The Same Last Name
Disclaimer: This is an original piece based on a book of the same title by
Kathleen Gilles Seidel. No copyright infringement is meant and all rights for
Beauty and the Beast characters belong to CBS and the CW Network.
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, ETC. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, SCRAM!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE YOU!
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Chapter 11
The bonfire was blazing, and everyone gathered around it. Someone had brought
a guitar with them, so the group was singing campfire songs.
Several feet away, hidden behind some thick trees, Vincent and Catherine were
kissing passionately. His hands were caressing her breasts, molding and shaping.
Catherine moaned into his mouth, her hands playing along the muscles in his
back. He ground his erection against her, causing Catherine to pull him tighter.
They sank to the sand, and Vincent sucked on her neck, nipping gently.
Catherine arched her neck, giving him better access. He growled, and pressed her
deeper into the sand.
Coming up for air, they stared at each other, panting.
"Are we crazy? God, we are acting like a couple of horny teenagers," Vincent
panted. Catherine chuckled.
"I know," she agreed. Vincent laughed and played with the strap of her dress.
Then, he sighed.
"Sex was never the problem. In that arena, we've always been compatible."
Catherine's eyes became troubled. "It was everything else that we had
problems with."
"Catherine, what I said before, it's the truth. I do want you. I've always
wanted you. You have always been such a kind, beautiful, caring person. I don't
want you to think I'm just using you for sex. I genuinely enjoy your company. I
guess I forgot what it was like to be around you. I've missed it. I've missed
you..." Vincent confessed.
"I've missed you too. I should never have disappeared like that. I should
have left a note or something. I was just so young and immature. I thought a
clean break would make your life easier. I thought you could move on better that
way."
"I've never really moved on," Vincent mumbled. Catherine was shocked.
Quickly, he explained his statement. "I hurt you so badly. I've tried to get
over that, but I can't seem to. Catherine, everything that happened before us
and between us molded us, made us who we are now. If those events had never
happened, we never would have met. You would have gone to College, met someone
else, had a family. I ruined your life."
Catherine cupped his cheeks. Pulling him close, she said, "No, you didn't. My
life was never perfect. My mother was sick for months, and never told us. If she
had, maybe losing her wouldn't have made my father start drinking. My life was
already ruined when we met. I know you think you made me miserable, but you
didn't. Yes, maybe I felt unloved, but I knew that when we married. Our life
together, however brief, actually helped me. I have a job that I love. I have
great friends. And because of all that, I got to see you again. Maybe this is a
way for the two of us to get the forgiveness we so obviously need. Maybe it's
fate that we met again."
Vincent smiled and kissed her gently. "I've never met another woman like you,
ever. You are one of a kind."
"Well, I can say the same for you. I've never met another man like you,
either."
"I've been thinking about something. I know it's crazy, but, hear me out. I
want you to come back to New York City with me when we leave. I want you to move
back in with me."
Catherine stared at him. "New York City?"
"I know, I know. You have a life here. I get that. But, I want you back in my
life. Do you feel the same?"
"Well, yes. What would happen though? Would we be friends, friends with
benefits? What if I meet someone, or you do? How would we explain our living
arrangement? "Hi, this is my ex-husband, but we still hook up occasionally.
Would that be a problem?" Catherine said, as if she were talking to a new
boyfriend.
Vincent sighed. "Yeah, you're right. It's a dumb idea. I just....don't want
to lose you again," he confessed.
"We can call each other, or e-mail. There's Skype, too," Catherine said.
Vincent nodded. He mumbled something, but it was hard to hear. It sounded like
he said, "Maybe I want more," but she had to be wrong. He didn't love her. She
knew that.
They became aware that the beach had become silent. They had been so
engrossed in their conversation and each other that they hadn't noticed the
others had left the beach.
Standing up, they brushed the sand off their clothes. Walking back to the
spa, they held hands. Vincent was strangely quiet. He walked her to her
apartment. At her door, her kissed her.
"Do you want to come in?" Catherine asked. Vincent shook his head.
"I can't. If I do, I may never leave," he told her quietly.
"I know...."
Vincent met her eyes. "Before we go any farther, I have one more confession
to make."
"And that is....."
He pulled her close, and rested his forehead against hers. "This isn't just
an affair to me. It isn't just sex. It means more to me. You mean more to
me...."
"Vincent....make love to me."
Opening her door, they stepped inside. The click of the lock sounded.
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Taking his hand, Catherine lead him to the bedroom. He pulled her closer,
kissing her gently. His hands wrapped around her, and Catherine heard the zipper
of her dress being lowered. Her dress pooled at her feet. She kicked off her
sandals. Vincent pulled back, and took her in. She stood before him in silk
panties and nothing else. His jeans got tighter.
Reaching toward him, she grabbed the hem of his shirt, and tugged upward. He
pulled it over his head in one movement. His hands went to his belt. Catherine
stopped him. "Let me," she whispered. Swiftly, she undid the belt and reached
for the button at his waist. Popping the button, she pulled down the zipper at
his fly. Catherine pulled his jeans down, and he kicked out of them. He kicked
off his shoes at the same time. His boxer briefs tented outward.
Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their chests crushed
together, their mouths fusing. Gently, he laid her back on her bed, his body
following her down. Hands explored and caressed hot flesh.
His hands trailed down, catching the waistband of her panties. She lifted her
hips, and he pulled them down. Her hands landed on his waist, and she pushed his
boxer briefs down, his strong erection springing up.
Vincent kissed and caressed her heated body. He suckled at her breasts, as
she fisted handfuls of his hair. One of his hands strayed downward, and
Catherine felt his fingers playing at the folds of her entrance. One of his
fingers slipped inside. Catherine arched upward, gasping, and Vincent smiled
against her skin.
He moved his finger in and out, mimicking what he wanted his body to be
doing. Adding a second finger, Catherine moaned and said," Faster,
Vincent...faster...."
His fingers moved faster, getting coated by her juices. He flicked her little
nub, and Catherine cried out, "Vincent!" as he felt her contract around his
fingers. Withdrawing his fingers, he placed them in his mouth, tasting the sweet
nectar. Catherine panted, and watched him through passion filled eyes.
"Now, Vincent. I need you now...."
Climbing her body, Vincent settled himself at her entrance and pushed inside
with one smooth thrust. Both of them sighed at the contact. He moved slowly,
wanting this session to last as long as possible. Catherine pulled him close,
her hands grasping his ass. He felt her nails dig in, but he didn't care. He
gave up on slow, and started thrusting harder.
Their breathing grew faster and their bodies grew slicker. Harder and harder,
Vincent thrust inside her, making her writhe and moan. He felt her walls
contracting again, and heard her cry his name again. "Vincent, I'm
coming...."
He felt his own orgasm racing toward him, and sped up even more. Within
seconds, he groaned out, "Catherine..." and his hot cum shot into her, her walls
milking him dry. He collapsed on her, his body depleted. Catherine sighed under
him, and ran her fingernails along his back. He pulled up to look into her eyes.
She gazed back at him and smiled.
Pulling out, he pulled her toward him. They covered themselves with a light
blanket, and closed their eyes, drifting to sleep within minutes of each other.
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Disclaimer: This is an original piece based on a book of the same title by
Kathleen Gilles Seidel. No copyright infringement is meant and all rights for
Beauty and the Beast characters belong to CBS and the CW Network.
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, ETC. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, SCRAM!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE YOU!
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Chapter 11
The bonfire was blazing, and everyone gathered around it. Someone had brought
a guitar with them, so the group was singing campfire songs.
Several feet away, hidden behind some thick trees, Vincent and Catherine were
kissing passionately. His hands were caressing her breasts, molding and shaping.
Catherine moaned into his mouth, her hands playing along the muscles in his
back. He ground his erection against her, causing Catherine to pull him tighter.
They sank to the sand, and Vincent sucked on her neck, nipping gently.
Catherine arched her neck, giving him better access. He growled, and pressed her
deeper into the sand.
Coming up for air, they stared at each other, panting.
"Are we crazy? God, we are acting like a couple of horny teenagers," Vincent
panted. Catherine chuckled.
"I know," she agreed. Vincent laughed and played with the strap of her dress.
Then, he sighed.
"Sex was never the problem. In that arena, we've always been compatible."
Catherine's eyes became troubled. "It was everything else that we had
problems with."
"Catherine, what I said before, it's the truth. I do want you. I've always
wanted you. You have always been such a kind, beautiful, caring person. I don't
want you to think I'm just using you for sex. I genuinely enjoy your company. I
guess I forgot what it was like to be around you. I've missed it. I've missed
you..." Vincent confessed.
"I've missed you too. I should never have disappeared like that. I should
have left a note or something. I was just so young and immature. I thought a
clean break would make your life easier. I thought you could move on better that
way."
"I've never really moved on," Vincent mumbled. Catherine was shocked.
Quickly, he explained his statement. "I hurt you so badly. I've tried to get
over that, but I can't seem to. Catherine, everything that happened before us
and between us molded us, made us who we are now. If those events had never
happened, we never would have met. You would have gone to College, met someone
else, had a family. I ruined your life."
Catherine cupped his cheeks. Pulling him close, she said, "No, you didn't. My
life was never perfect. My mother was sick for months, and never told us. If she
had, maybe losing her wouldn't have made my father start drinking. My life was
already ruined when we met. I know you think you made me miserable, but you
didn't. Yes, maybe I felt unloved, but I knew that when we married. Our life
together, however brief, actually helped me. I have a job that I love. I have
great friends. And because of all that, I got to see you again. Maybe this is a
way for the two of us to get the forgiveness we so obviously need. Maybe it's
fate that we met again."
Vincent smiled and kissed her gently. "I've never met another woman like you,
ever. You are one of a kind."
"Well, I can say the same for you. I've never met another man like you,
either."
"I've been thinking about something. I know it's crazy, but, hear me out. I
want you to come back to New York City with me when we leave. I want you to move
back in with me."
Catherine stared at him. "New York City?"
"I know, I know. You have a life here. I get that. But, I want you back in my
life. Do you feel the same?"
"Well, yes. What would happen though? Would we be friends, friends with
benefits? What if I meet someone, or you do? How would we explain our living
arrangement? "Hi, this is my ex-husband, but we still hook up occasionally.
Would that be a problem?" Catherine said, as if she were talking to a new
boyfriend.
Vincent sighed. "Yeah, you're right. It's a dumb idea. I just....don't want
to lose you again," he confessed.
"We can call each other, or e-mail. There's Skype, too," Catherine said.
Vincent nodded. He mumbled something, but it was hard to hear. It sounded like
he said, "Maybe I want more," but she had to be wrong. He didn't love her. She
knew that.
They became aware that the beach had become silent. They had been so
engrossed in their conversation and each other that they hadn't noticed the
others had left the beach.
Standing up, they brushed the sand off their clothes. Walking back to the
spa, they held hands. Vincent was strangely quiet. He walked her to her
apartment. At her door, her kissed her.
"Do you want to come in?" Catherine asked. Vincent shook his head.
"I can't. If I do, I may never leave," he told her quietly.
"I know...."
Vincent met her eyes. "Before we go any farther, I have one more confession
to make."
"And that is....."
He pulled her close, and rested his forehead against hers. "This isn't just
an affair to me. It isn't just sex. It means more to me. You mean more to
me...."
"Vincent....make love to me."
Opening her door, they stepped inside. The click of the lock sounded.
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Taking his hand, Catherine lead him to the bedroom. He pulled her closer,
kissing her gently. His hands wrapped around her, and Catherine heard the zipper
of her dress being lowered. Her dress pooled at her feet. She kicked off her
sandals. Vincent pulled back, and took her in. She stood before him in silk
panties and nothing else. His jeans got tighter.
Reaching toward him, she grabbed the hem of his shirt, and tugged upward. He
pulled it over his head in one movement. His hands went to his belt. Catherine
stopped him. "Let me," she whispered. Swiftly, she undid the belt and reached
for the button at his waist. Popping the button, she pulled down the zipper at
his fly. Catherine pulled his jeans down, and he kicked out of them. He kicked
off his shoes at the same time. His boxer briefs tented outward.
Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their chests crushed
together, their mouths fusing. Gently, he laid her back on her bed, his body
following her down. Hands explored and caressed hot flesh.
His hands trailed down, catching the waistband of her panties. She lifted her
hips, and he pulled them down. Her hands landed on his waist, and she pushed his
boxer briefs down, his strong erection springing up.
Vincent kissed and caressed her heated body. He suckled at her breasts, as
she fisted handfuls of his hair. One of his hands strayed downward, and
Catherine felt his fingers playing at the folds of her entrance. One of his
fingers slipped inside. Catherine arched upward, gasping, and Vincent smiled
against her skin.
He moved his finger in and out, mimicking what he wanted his body to be
doing. Adding a second finger, Catherine moaned and said," Faster,
Vincent...faster...."
His fingers moved faster, getting coated by her juices. He flicked her little
nub, and Catherine cried out, "Vincent!" as he felt her contract around his
fingers. Withdrawing his fingers, he placed them in his mouth, tasting the sweet
nectar. Catherine panted, and watched him through passion filled eyes.
"Now, Vincent. I need you now...."
Climbing her body, Vincent settled himself at her entrance and pushed inside
with one smooth thrust. Both of them sighed at the contact. He moved slowly,
wanting this session to last as long as possible. Catherine pulled him close,
her hands grasping his ass. He felt her nails dig in, but he didn't care. He
gave up on slow, and started thrusting harder.
Their breathing grew faster and their bodies grew slicker. Harder and harder,
Vincent thrust inside her, making her writhe and moan. He felt her walls
contracting again, and heard her cry his name again. "Vincent, I'm
coming...."
He felt his own orgasm racing toward him, and sped up even more. Within
seconds, he groaned out, "Catherine..." and his hot cum shot into her, her walls
milking him dry. He collapsed on her, his body depleted. Catherine sighed under
him, and ran her fingernails along his back. He pulled up to look into her eyes.
She gazed back at him and smiled.
Pulling out, he pulled her toward him. They covered themselves with a light
blanket, and closed their eyes, drifting to sleep within minutes of each other.
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