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 12
Over the next few days, Catherine moved her things into Vincent's room.
Vincent offered to help several times, but Catherine refused, telling him it was
just easier for her to do it herself.
At one point, he watched her try to drag her heavy dresser across the living
room floor. "Catherine..." he sighed, "I do have a dresser in there that
you can use. Say the word, and I'll make room."
Catherine stopped trying to push the monstrosity that was her dresser, and
gave Vincent a dirty look. "Yours isn't big enough. It's only 3
drawers. This..."she said, patting the dresser, "has 8 drawers!"
He rolled his eyes, but held his tongue. Women! Why do they need so many
freaking clothes? "Sweetheart," he said, getting off the couch, "At least
let me help you push this then. We wouldn't want to have to make a trip to the
hospital, because you were to stubborn to ask for my help, would we?"
Catherine sighed. "Fine! Push on the other end if it makes you so damn
happy."
Vincent chuckled, earning him a glare from Catherine. "It doesn't make me
happy. I just happen to be stronger than you, and can get it in the room faster,
that's all."
Catherine stepped away from the dresser and smirked. "Well.....since you are
so much stronger than me, you push the damn thing in your room, then."
She took off toward her room, leaving Vincent gaping at her. Seconds later, he
shook his head and closed his eyes.
Little wench did that on purpose! Well played, my dear. Well played....
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Vincent realized something was off when he tried to find his scrubs for work.
He pulled out the drawer he always kept them in. Catherine's work out clothes
were there instead. He opened another drawer. Catherine's trouser pants were all
in that one. He glanced in the closet. His clothes had been pushed to the far
side, leaving Catherine's in prominent display.
"Catherine!!!!!" he bellowed.
Catherine peeked her head around the door. "Yes, Vincent?" she asked sweetly.
He stared at her.
"When I asked you to move in here with me, I meant share my room,
not take it over! Where the hell are my scrubs? I have to go to
work!"
She walked over to the dresser he stood in front of, and opened the bottom
drawer. Stuffed into it were his scrubs. She grabbed a pair and handed them to
him. He scowled, and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the bed. He
grabbed the scrub top and pulled it on.
"Why the hell did you move them to the bottom drawer? They were fine where
they were," he complained. She shrugged.
"I was trying some things out, that's all."
He pulled on the scrub bottoms, and faced her. "Experiment with your
"8 dresser drawers" then. Leave mine alone!" he huffed out, before
walking around her and heading toward the front door.
"Have a good day at work, dear!" Catherine called out. She heard
Vincent grumble something, before she heard the front door open and shut. She
giggled to herself.
Thank God he didn't look at the closet too closely......
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The next couple months passed quickly. Soon, it was time for the annual
Christmas party at Catherine's precinct.
Vincent sat on the couch, and glanced at his watch for the umpteenth
time. "Catherine? Come on already! You planning on going to this party
before New Years?"
From the bathroom he heard, "Alright! Jesus, give me a freaking
minute!"
He rolled his eyes. "I've already given you 120 of them," he muttered to
himself. He laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.
A gentle clearing of a throat brought his head back up. He stared at the
vision in front of him. She was wearing the dress from their wedding night. His
dick hardened instantly. She twirled around, and Vincent tried not to groan out
loud.
"Well? Was it worth the wait?" she asked, coming over to sit on his lap. She
felt his erection and giggled. "I'd say that is a big "Yes!"
He kissed the top of her head. "Tease..."
"Not me, sir. I never tease."
"Riiiigggghhhtttt. You tease me every time you wear this dress."
She looked down at herself, for the first time realizing exactly which
dress she had put on. "Oh...uh....um..." she sputtered out.
Vincent pulled her closer, kissing her lips. He pulled back with a smile. "I
never said it was a bad thing."
"So, you like the dress then?" she asked him.
"Like it? Honey, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you
every time you wear that damn thing! It just screams, "Fuck
me!!"
"Hmmmm...." she said, strumming her lip with her nail. "Guess I chose well
than, huh?" she teased him. He growled.
"Very well....." he said, before covering her lips again....
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"Catherine.....there's something I've wanted to talk to you about. Something
that's been on my mind for a long time. And....I want to say it before we get
too fucking hammered to remember our names," Vincent told her. They had moved to
a table and were tossing back more shots. She looked at him, worry in her eyes.
"Vincent...what is it? What's bothering you?" Catherine asked, reaching for
his hand. He grasped it, and looked into her eyes.
"Catherine, I..." he started, but was interrupted by another male voice.
"Hello, you sexy little thing! Can I buy you a drink, love?" the guy said,
and Vincent's hackles went up. The guy slithered up to Catherine and boldly took
in her cleavage.
"Do you have eyes? The lady is with me!" Vincent growled out. The guy
glanced at him, and then down at Catherine's ring finger.
"Well, friend. She ain't wearing a wedding ring. So, by my way of thinking,
that means she is a free agent."
"She's taken, asshole! She doesn't need a ring for me to prove it to
you."
The guy ignored Vincent, and turned toward Catherine. "What do you say honey?
Wanna dance?"
Vincent stood up and towered over the ass. "Leave.......Now!!!!" he gritted
out. He reached out to grab the guy, when he felt Catherine's hand on his arm.
He looked down at her.
"Calm down, Vincent. You don't need to go all caveman on the poor guy. He
just asked me to dance, not to marry him."
"Well, he isn't getting that dance!" Vincent gritted out. Catherine stared at
him.
"You don't own me, Vincent Keller. He's right. I don't have a wedding
ring on, so I am a free agent." she said, breezily, as she started to
stand up.
"Looks like the lady has spoken, Vincent," the guy said, mockery in his
voice.
Vincent glared at the guy. He pulled back his fist and swung. Blood spurted
out of the guys nose, causing Catherine to gasp.
"What the fuck did you do that for, Vincent??" Catherine said, her mouth
gaping open.
"You may not have a wedding ring now, but that is gonna change." He grabbed
her and pulled her close. "I'm in love with you, Catherine! Marry me!"
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"Vincent......are you alright? Vincent!?"
Vincent's eyes focused back on Catherine's worried face. He looked around,
and realized they were still in the apartment. He stared at her, and swallowed
hard.
"Vincent? What just happened? You were kissing me, and then....you just zoned
out. Are you alright?" Catherine asked, concerned.
"Uh.....yeah. I'm fine. I just......realized that we are gonna be late if we
don't get moving," he said, as he stood up, pulling her to her feet. She gave
him a skeptical look. Finally, she shrugged, and grabbed her clutch.
"If you say so.."
"Yeah. Let's get going," he said, pushing her gently toward the door.
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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 12
Over the next few days, Catherine moved her things into Vincent's room.
Vincent offered to help several times, but Catherine refused, telling him it was
just easier for her to do it herself.
At one point, he watched her try to drag her heavy dresser across the living
room floor. "Catherine..." he sighed, "I do have a dresser in there that
you can use. Say the word, and I'll make room."
Catherine stopped trying to push the monstrosity that was her dresser, and
gave Vincent a dirty look. "Yours isn't big enough. It's only 3
drawers. This..."she said, patting the dresser, "has 8 drawers!"
He rolled his eyes, but held his tongue. Women! Why do they need so many
freaking clothes? "Sweetheart," he said, getting off the couch, "At least
let me help you push this then. We wouldn't want to have to make a trip to the
hospital, because you were to stubborn to ask for my help, would we?"
Catherine sighed. "Fine! Push on the other end if it makes you so damn
happy."
Vincent chuckled, earning him a glare from Catherine. "It doesn't make me
happy. I just happen to be stronger than you, and can get it in the room faster,
that's all."
Catherine stepped away from the dresser and smirked. "Well.....since you are
so much stronger than me, you push the damn thing in your room, then."
She took off toward her room, leaving Vincent gaping at her. Seconds later, he
shook his head and closed his eyes.
Little wench did that on purpose! Well played, my dear. Well played....
#----
Vincent realized something was off when he tried to find his scrubs for work.
He pulled out the drawer he always kept them in. Catherine's work out clothes
were there instead. He opened another drawer. Catherine's trouser pants were all
in that one. He glanced in the closet. His clothes had been pushed to the far
side, leaving Catherine's in prominent display.
"Catherine!!!!!" he bellowed.
Catherine peeked her head around the door. "Yes, Vincent?" she asked sweetly.
He stared at her.
"When I asked you to move in here with me, I meant share my room,
not take it over! Where the hell are my scrubs? I have to go to
work!"
She walked over to the dresser he stood in front of, and opened the bottom
drawer. Stuffed into it were his scrubs. She grabbed a pair and handed them to
him. He scowled, and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the bed. He
grabbed the scrub top and pulled it on.
"Why the hell did you move them to the bottom drawer? They were fine where
they were," he complained. She shrugged.
"I was trying some things out, that's all."
He pulled on the scrub bottoms, and faced her. "Experiment with your
"8 dresser drawers" then. Leave mine alone!" he huffed out, before
walking around her and heading toward the front door.
"Have a good day at work, dear!" Catherine called out. She heard
Vincent grumble something, before she heard the front door open and shut. She
giggled to herself.
Thank God he didn't look at the closet too closely......
#------
The next couple months passed quickly. Soon, it was time for the annual
Christmas party at Catherine's precinct.
Vincent sat on the couch, and glanced at his watch for the umpteenth
time. "Catherine? Come on already! You planning on going to this party
before New Years?"
From the bathroom he heard, "Alright! Jesus, give me a freaking
minute!"
He rolled his eyes. "I've already given you 120 of them," he muttered to
himself. He laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.
A gentle clearing of a throat brought his head back up. He stared at the
vision in front of him. She was wearing the dress from their wedding night. His
dick hardened instantly. She twirled around, and Vincent tried not to groan out
loud.
"Well? Was it worth the wait?" she asked, coming over to sit on his lap. She
felt his erection and giggled. "I'd say that is a big "Yes!"
He kissed the top of her head. "Tease..."
"Not me, sir. I never tease."
"Riiiigggghhhtttt. You tease me every time you wear this dress."
She looked down at herself, for the first time realizing exactly which
dress she had put on. "Oh...uh....um..." she sputtered out.
Vincent pulled her closer, kissing her lips. He pulled back with a smile. "I
never said it was a bad thing."
"So, you like the dress then?" she asked him.
"Like it? Honey, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you
every time you wear that damn thing! It just screams, "Fuck
me!!"
"Hmmmm...." she said, strumming her lip with her nail. "Guess I chose well
than, huh?" she teased him. He growled.
"Very well....." he said, before covering her lips again....
#-----
"Catherine.....there's something I've wanted to talk to you about. Something
that's been on my mind for a long time. And....I want to say it before we get
too fucking hammered to remember our names," Vincent told her. They had moved to
a table and were tossing back more shots. She looked at him, worry in her eyes.
"Vincent...what is it? What's bothering you?" Catherine asked, reaching for
his hand. He grasped it, and looked into her eyes.
"Catherine, I..." he started, but was interrupted by another male voice.
"Hello, you sexy little thing! Can I buy you a drink, love?" the guy said,
and Vincent's hackles went up. The guy slithered up to Catherine and boldly took
in her cleavage.
"Do you have eyes? The lady is with me!" Vincent growled out. The guy
glanced at him, and then down at Catherine's ring finger.
"Well, friend. She ain't wearing a wedding ring. So, by my way of thinking,
that means she is a free agent."
"She's taken, asshole! She doesn't need a ring for me to prove it to
you."
The guy ignored Vincent, and turned toward Catherine. "What do you say honey?
Wanna dance?"
Vincent stood up and towered over the ass. "Leave.......Now!!!!" he gritted
out. He reached out to grab the guy, when he felt Catherine's hand on his arm.
He looked down at her.
"Calm down, Vincent. You don't need to go all caveman on the poor guy. He
just asked me to dance, not to marry him."
"Well, he isn't getting that dance!" Vincent gritted out. Catherine stared at
him.
"You don't own me, Vincent Keller. He's right. I don't have a wedding
ring on, so I am a free agent." she said, breezily, as she started to
stand up.
"Looks like the lady has spoken, Vincent," the guy said, mockery in his
voice.
Vincent glared at the guy. He pulled back his fist and swung. Blood spurted
out of the guys nose, causing Catherine to gasp.
"What the fuck did you do that for, Vincent??" Catherine said, her mouth
gaping open.
"You may not have a wedding ring now, but that is gonna change." He grabbed
her and pulled her close. "I'm in love with you, Catherine! Marry me!"
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"Vincent......are you alright? Vincent!?"
Vincent's eyes focused back on Catherine's worried face. He looked around,
and realized they were still in the apartment. He stared at her, and swallowed
hard.
"Vincent? What just happened? You were kissing me, and then....you just zoned
out. Are you alright?" Catherine asked, concerned.
"Uh.....yeah. I'm fine. I just......realized that we are gonna be late if we
don't get moving," he said, as he stood up, pulling her to her feet. She gave
him a skeptical look. Finally, she shrugged, and grabbed her clutch.
"If you say so.."
"Yeah. Let's get going," he said, pushing her gently toward the door.
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