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 11
As Catherine continued to lick and suck on his cock, Vincent groaned.
Damn, she'll be the death of me. But, what a way it will be to go!
Vincent grasped her hair in his fist, and she responded by sucking harder. Her
hand came up to fondle what her mouth couldn't take. Vincent groaned again and
ground his head into the pillows. He thrust upwards, and Catherine sucked even
harder.
All too soon, he felt his balls start to tighten, and knew his orgasm was
rushing toward him. "Fuck.......coming....." he panted out. Catherine
hmmmm'ed, but continued her ministrations. Seconds later, he growled as
his orgasm hit him, and his hot cum shot into Catherine's mouth. She swallowed
it all, as she continued to suck on him, bleeding Vincent dry. He convulsed and
shook from the after effect.
With a satisfied grin on her face, Catherine sat up slowly, and licked her
lips. He laid there, panting, as she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling
it slowly, teasingly over her head. His eyes feasted on her breasts,
encased in a flimsy wisp of a bra. He groaned as she reached behind herself,
unhooking the clasp. Her breasts spilled out, and he honed in on her dark
nipples. Vincent started to salivate.
Catherine reached up, pinching one of her nipples between her nimble fingers.
She rolled it and squeezed, which elicited another moan from Vincent. She
continued to tease him further, as she pushed her other hand into the waistband
of her shorts, and he could tell she had dipped her fingers into her sweetness
when she moaned. Her hand moved faster, and Vincent could take no more.
Catherine squeaked when Vincent pounced on her, tumbling her to the bed under
him. She felt his renewed erection and smiled. Instantly, his lips latched onto
hers, as his hands made short work of her shorts and underwear. She arched
upward as his fingers thrust into her. "More, Vincent.....I need more.." she
panted. He thrust his fingers harder, his thumb strumming the bundle of her
desire. She could feel her orgasm building as he continued his assault. "God
Vincent! Fuck me already!!!" she screeched. Seconds later, she gasped as
he thrust into her, lifting her off the bed. He thrust hard into her warmth,
setting a pace that made her scream his name. When her orgasm hit, she felt like
she was floating, her body riding above the waves of the ocean.
He grunted and spilled himself inside her, her name falling from his lips. He
collapsed beside her, panting hard. They laid beside each other, regaining their
breath.
Finally, Vincent propped himself up on his hand. He looked down at her. On
his face was an emotion that Catherine couldn't read. "What?" she asked
quietly.
He stared at her. "Catherine....." he started, then stopped and ducked his
head. She gave him a questioning look.
"What is it, Vincent? You can tell me anything. You know that," she said, a
little scared. He shook his head.
"It will change everything between us," he said, still looking down.
Catherine grasped his head, and pulled it up. She looked deep into his eyes.
"I don't care. Tell me anyways."
Vincent started breathing harder, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He
looked into her eyes and saw her acceptance. He drew a deep breath.
"Iwantyoutomoveinwithme," he said in a rush. She barked out a laugh.
"Come again?" she asked. Vincent sighed.
"I...want you....to....move in.....with....me," he said, drawing out the
statement. Catherine's eyes widened.
"Um, you do realize that I, in fact, already live with you. Or, did
you miss the fact that my name is next to yours on the rental agreement for this
apartment?" she said, chuckling. The laughter died in her throat when she saw
disappointment cross his face. "You're being serious, aren't you?"
He sprawled back on the bed, and rubbed his hand over his face. He sighed
deeply. "Just....forget it. It's a stupid idea anyway," he said, as he started
to roll off the bed. Catherine reached out, and touched his arm.
"Vincent, wait. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed." She felt his arm tense
under her hand. She scooted forward, and pressed herself against him. He inhaled
deeply, but didn't move otherwise. "What do you mean by "move in with you?"
He rolled back to face her. "I want you to move all the stuff out of this
room, and put it in my room. I want my wife to share my room with
me....at least until this ends. I mean, we are married. Would it be such
a bad thing to share a bedroom? Christ, you pretty much live in there
anyways."
"Vincent, why would that change everything between us? I don't
understand."
"Because, now you still have the option of staying in this room. If
you move into my room, it would become our room. Your clothes
would hang in the closet beside mine. We would have a "my side, your side" bed.
You said you wanted this to be real. This is a real as it could get," he said,
hanging his head again.
"I still don't understand why it would change things?" Catherine said.
"Because....if you move into my room......I might never want to let you
go," he admitted, so quietly that Catherine barely heard him.
"We are married, Vincent. The answer is yes," she said, a smile on her face.
Vincent's head snapped up. He searched her face, his lighting up in a smile as
well. He grasped the back of her head, and pulled her forward. He kissed her
lips, before nuzzling his nose into her hair. He murmured something, but
Catherine was sure she heard it wrong.
There was no way in the world he had just said..."I love
you."
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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 11
As Catherine continued to lick and suck on his cock, Vincent groaned.
Damn, she'll be the death of me. But, what a way it will be to go!
Vincent grasped her hair in his fist, and she responded by sucking harder. Her
hand came up to fondle what her mouth couldn't take. Vincent groaned again and
ground his head into the pillows. He thrust upwards, and Catherine sucked even
harder.
All too soon, he felt his balls start to tighten, and knew his orgasm was
rushing toward him. "Fuck.......coming....." he panted out. Catherine
hmmmm'ed, but continued her ministrations. Seconds later, he growled as
his orgasm hit him, and his hot cum shot into Catherine's mouth. She swallowed
it all, as she continued to suck on him, bleeding Vincent dry. He convulsed and
shook from the after effect.
With a satisfied grin on her face, Catherine sat up slowly, and licked her
lips. He laid there, panting, as she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling
it slowly, teasingly over her head. His eyes feasted on her breasts,
encased in a flimsy wisp of a bra. He groaned as she reached behind herself,
unhooking the clasp. Her breasts spilled out, and he honed in on her dark
nipples. Vincent started to salivate.
Catherine reached up, pinching one of her nipples between her nimble fingers.
She rolled it and squeezed, which elicited another moan from Vincent. She
continued to tease him further, as she pushed her other hand into the waistband
of her shorts, and he could tell she had dipped her fingers into her sweetness
when she moaned. Her hand moved faster, and Vincent could take no more.
Catherine squeaked when Vincent pounced on her, tumbling her to the bed under
him. She felt his renewed erection and smiled. Instantly, his lips latched onto
hers, as his hands made short work of her shorts and underwear. She arched
upward as his fingers thrust into her. "More, Vincent.....I need more.." she
panted. He thrust his fingers harder, his thumb strumming the bundle of her
desire. She could feel her orgasm building as he continued his assault. "God
Vincent! Fuck me already!!!" she screeched. Seconds later, she gasped as
he thrust into her, lifting her off the bed. He thrust hard into her warmth,
setting a pace that made her scream his name. When her orgasm hit, she felt like
she was floating, her body riding above the waves of the ocean.
He grunted and spilled himself inside her, her name falling from his lips. He
collapsed beside her, panting hard. They laid beside each other, regaining their
breath.
Finally, Vincent propped himself up on his hand. He looked down at her. On
his face was an emotion that Catherine couldn't read. "What?" she asked
quietly.
He stared at her. "Catherine....." he started, then stopped and ducked his
head. She gave him a questioning look.
"What is it, Vincent? You can tell me anything. You know that," she said, a
little scared. He shook his head.
"It will change everything between us," he said, still looking down.
Catherine grasped his head, and pulled it up. She looked deep into his eyes.
"I don't care. Tell me anyways."
Vincent started breathing harder, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He
looked into her eyes and saw her acceptance. He drew a deep breath.
"Iwantyoutomoveinwithme," he said in a rush. She barked out a laugh.
"Come again?" she asked. Vincent sighed.
"I...want you....to....move in.....with....me," he said, drawing out the
statement. Catherine's eyes widened.
"Um, you do realize that I, in fact, already live with you. Or, did
you miss the fact that my name is next to yours on the rental agreement for this
apartment?" she said, chuckling. The laughter died in her throat when she saw
disappointment cross his face. "You're being serious, aren't you?"
He sprawled back on the bed, and rubbed his hand over his face. He sighed
deeply. "Just....forget it. It's a stupid idea anyway," he said, as he started
to roll off the bed. Catherine reached out, and touched his arm.
"Vincent, wait. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed." She felt his arm tense
under her hand. She scooted forward, and pressed herself against him. He inhaled
deeply, but didn't move otherwise. "What do you mean by "move in with you?"
He rolled back to face her. "I want you to move all the stuff out of this
room, and put it in my room. I want my wife to share my room with
me....at least until this ends. I mean, we are married. Would it be such
a bad thing to share a bedroom? Christ, you pretty much live in there
anyways."
"Vincent, why would that change everything between us? I don't
understand."
"Because, now you still have the option of staying in this room. If
you move into my room, it would become our room. Your clothes
would hang in the closet beside mine. We would have a "my side, your side" bed.
You said you wanted this to be real. This is a real as it could get," he said,
hanging his head again.
"I still don't understand why it would change things?" Catherine said.
"Because....if you move into my room......I might never want to let you
go," he admitted, so quietly that Catherine barely heard him.
"We are married, Vincent. The answer is yes," she said, a smile on her face.
Vincent's head snapped up. He searched her face, his lighting up in a smile as
well. He grasped the back of her head, and pulled her forward. He kissed her
lips, before nuzzling his nose into her hair. He murmured something, but
Catherine was sure she heard it wrong.
There was no way in the world he had just said..."I love
you."
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