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 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 16
In February, a series of robberies began taking place around downtown Queens.
It was soon apparent to the cops that they were looking for the same guy for
each robbery. Joe began calling for an all out manhunt to bring the son of a
bitch down.
Catherine was feeling more and more run down. She was barely eating and
getting even less sleep. Vincent was concerned. He confronted her one night,
after an especially brutal day.
"Sweetheart, you need to take care of yourself. There's a nasty flu going
around, and I don't want you getting sick because you ran yourself down so much.
I'm worried about you," he told her.
"I'm fine, Vincent. I haven't had a chance to get the flu vaccine yet, but I
will. Joe is riding us really hard to get this perp."
Vincent sighed. "If you get sick, you aren't any good to him anyways. Now eat
something! And then, get some rest. You have so many bags under your eyes, I
think you can actually start cramming your clothes in them."
"Ha ha. Funny," she said in a monotone. He chuckled. "Alright, fine. I'll
take a break."
She sat at the table as Vincent got her a light meal. As she sat there
eating, her eyes began drooping, and she heard Vincent sigh. A chair scraped,
and she felt strong arms pick her up. She sighed and snuggled into his warm,
hard chest. She felt the rumble in his chest when he chuckled.
Softness enveloped her as he laid her in bed, her head cushioned by the
pillow. He brushed her hair back from her face, and kissed her gently on the
forehead. She smiled sleepily.
"Get some rest, sweetheart," she heard him say. She snuggled deeper into the
pillows and blankets, and let sleep overtake her.
Vincent leaned against the doorway, watching her sleep. He smiled as she
snuggled deeper, and let out a sigh.
"That's it, baby. Get some rest, love....." he whispered, before closing the
door quietly.
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The next morning, Catherine could barely lift her head off the pillow. Her
body ached and she felt nauseous. Her head was pounding and she was sweating.
She moaned, waking up Vincent. He rolled over, and felt her forehead.
"You're burning up, Catherine! How do you feel?" he asked, his voice low.
"Like shit. I feel like shit," she wheezed out. Vincent immediatly got out of
bed, and ran to get the thermometer. He returned and placed it gently in her
mouth. A minute later, it beeped, and Vincent looked at it.
"100.9," he mumbled. "Okay, you're staying home."
"No......I need to go to work........"Catherine moaned. Vincent shook his
head.
"Nope. Not today, you aren't. Sweetheart, you're sick. Baby, you caught the
flu. You need to rest and get better. I'm calling Joe, and telling him you won't
be in for a few days," Vincent said, as he started to get up. Catherine grabbed
his arm weakly. She protested even weaker. "Nope, I'm calling him. You aren't
going anywhere for a few days."
Catherine slumped back against the pillows, listening as Vincent called Joe.
"Joe? This is Vincent......Yeah, Catherine's roommate. Listen, Catherine caught
the flu, so she won't be in for a few days............I know it's horrible
timing, but..........Yeah, I know that too.........sigh.......I'll do my
best to get her back on her feet ASAP........Yep, I will...........Thanks,
Joe..........Bye."
"Angry?" she asked. Vincent sighed.
"No.....just.....frustrated. Apparently you aren't the only one who's had to
call in sick."
"Mmmmmm....."she muttered, already dozing off again. Vincent shook his
head, and left her to get some rest.
#---------
The next couple days were brutal for the both of them. Catherine would wake
up sweating buckets, and Vincent would have to keep changing the bedsheets. When
he was at work, he called her every couple hours to see how she was feeling. The
toilet became her best friend, as she spent large amounts of time in front of
it. Vincent would force soup and water down her throat, even though she wanted
to kill him for it....
"Shoot me......just shoot me and put me out of my misery," she told him one
night as she camped in front of the toilet, again. He chuckled and felt
her forehead.
"Sweetheart, you are getting better. Your fever is going down. You are
definitely on the road to recovery."
"Says you....."she groaned, before emptying her stomach once again.
Vincent rubbed her back and pulled her hair away from her face. Once she was
finished, Catherine leaned back against Vincent, and let him carry her back to
their room.
After he laid her down, she shot him an accuserary look. "Why haven't
you gotten sick yet?" she asked. He chuckled.
"I already had the vaccine at the beginning of the season. Being in the
Medical field makes it a prerequisite."
"I hate you....." Catherine said, irritated.
Vincent laughed out loud. "No, you don't. You love me and you know it," he
said, smiling.
She raised an eyebrow. "Most of the time...."
#------
Finally, toward the end of the week, Catherine was finally feeling better.
Her fever had broken, and food was actually staying down. She missed Vincent
though. He had been working later at the Hospital to help with all the flu cases
coming through.
Vincent came home later than usual that night. He slipped into their bedroom
at around 2am, and saw that Catherine was sound asleep. He gazed at her, and
felt his dick hardening. They hadn't had sex in almost 2 weeks because of her
job and then getting sick. Vincent was horny as hell. But, he wasn't going to
jump Catherine. Especially since she was just now feeling better. He sighed,
taking off his clothes and slipped into bed next to her.
Catherine immediatly snuggled into him, pressing herself against his body.
Vincent groaned when her hand brushed across his lower abs. He gently grasped
her hand, pulling it higher. She curled into him more, her breasts brushing
against him. Vincent groaned again, slightly louder.
Catherine stirred, and opened her eyes. "Hey, you..." she whispered.
"Hey. Go back to sleep sweetheart. It's late," he whispered back.
She hmmmm'ed and stretched against him, causing Vincent to grit his
teeth. Dead puppies......dead puppies.....dead
puppies......dead.....ohhhhhhhh fuck!!!!!! Catherine's hand had wandered
down to his dick, and she was stroking it, causing it to swell more. He knotted
his fist into the sheets, trying not to think about what she was doing.
"Vincent......." she whispered seductively. "I want you......."
He groaned again. "Baby......as much as I love hearing those words
coming out of your mouth, we can't. You are just starting to feel better, and I
don't want anything messing that up. So.....we can't."
She slithered onto his chest, and rubbed herself against him.
"Pleeeaaaassseeeee, baby. I need you so much!" She started raining kisses
on his face, teasing him. Vincent fought against himself. She kissed him harder,
and he found himself responding. His hands skimmed under her shirt, lifting it
from her body. She purred into his ear, and Vincent snapped.
His hands cupped her breasts, as his tongue invaded her mouth. He strummed
her nipples, causing Catherine to grind against his erection. He ground back,
reaching down to remove her panties. Twisting, he pulled her under him, and
thrust into her with one sure thrust. They both moaned at the contact.
"Jesus.....baby.....it's been too long...." Vincent panted out, as he thrust
slowly into her, wanting to stretch it out as long as possible. Catherine moaned
and raised up, meeting his thrusts. He laid his forehead against hers, fighting
the orgasm that he could feel coming fast. Catherine moaned again, her walls
tightening. Vincent groaned and shuddered, his hot cum shooting into her as
Catherine cried his name.
As they came down from the uphoria, Vincent couldn't help himself. He looked
down at her and said, "If you have a relapse because of this, don't say I didn't
warn you."
"If I have a relapse, I have an on call Doctor at my beck and call," she
retorted with.
Vincent kissed her forehead. "That you do, sweetheart. Always..."
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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 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 16
In February, a series of robberies began taking place around downtown Queens.
It was soon apparent to the cops that they were looking for the same guy for
each robbery. Joe began calling for an all out manhunt to bring the son of a
bitch down.
Catherine was feeling more and more run down. She was barely eating and
getting even less sleep. Vincent was concerned. He confronted her one night,
after an especially brutal day.
"Sweetheart, you need to take care of yourself. There's a nasty flu going
around, and I don't want you getting sick because you ran yourself down so much.
I'm worried about you," he told her.
"I'm fine, Vincent. I haven't had a chance to get the flu vaccine yet, but I
will. Joe is riding us really hard to get this perp."
Vincent sighed. "If you get sick, you aren't any good to him anyways. Now eat
something! And then, get some rest. You have so many bags under your eyes, I
think you can actually start cramming your clothes in them."
"Ha ha. Funny," she said in a monotone. He chuckled. "Alright, fine. I'll
take a break."
She sat at the table as Vincent got her a light meal. As she sat there
eating, her eyes began drooping, and she heard Vincent sigh. A chair scraped,
and she felt strong arms pick her up. She sighed and snuggled into his warm,
hard chest. She felt the rumble in his chest when he chuckled.
Softness enveloped her as he laid her in bed, her head cushioned by the
pillow. He brushed her hair back from her face, and kissed her gently on the
forehead. She smiled sleepily.
"Get some rest, sweetheart," she heard him say. She snuggled deeper into the
pillows and blankets, and let sleep overtake her.
Vincent leaned against the doorway, watching her sleep. He smiled as she
snuggled deeper, and let out a sigh.
"That's it, baby. Get some rest, love....." he whispered, before closing the
door quietly.
#-------
The next morning, Catherine could barely lift her head off the pillow. Her
body ached and she felt nauseous. Her head was pounding and she was sweating.
She moaned, waking up Vincent. He rolled over, and felt her forehead.
"You're burning up, Catherine! How do you feel?" he asked, his voice low.
"Like shit. I feel like shit," she wheezed out. Vincent immediatly got out of
bed, and ran to get the thermometer. He returned and placed it gently in her
mouth. A minute later, it beeped, and Vincent looked at it.
"100.9," he mumbled. "Okay, you're staying home."
"No......I need to go to work........"Catherine moaned. Vincent shook his
head.
"Nope. Not today, you aren't. Sweetheart, you're sick. Baby, you caught the
flu. You need to rest and get better. I'm calling Joe, and telling him you won't
be in for a few days," Vincent said, as he started to get up. Catherine grabbed
his arm weakly. She protested even weaker. "Nope, I'm calling him. You aren't
going anywhere for a few days."
Catherine slumped back against the pillows, listening as Vincent called Joe.
"Joe? This is Vincent......Yeah, Catherine's roommate. Listen, Catherine caught
the flu, so she won't be in for a few days............I know it's horrible
timing, but..........Yeah, I know that too.........sigh.......I'll do my
best to get her back on her feet ASAP........Yep, I will...........Thanks,
Joe..........Bye."
"Angry?" she asked. Vincent sighed.
"No.....just.....frustrated. Apparently you aren't the only one who's had to
call in sick."
"Mmmmmm....."she muttered, already dozing off again. Vincent shook his
head, and left her to get some rest.
#---------
The next couple days were brutal for the both of them. Catherine would wake
up sweating buckets, and Vincent would have to keep changing the bedsheets. When
he was at work, he called her every couple hours to see how she was feeling. The
toilet became her best friend, as she spent large amounts of time in front of
it. Vincent would force soup and water down her throat, even though she wanted
to kill him for it....
"Shoot me......just shoot me and put me out of my misery," she told him one
night as she camped in front of the toilet, again. He chuckled and felt
her forehead.
"Sweetheart, you are getting better. Your fever is going down. You are
definitely on the road to recovery."
"Says you....."she groaned, before emptying her stomach once again.
Vincent rubbed her back and pulled her hair away from her face. Once she was
finished, Catherine leaned back against Vincent, and let him carry her back to
their room.
After he laid her down, she shot him an accuserary look. "Why haven't
you gotten sick yet?" she asked. He chuckled.
"I already had the vaccine at the beginning of the season. Being in the
Medical field makes it a prerequisite."
"I hate you....." Catherine said, irritated.
Vincent laughed out loud. "No, you don't. You love me and you know it," he
said, smiling.
She raised an eyebrow. "Most of the time...."
#------
Finally, toward the end of the week, Catherine was finally feeling better.
Her fever had broken, and food was actually staying down. She missed Vincent
though. He had been working later at the Hospital to help with all the flu cases
coming through.
Vincent came home later than usual that night. He slipped into their bedroom
at around 2am, and saw that Catherine was sound asleep. He gazed at her, and
felt his dick hardening. They hadn't had sex in almost 2 weeks because of her
job and then getting sick. Vincent was horny as hell. But, he wasn't going to
jump Catherine. Especially since she was just now feeling better. He sighed,
taking off his clothes and slipped into bed next to her.
Catherine immediatly snuggled into him, pressing herself against his body.
Vincent groaned when her hand brushed across his lower abs. He gently grasped
her hand, pulling it higher. She curled into him more, her breasts brushing
against him. Vincent groaned again, slightly louder.
Catherine stirred, and opened her eyes. "Hey, you..." she whispered.
"Hey. Go back to sleep sweetheart. It's late," he whispered back.
She hmmmm'ed and stretched against him, causing Vincent to grit his
teeth. Dead puppies......dead puppies.....dead
puppies......dead.....ohhhhhhhh fuck!!!!!! Catherine's hand had wandered
down to his dick, and she was stroking it, causing it to swell more. He knotted
his fist into the sheets, trying not to think about what she was doing.
"Vincent......." she whispered seductively. "I want you......."
He groaned again. "Baby......as much as I love hearing those words
coming out of your mouth, we can't. You are just starting to feel better, and I
don't want anything messing that up. So.....we can't."
She slithered onto his chest, and rubbed herself against him.
"Pleeeaaaassseeeee, baby. I need you so much!" She started raining kisses
on his face, teasing him. Vincent fought against himself. She kissed him harder,
and he found himself responding. His hands skimmed under her shirt, lifting it
from her body. She purred into his ear, and Vincent snapped.
His hands cupped her breasts, as his tongue invaded her mouth. He strummed
her nipples, causing Catherine to grind against his erection. He ground back,
reaching down to remove her panties. Twisting, he pulled her under him, and
thrust into her with one sure thrust. They both moaned at the contact.
"Jesus.....baby.....it's been too long...." Vincent panted out, as he thrust
slowly into her, wanting to stretch it out as long as possible. Catherine moaned
and raised up, meeting his thrusts. He laid his forehead against hers, fighting
the orgasm that he could feel coming fast. Catherine moaned again, her walls
tightening. Vincent groaned and shuddered, his hot cum shooting into her as
Catherine cried his name.
As they came down from the uphoria, Vincent couldn't help himself. He looked
down at her and said, "If you have a relapse because of this, don't say I didn't
warn you."
"If I have a relapse, I have an on call Doctor at my beck and call," she
retorted with.
Vincent kissed her forehead. "That you do, sweetheart. Always..."
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