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 2
Catherine was on the verge of hyperventilating. Her breathing was erratic and
choppy. Her face was turning paler and paler the more Vincent watched her.
He wasn't doing much better. He was slightly calmer, but still confused as
hell.
"Okay, Catherine. We need to figure this out. Do you remember anything from
last night?" Vincent asked her. Catherine stared at him, her face frozen.
"Catherine!!! Focus!!"
Catherine's eyes widened, and blinked rapidly. Suddenly, she clapped her hand
over her mouth, and jumped out of the bed. Vincent got a nice view of her
delectable ass, before she disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door.
Seconds later, Vincent heard her vomiting.
Sighing, he got out of the bed, and grabbed his boxer briefs, which were on
the floor by the bed. Pulling them on, he grabbed the shirt he had been wearing
yesterday, and walked toward the bathroom. He knocked on the door.
"Catherine, you okay?" He heard her groan, before the vomiting sound
continued. Listening to her made Vincent's stomach a little queasy. You're a
Doctor, Keller! Get a grip! "Um...here's a shirt for you to put on when you
are ready. I'll order some breakfast, okay?"
Another groan was all he heard. He set the shirt on the floor by the door,
and walked to the phone. He ordered coffee and breakfast for the both of them,
then sat and waited.
The door to the bathroom inched open and he saw Catherine's hand inch out and
grab his shirt. He chuckled as it disappeared inside again. As Vincent waited,
he tried to remember what had happened last night. He remembered coming home and
telling Catherine they were going out to celebrate his new job.......
"Catherine!!! Get your ass out here, woman!! We are celebrating!!!" he had
yelled as soon as he walked into the living room.
Catherine had come out of her bedroom, wearing shorts and a tank top. Vincent
had almost groaned aloud at how sexy she looked. She made eye contact, and
rolled her eyes at him. "What chick has caught your interest this week?" she
asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Vincent chuckled. Oh, if she only
knew...
"None. I have HUGE news!!! Get dressed. We are going clubbing!" Vincent told
her, smiling widely. Catherine raised an eyebrow.
"Clubbing?? Vincent, it isn't even the weekend. I have to work tomorrow," she
told him.
"Come on, Cat!!! Please??? I'll even pay for all the drinks," Vincent said,
pleading with her. He stared into her bright hazel eyes. God, he could drown in
her eyes.
Catherine stared at him, and he could feel the electric pull between them. He
shook himself mentally. We are just roommates. Nothing else! Get a grip, man!
"Fine, Keller. What is this HUGE news that you are just dying to celebrate?"
Catherine finally asked. Vincent's smile widened.
"You are looking at the newest ER resident at St. Benjamins Hospital,"
Vincent said, pushing out his chest proudly. Catherine squealed loudly. She
threw herself against him, and hugged him tight. He chuckled and wrapped his
arms around her. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling its sweet fragrance.
"Oh my GOD!!! Vincent, that is terrific news!! Oh my God!! Yes, we definitely
need to celebrate."
"Put on something foxy, little woman. I want all the guys to be green with
envy when they see the hot chick I arrive with," Vincent told her, partially
kidding, and partially serious. He pushed her toward her room.
Catherine turned around and giggled. "I know you can't be talking about me. I
am far from a hot chick."
Seriously!!!! "Like hell you are. You are a VERY hot chick. If you weren't my
roommate, I would totally be tapping that," he said with a devilish wink.
Catherine shook her head at him, and disappeared in to her bedroom to change.
Once she closed the door, Vincent deflated. He hated teasing her like that,
but it was the only way to tell her how he felt, without messing up their
friendship. He hadn't been lying to her. He DID want to sleep with her. He had
since that day, 6 years ago, when she had answered his ad for a roommate. When
he had opened the door, and seen her standing there, he had lost his heart. She
had been 19, and in her first year of college. He had been 20, and was in his
2nd year of Med School training.
From the moment that he had opened the door, he was a goner. He had offered
her the place within 10 minutes of meeting. She had moved in that same week.
Now, at 25, Catherine was a probie detective at the NYPD, and Vincent had
just finished his Med School training a couple of months ago. He was 26 years
old and was finally a Doctor.
Shaking his head, he waited patiently for Catherine to reappear. He was
fixing the pillows on the couch when he heard her door open. He turned toward
her with a smile. However, upon seeing her, his jaw dropped and his eyes bulged.
Catherine was a knock out!
She had on a sinfully red halter dress and black spiked heels. Her whole
outfit screamed "Fuck Me!!!" Vincent stood there, mentally undressing her. His
jeans tightened painfully.
When Catherine began to blush profusely, Vincent cleared his throat.
"Um...well....that is certainly foxy. You look.....Wow!"
Catherine smiled. "Thanks. So, are we going to celebrate or what??"
What he wanted to do was strip her bare and fuck her till they couldn't move.
He adjusted himself, praying she didn't notice. "Um....yeah. Yeah, lets go," he
said, holding out his hand. Catherine took it, and they headed out the
door.......
For some reason, he couldn't remember anything after they left the apartment.
Christ, had they really had that much to drink??
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Room Service knocked on the door at the same time that Catherine walked out
of the bathroom, wearing his shirt. The teenage boy that Vincent admitted into
the room stared at Catherine, his eyes wide. Vincent cleared his throat, and
gave him a dark look. The boy turned pink, and raced out the door.
"Ready for breakfast, sweetheart?" Vincent asked, pulling a chair out for
her. She slid into it, and grabbed the coffee gratefully. She took a sip, and
put her head on the table. Vincent chuckled. "Feeling better now?"
"I feel like my stomach and lungs got pulled out through my nose and shoved
back down into my toes, only to wrap around my tonsils again," she said, her
head still on the table.
Vincent shuddered. "Well, that was a nice visual before breakfast."
Catherine picked her head up. "You asked."
He chuckled. "Yep, I did indeed. I absolutely did."
They ate breakfast in silence, the only sound being the clatter of silverware
against the plates. Neither looked at the other. Neither knew what to say.
Finally, Vincent couldn't stand the silence. "Okay, is this just as weird for
you as it is for me?"
Catherine nodded. "Yes, and then some."
"So, what we know is that we got pretty freaking shit faced last night, and
some dumb ass married us. So, we have to find out who, and get it annulled.
Obviously, we don't want to stay married to each other," Vincent said, even
though he was lying through his teeth.
Catherine nodded again. "Obviously.."
"Okay, so first thing we need to do is find out who married us. After that,
an annulment should be simple."
"Call JT. He is your lawyer after all. He would know what do."
"Great idea! Why didn't I think of that?" Vincent exclaimed.
"Cause you are too busy staring at my legs," Catherine deadpanned.
Not to be out done, Vincent said, "Only cause you keep staring at my
chest."
Catherine flushed and looked away. "Just....call JT."
"Yes, ma'am," Vincent said, chuckling to himself.
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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 2
Catherine was on the verge of hyperventilating. Her breathing was erratic and
choppy. Her face was turning paler and paler the more Vincent watched her.
He wasn't doing much better. He was slightly calmer, but still confused as
hell.
"Okay, Catherine. We need to figure this out. Do you remember anything from
last night?" Vincent asked her. Catherine stared at him, her face frozen.
"Catherine!!! Focus!!"
Catherine's eyes widened, and blinked rapidly. Suddenly, she clapped her hand
over her mouth, and jumped out of the bed. Vincent got a nice view of her
delectable ass, before she disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door.
Seconds later, Vincent heard her vomiting.
Sighing, he got out of the bed, and grabbed his boxer briefs, which were on
the floor by the bed. Pulling them on, he grabbed the shirt he had been wearing
yesterday, and walked toward the bathroom. He knocked on the door.
"Catherine, you okay?" He heard her groan, before the vomiting sound
continued. Listening to her made Vincent's stomach a little queasy. You're a
Doctor, Keller! Get a grip! "Um...here's a shirt for you to put on when you
are ready. I'll order some breakfast, okay?"
Another groan was all he heard. He set the shirt on the floor by the door,
and walked to the phone. He ordered coffee and breakfast for the both of them,
then sat and waited.
The door to the bathroom inched open and he saw Catherine's hand inch out and
grab his shirt. He chuckled as it disappeared inside again. As Vincent waited,
he tried to remember what had happened last night. He remembered coming home and
telling Catherine they were going out to celebrate his new job.......
"Catherine!!! Get your ass out here, woman!! We are celebrating!!!" he had
yelled as soon as he walked into the living room.
Catherine had come out of her bedroom, wearing shorts and a tank top. Vincent
had almost groaned aloud at how sexy she looked. She made eye contact, and
rolled her eyes at him. "What chick has caught your interest this week?" she
asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Vincent chuckled. Oh, if she only
knew...
"None. I have HUGE news!!! Get dressed. We are going clubbing!" Vincent told
her, smiling widely. Catherine raised an eyebrow.
"Clubbing?? Vincent, it isn't even the weekend. I have to work tomorrow," she
told him.
"Come on, Cat!!! Please??? I'll even pay for all the drinks," Vincent said,
pleading with her. He stared into her bright hazel eyes. God, he could drown in
her eyes.
Catherine stared at him, and he could feel the electric pull between them. He
shook himself mentally. We are just roommates. Nothing else! Get a grip, man!
"Fine, Keller. What is this HUGE news that you are just dying to celebrate?"
Catherine finally asked. Vincent's smile widened.
"You are looking at the newest ER resident at St. Benjamins Hospital,"
Vincent said, pushing out his chest proudly. Catherine squealed loudly. She
threw herself against him, and hugged him tight. He chuckled and wrapped his
arms around her. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling its sweet fragrance.
"Oh my GOD!!! Vincent, that is terrific news!! Oh my God!! Yes, we definitely
need to celebrate."
"Put on something foxy, little woman. I want all the guys to be green with
envy when they see the hot chick I arrive with," Vincent told her, partially
kidding, and partially serious. He pushed her toward her room.
Catherine turned around and giggled. "I know you can't be talking about me. I
am far from a hot chick."
Seriously!!!! "Like hell you are. You are a VERY hot chick. If you weren't my
roommate, I would totally be tapping that," he said with a devilish wink.
Catherine shook her head at him, and disappeared in to her bedroom to change.
Once she closed the door, Vincent deflated. He hated teasing her like that,
but it was the only way to tell her how he felt, without messing up their
friendship. He hadn't been lying to her. He DID want to sleep with her. He had
since that day, 6 years ago, when she had answered his ad for a roommate. When
he had opened the door, and seen her standing there, he had lost his heart. She
had been 19, and in her first year of college. He had been 20, and was in his
2nd year of Med School training.
From the moment that he had opened the door, he was a goner. He had offered
her the place within 10 minutes of meeting. She had moved in that same week.
Now, at 25, Catherine was a probie detective at the NYPD, and Vincent had
just finished his Med School training a couple of months ago. He was 26 years
old and was finally a Doctor.
Shaking his head, he waited patiently for Catherine to reappear. He was
fixing the pillows on the couch when he heard her door open. He turned toward
her with a smile. However, upon seeing her, his jaw dropped and his eyes bulged.
Catherine was a knock out!
She had on a sinfully red halter dress and black spiked heels. Her whole
outfit screamed "Fuck Me!!!" Vincent stood there, mentally undressing her. His
jeans tightened painfully.
When Catherine began to blush profusely, Vincent cleared his throat.
"Um...well....that is certainly foxy. You look.....Wow!"
Catherine smiled. "Thanks. So, are we going to celebrate or what??"
What he wanted to do was strip her bare and fuck her till they couldn't move.
He adjusted himself, praying she didn't notice. "Um....yeah. Yeah, lets go," he
said, holding out his hand. Catherine took it, and they headed out the
door.......
For some reason, he couldn't remember anything after they left the apartment.
Christ, had they really had that much to drink??
#----
Room Service knocked on the door at the same time that Catherine walked out
of the bathroom, wearing his shirt. The teenage boy that Vincent admitted into
the room stared at Catherine, his eyes wide. Vincent cleared his throat, and
gave him a dark look. The boy turned pink, and raced out the door.
"Ready for breakfast, sweetheart?" Vincent asked, pulling a chair out for
her. She slid into it, and grabbed the coffee gratefully. She took a sip, and
put her head on the table. Vincent chuckled. "Feeling better now?"
"I feel like my stomach and lungs got pulled out through my nose and shoved
back down into my toes, only to wrap around my tonsils again," she said, her
head still on the table.
Vincent shuddered. "Well, that was a nice visual before breakfast."
Catherine picked her head up. "You asked."
He chuckled. "Yep, I did indeed. I absolutely did."
They ate breakfast in silence, the only sound being the clatter of silverware
against the plates. Neither looked at the other. Neither knew what to say.
Finally, Vincent couldn't stand the silence. "Okay, is this just as weird for
you as it is for me?"
Catherine nodded. "Yes, and then some."
"So, what we know is that we got pretty freaking shit faced last night, and
some dumb ass married us. So, we have to find out who, and get it annulled.
Obviously, we don't want to stay married to each other," Vincent said, even
though he was lying through his teeth.
Catherine nodded again. "Obviously.."
"Okay, so first thing we need to do is find out who married us. After that,
an annulment should be simple."
"Call JT. He is your lawyer after all. He would know what do."
"Great idea! Why didn't I think of that?" Vincent exclaimed.
"Cause you are too busy staring at my legs," Catherine deadpanned.
Not to be out done, Vincent said, "Only cause you keep staring at my
chest."
Catherine flushed and looked away. "Just....call JT."
"Yes, ma'am," Vincent said, chuckling to himself.
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