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 15
They opted to stay home for New Years, preferring a quiet evening at home to
the loud parties going on around them.
Vincent had disappeared several times over the course of the day, raising
Catherine's suspicions. Each time he came back to the apartment, he had a grin
on his face.
Finally, around 11:30 that night, Vincent told Catherine he had a surprise
for her. He blindfolded her and led her to the roof. When they got there, he
pulled off the blindfold.
Catherine looked around her and gasped. "Vincent? This is...." she stopped,
speechless.
Vincent had decorated the roof with thousand of twinkling lights. Soft music
played in the background. She walked further in. A small table was set for two.
Catherine spun around, and raced forward to enfold him into a hug.
"I love it!!" she told him. Vincent grinned from ear to ear.
"I thought you might. I wanted it to just be the two of us tonight. New
Year....new start. Ya know what I mean?"
"Yes. I know exactly what you mean. This is perfect, Vincent. Just perfect,"
she said, leaning against him. He rubbed her arms, and pulled her even closer to
him. "You are the best husband ever!"
Over her head, Vincent gave a sad smile. He sighed. Then, he swallowed hard.
"Catherine, I...." he broke off.
She turned in his arms. "What is it?" she asked, concerned.
Tell her!!! "I....I'm really glad you like all this."
Chicken!
She smiled up at him. "I do, very much."
In the distance, they could hear the crowd in Times Square beginning the
final countdown.
"10......9......8......7......6.....5......4......3.....2.....1.....HAPPY NEW
YEARS!!!!"
Catherine squealed and jumped excitedly. She turned around, smiling up at
Vincent. He reached toward her, pulling her lips to his. She melted against him
as their tongues dueled.
"Happy New Years, Catherine," Vincent said, when he pulled back to
breathe.
She caressed his cheek. "Happy New Years, Vincent."
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The rest of January was quiet for them. Catherine still couldn't recall
anything from that night. Vincent, however, now had total recall. His memories
of that night had all come back to him. In a way, he was glad. He now knew he
hadn't forced Catherine into marriage. If anything she had
responded.....eagerly....
"I'm in love with you, Catherine! Marry me!" he told her.
Catherine gaped at him. Then, she laughed. "Geez, I'm drunker than I thought.
I could have sworn you just asked me to marry you."
Vincent pulled her toward him, until they were chest to chest. She stared up
at him with wide eyes. He dropped his head closer, until his lips barely touched
hers. "I did...." he mumbled, just before his lips claimed hers. A gasp escaped
her, but she pressed closer to him. He groaned and pushed his tongue into her
mouth, sweeping the interior. Catherine moaned.
He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were glazed and her lips were
slightly swollen. She gazed at him. "Alright," she told him. He blinked,
thinking he heard wrong.
"Alright?" he repeated. She smiled and nodded. He picked her up. spinning her
around. "Shit! Really?"
"Yes, but I have one condition," she said. He set her down and eyed
her. "We aren't sleeping together until after we are married. I want to
do this the right way."
"No sex before marriage? That's it?" he asked.
"Yep. You need to make an honest woman out of me before we hit the
sheets."
He thought a moment. Then, he grabbed her hand. "Deal!"
"Wait! Where are we going?" she asked as he started dragging her toward the
door. He stopped and looked back at her.
"We're gonna get some rings and find someone to marry us tonight. I can't
wait to make you mine."
"At least-lets finish our drinks. No sense wasting good liquor. You did pay
for the bottle."
"Good point," he said, as they backtracked to the table. They picked up the
shots and tossed them back. Catherine wrinkled her nose.
"Boy, that one had a bite to it," she said, shuddering.
"Come on, my lovely bride to be. Lets get us some rings," he said grabbing
the bottle. They stepped outside and found his car. Hopping in, they drove until
they found a jewelry store that was still open......
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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!
#------
Chapter 15
They opted to stay home for New Years, preferring a quiet evening at home to
the loud parties going on around them.
Vincent had disappeared several times over the course of the day, raising
Catherine's suspicions. Each time he came back to the apartment, he had a grin
on his face.
Finally, around 11:30 that night, Vincent told Catherine he had a surprise
for her. He blindfolded her and led her to the roof. When they got there, he
pulled off the blindfold.
Catherine looked around her and gasped. "Vincent? This is...." she stopped,
speechless.
Vincent had decorated the roof with thousand of twinkling lights. Soft music
played in the background. She walked further in. A small table was set for two.
Catherine spun around, and raced forward to enfold him into a hug.
"I love it!!" she told him. Vincent grinned from ear to ear.
"I thought you might. I wanted it to just be the two of us tonight. New
Year....new start. Ya know what I mean?"
"Yes. I know exactly what you mean. This is perfect, Vincent. Just perfect,"
she said, leaning against him. He rubbed her arms, and pulled her even closer to
him. "You are the best husband ever!"
Over her head, Vincent gave a sad smile. He sighed. Then, he swallowed hard.
"Catherine, I...." he broke off.
She turned in his arms. "What is it?" she asked, concerned.
Tell her!!! "I....I'm really glad you like all this."
Chicken!
She smiled up at him. "I do, very much."
In the distance, they could hear the crowd in Times Square beginning the
final countdown.
"10......9......8......7......6.....5......4......3.....2.....1.....HAPPY NEW
YEARS!!!!"
Catherine squealed and jumped excitedly. She turned around, smiling up at
Vincent. He reached toward her, pulling her lips to his. She melted against him
as their tongues dueled.
"Happy New Years, Catherine," Vincent said, when he pulled back to
breathe.
She caressed his cheek. "Happy New Years, Vincent."
#------
The rest of January was quiet for them. Catherine still couldn't recall
anything from that night. Vincent, however, now had total recall. His memories
of that night had all come back to him. In a way, he was glad. He now knew he
hadn't forced Catherine into marriage. If anything she had
responded.....eagerly....
"I'm in love with you, Catherine! Marry me!" he told her.
Catherine gaped at him. Then, she laughed. "Geez, I'm drunker than I thought.
I could have sworn you just asked me to marry you."
Vincent pulled her toward him, until they were chest to chest. She stared up
at him with wide eyes. He dropped his head closer, until his lips barely touched
hers. "I did...." he mumbled, just before his lips claimed hers. A gasp escaped
her, but she pressed closer to him. He groaned and pushed his tongue into her
mouth, sweeping the interior. Catherine moaned.
He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were glazed and her lips were
slightly swollen. She gazed at him. "Alright," she told him. He blinked,
thinking he heard wrong.
"Alright?" he repeated. She smiled and nodded. He picked her up. spinning her
around. "Shit! Really?"
"Yes, but I have one condition," she said. He set her down and eyed
her. "We aren't sleeping together until after we are married. I want to
do this the right way."
"No sex before marriage? That's it?" he asked.
"Yep. You need to make an honest woman out of me before we hit the
sheets."
He thought a moment. Then, he grabbed her hand. "Deal!"
"Wait! Where are we going?" she asked as he started dragging her toward the
door. He stopped and looked back at her.
"We're gonna get some rings and find someone to marry us tonight. I can't
wait to make you mine."
"At least-lets finish our drinks. No sense wasting good liquor. You did pay
for the bottle."
"Good point," he said, as they backtracked to the table. They picked up the
shots and tossed them back. Catherine wrinkled her nose.
"Boy, that one had a bite to it," she said, shuddering.
"Come on, my lovely bride to be. Lets get us some rings," he said grabbing
the bottle. They stepped outside and found his car. Hopping in, they drove until
they found a jewelry store that was still open......
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