake.
"Hey, beautiful! How are you feeling?" he asked her, his hand tracing over
the knot on her forehead.
"Better. No headache, thank God. Have you been in here this whole time?"
"Off and on. I came in several times to check on you. I finally decided I was
just gonna sleep in here with you."
Her hand came up to trace his scar. "I was remembering the day you got
this."
He sighed, remembering that day as well. When Catherine had been so close to
him and touching him, it was all he could do not to kiss her senseless. He had
gone into his room because he didn't want her to see the....effect....she
had on his body.
"It's in the past. Better left there."
"But...Vincent..."
He growled, and pinned her to the bed. "I think you need a distraction.
Besides, I can think of other things that pretty little mouth of yours can be
doing. Are you feeling up to it?"
Instead of answering, she pulled him toward her, sighing as his hand caressed
her breast. He growled again when her hand traveled south, grasping him through
his pants. She gave him a sultry smile.
"Where do you want my pretty little mouth, Dr Keller?" she said, as her mouth
reached where her hand was. She pulled his erection free, and took him into her
mouth.
"Fuuuccccckkkkk........." Vincent breathed out, fisting the sheets.
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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!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND POSSIBLE REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM!
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 10
When Catherine opened her eyes several hours later, she realized she wasn't
alone in her bed. Vincent was beside her, sound asleep. She was curled up
against his chest, and his arm was around her. How he had managed that without
her knowledge was beyond her. But, she was glad. It gave her a chance to study
him unawares.
He was a handsome devil, with his brownish-black hair, and expressive brown
eyes. She loved that he was so much taller than her. She could cuddle in all the
right spots. She frowned at the long scar that marred his otherwise perfect
cheek. A couple years ago, he had been assisting another doctor with a patient,
who at first glance, was harmless. When Vincent had approached him with a
syringe to help ease his pain, the guy had pulled a large knife from his boot,
and slashed Vincent from the corner of his eye to the corner of his lip. Even
though he had gotten it stitched up right away, the damage was done. Catherine
still wanted to find the guy and castrate him for doing that to Vincent.
She could still remember how horrified she was when he came home from work
that night....
She had been in the kitchen making dinner, when she heard the front door open
and close. Vincent walked into the kitchen, immediately heading to the fridge.
He grabbed a beer, and guzzled it down. Not once did he turn in her
direction.
"Bad day at work?" she asked, trying not to laugh. She watched as he grabbed
a second one, and knocked that one back as well. Her eyebrow raised.
"Okay.....must have been a really bad day at work."
Vincent sighed, and finally turned toward her. She gasped, and dropped the
plate in her hand. It fell unheeded to the floor, as she rushed toward him.
"Vincent!! My God!! What happened? Are you alright? Are you in any pain? What
can I do to help?" she fired off in rapid succession. She reached up her hand
toward his cheek, just brushing the skin lightly. Vincent shuddered and closed
his eyes. His hand came up to cup hers, before he opened his eyes again and
looked into hers. "Vincent...." Catherine breathed out.
Vincent shook himself. He stepped away from Catherine. She was suddenly
disappointed at the loss of contact. For a second, she thought he would.....
Get a grip, Chandler. You've been his roommate for 4 years. If he felt
that way about you, he would have done something about it already. Just
because you like him, doesn't mean those feelings are reciprocated...
Vincent walked into the living room and sat down. He leaned his head against
the back of the couch. Catherine approached him quietly. She sat beside him and
waited. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Guy I was trying to help knifed me. I'll be alright, but I'll definitely
have a scar for life. It hurts like a bitch, but the pain meds they gave me will
hopefully kick in soon. As for how you can help me....." he said, answering her
previous questions. He let the last one hang, though.
Catherine leaned closer. "I'll do anything I can to help you. You know
that..." she said, as she gently placed her hand on his face again. Vincent
stared at her, and Catherine swore his eyes darkened. Then he pulled away,
turning his head to the side.
Suddenly, he stood up. "I'm gonna go lay down. The pain meds are kicking in.
Can you save some dinner for me? I'll eat it later," he said, keeping his back
to her. He went into his room and shut the door.
Catherine was baffled. Why had he done that?
Catherine came out of her memory when Vincent stirred beside her. He opened
his eyes and looked down at her. He smiled when he saw she was awake.
"Hey, beautiful! How are you feeling?" he asked her, his hand tracing over
the knot on her forehead.
"Better. No headache, thank God. Have you been in here this whole time?"
"Off and on. I came in several times to check on you. I finally decided I was
just gonna sleep in here with you."
Her hand came up to trace his scar. "I was remembering the day you got
this."
He sighed, remembering that day as well. When Catherine had been so close to
him and touching him, it was all he could do not to kiss her senseless. He had
gone into his room because he didn't want her to see the....effect....she
had on his body.
"It's in the past. Better left there."
"But...Vincent..."
He growled, and pinned her to the bed. "I think you need a distraction.
Besides, I can think of other things that pretty little mouth of yours can be
doing. Are you feeling up to it?"
Instead of answering, she pulled him toward her, sighing as his hand caressed
her breast. He growled again when her hand traveled south, grasping him through
his pants. She gave him a sultry smile.
"Where do you want my pretty little mouth, Dr Keller?" she said, as her mouth
reached where her hand was. She pulled his erection free, and took him into her
mouth.
"Fuuuccccckkkkk........." Vincent breathed out, fisting the sheets.
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