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!
#------------
Chapter 20
"Well........"
"Just start from the club and go forward from there," Catherine suggested.
Vincent blew out a sigh and nodded.
Here we go.............
#-------
"Wow! This place is loud!" Catherine shouted at him, above the music. They
had just entered The Warehouse, a club that was on the outskirts of town, in an
old abandoned warehouse, hence the name. Vincent just nodded and led her toward
the bar, where a dozen other patrons sat, drinking varying degrees of alcoholic
beverages.
When they got up to the bar, Vincent ordered 2 shots of Tequila, and asked
for the bottle. Heather, the bartender, gave him his order, batting her lashes
at him, and bent over the bar, showing off her cleavage. Vincent just tossed
down some money, and thanked her. Heather pouted, and flounced off toward
another customer who had hollered her name.
"She likes you," Catherine observed, her voice sounding a bit sad. He gazed
at her, and smirked.
"Not my type. Too bold. I like a woman who doesn't realize just how beautiful
she really is," he returned, his eyes staring into hers. Catherine blushed and
looked down, making Vincent chuckle. "You're pretty when you blush like that, ya
know."
He set her shot glass in front of her. "Drink up! This is a celebration!" he
shouted above the music. She tossed back her drink, and her eyes went wide. She
coughed and sputtered.
"Holy shit! That's strong stuff," Catherine wheezed out. Vincent chuckled,
and knocked his back without blinking. He saw her lips move, but couldn't figure
out what she said.
"What was that?" he asked her, a grin on his face. She glared at him.
"I said, you are a show off, Mr Keller!"
"Hey! That's DR Keller, lady!"
"She rolled her eyes. "Whatever! Give me another one," she said, holding out
the glass. He laughed and filled it up again. This time, she swallowed it
without coughing.
"Impressive!" he told her, winking at her. Catherine grinned, and swiped at
her mouth with the back of her hand. Vincent followed the movement, and felt his
dick hardening. He shook his head and threw his next drink back, as well.
Catherine giggled, and Vincent's eyes were drawn to her cleavage. He wanted
to wrap his hands around her breasts, feeling them mold into the shape he wanted
them to go into.
"Vincent?" Catherine asked, and Vincent realized he had been staring.
"Sorry...." he mumbled out.
Catherine smiled at him, and leaned forward, so her breasts were pressed
upward. Vincent groaned as his dick hardened even more. She grabbed the bottle,
and took a pull on it. A rivet of condensation ran down the bottle, and dripped
into her cleavage. Vincent nearly lunged at her, wanting to lick the water away.
He licked his lips, and balled his fists up, barely resisting the urge.
"Hey! It's getting loud up here. Wanna grab a table before they all fill up?"
Catherine asked. Vincent nodded and they grabbed the drinks and the bottle,
heading toward a table in the middle. Once they were settled, they started
tossing the drinks back again....
#-------
"I had to have been drunk to flash my cleavage at you like that," Catherine
said, and Vincent grinned.
"I sure as hell wasn't complaining. I loved the view," Vincent said,
raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Catherine rolled her eyes. "Continue, perv ...."
#---------------
"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. 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. Vincent was flabbergasted.
"Looks like the lady has spoken, Vincent," the guy said, mockery in his
voice.
Vincent glared at the guy. Without conscious thought, 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. She stared as the other guy teetered and fell to the floor. She
grabbed the bottle, and downed some of its contents, before setting it on the
table with a bang. She glared at Vincent, her hands on her hips. Vincent took
his chance.
"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!"
#---------
"Geez, really Vincent!!? You didn't even know how I felt, and you were asking
me to marry you!?" Catherine asked, incredulously. Vincent had the grace to look
sheepish and ducked his head.
"Well, the fucker pissed me off! I wasn't gonna lose you to a dick like him.
Besides, I didn't know it at the time, but I'm pretty sure he drugged your
drink, thinking he was gonna get you to leave with him." Seconds later, Vincent
gasped when Catherine smacked his arm. "Owwwww! That hurt! What the hell
did you do that for?" Vincent asked, rubbing his arm.
"I told you someone may have drugged us! See!!? I was totally
right!!" Catherine practically crowed.
"You were drugged, not me," Vincent amended. Catherine rolled her eyes. She
waved her hand, beckoning him to continue.
#----------
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 surprised him, her body pressing closer to his, her breasts
crushed against his chest. He groaned and pushed his tongue into her mouth,
sweeping the interior. Catherine moaned. Vincent's hand wandered lower, resting
low on her waist.
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, her voice a
whisper. He blinked, thinking he heard wrong.
"Alright?" he repeated dumbly. She smiled and nodded. His mouth dropped,
before 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."
His eyebrow raised. "No sex before marriage? That's it?" he asked,
incredulously.
"Yep. You need to make an honest woman out of me before we hit the
sheets."
He thought a moment. There was only one thing to do. 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. Wasn't it obvious??
"We're gonna get some rings and find someone to marry us tonight. I can't
wait to make you mine." Catherine's eyes widened at his statement.
"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. Vincent chuckled.
"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......
#----------
"So, the bite must have been whatever drug he put in my glass," Catherine
surmised. Vincent nodded.
"That's what I'm thinking. It makes sense."
#------------
The jeweler had been kind enough to point them toward one Judge Gabriel
Lowen, who performed Wedding ceremonies out of his home. Vincent pulled up in
front of the Judge's place, and glanced at a giggling Catherine. She was holding
her hand in front of her face, and waving it back and forth. Every so often, she
would shake it too.
"Are you ready to become Mrs Vincent Keller?" he asked her as they got out of
the car. Catherine wobbled in her heels. She grabbed the car for support.
"Don't know. Are you ready to become Mr Catherine Chandler?" she
countered.
"As ready as I was the day that I laid eyes on you. I knew someday I would
make you my wife," Vincent told her, and Catherine chuckled.
"Sure about that? You haven't even gotten to my difficult side yet," she told
him.
"I think I can manage you just fine, no matter which side you are on."
They made their way to the front door, and Vincent knocked loudly. Seconds
later, Catherine slammed her fist against the door, as well. When Vincent glared
at her, she said, "What? I wanna make sure he heard us!"
"I think the penguins in the North Pole heard us," he muttered.
Just then, the door swung open, revealing a man in his late 30's to early
40's. "Yes?" he asked.
"Judge Lowen?" Vincent asked. At the man's nod, Vincent said, "I'm Vincent
Keller and this is Catherine Chandler. We would like to get married right
now!"
Judge Lowen raised his eyebrow, and took in the pair. Catherine giggling,
unsteady on her feet. Vincent grasping her around the waist, his grip firm and
possessive. She reached up, kissing him fully on the mouth. He growled, and
tightened his grip. Judge Lowen cleared his throat.
"Starting the honeymoon before the wedding, are you?" the Judge asked,
chuckling. They pulled apart, and Vincent smirked. Catherine giggled again.
"I told him he had to make an honest woman out of me before I would sleep
with him," Catherine said, and then clapped her hand over her mouth, like she
had just given away a secret.
Judge Lowen just shook his head, and gestured toward his office. They stepped
inside......
#-------
"Geez! He must have thought we were nuts!" Catherine said. Vincent chuckled.
"Or madly in love...."
Catherine rolled her eyes. "It's a wonder he married us at all....."
#--------
They stood in front of the Judge, and he nodded thoughtfully. Gabe had just
finished setting up the video camera to record the ceremony.
"What?" Vincent asked. Gabe just grinned. Catherine raised an eyebrow, and
swayed a bit. Vincent reached out and she grabbed his arm, holding tightly. She
pressed herself against Vincent, but stood silent.
"So, is this a quick ceremony, or do you want all the bells and whistles?"
Gabe asked.
Vincent started to answer, but Catherine gripped his arm tighter, digging in
her nails. "All the bells and whistles," Catherine told him. Vincent looked down
at her, surprise on his face. "Whhhaaaattttt!? I'm only getting married once, ya
know!" she huffed out. Gabe chuckled.
"Bells and whistles it is then. Alright then. So, Vincent, take her hand in
yours, and Catherine, you take Vincent's hand in yours as well........no, no,
no.........not the same hand.....yes, very good. All right, now we'll
begin....."
"Catherine, are you sure about this? I don't want you to feel forced into
this," Vincent said, sounding surprisingly sober speaking those words.
Catherine rolled her eyes. "Yessssssssssss......" she whined. "I want to be
your wife. I'm not changing my mind," she said, as she crossed her arms over her
chest and stomped her foot. Then she ruined the image by teetering on her heels.
Vincent grinned and grasped her hand again.
"All right, love. All right. Relax. I just wanted to be sure," Vincent said,
soothing the bristling woman in front of him. Catherine turned toward Gabe.
"Can you hurry this along there? I want to get this stud muffin home and rip
his clothes off. I have been eye fucking him far too long not to get what I
want!" Catherine said to Gabe. He shot her a bemused look.
"Well, I could just skip to the part where you say "I Do," but I thought you
said you wanted the real deal?" Gabe asked her, amusement strong on his face.
Catherine squeaked and shot a dark look at Vincent, who was whistling
innocently. She rubbed her ass cheek. "Perv!" she told him.
"Hey! Husbands have the right to pinch their wives asses anytime they want. I
wanted!" Vincent retorted. Gabe laughed outright that time.
"Are you sure you two aren't already married?" Gabe asked, his eyebrow
raised.
Catherine shot him a "Really?" look. "If I was already married to him, why
the hell would I be doing it twice?"
"Just making sure. You two seem to really love each other, that's all."
Catherine looked up at Vincent. She squinted at him, almost like she was
sizing him up. Finally, she shrugged. "Eh, he'll do. I'll tell you a little
secret." She leaned in closer to Gabe. Shooting a look back at Vincent, she said
in a stage whisper, "You should see him with his shirt off. Sex on a fucking
stick!" She giggled outrageously......
#------
"I still can't believe I said that," Catherine said, her face hidden
behind her hands. Vincent could see the blush that spilled over her face. He
chuckled and pulled her hands down. She winced a little, and Vincent became
concerned.
"Are you alright? Should we take a break?" he asked her. Catherine shook her
head.
"I'm okay. It was just a little twinge. Relax, Vincent!"
"Hey! I almost lost both of you," he said, as he rested his hand on her
stomach. "I never want to go through that ever again. I love you too
much, sweetheart."
Catherine smiled, and placed her hand on top of his. "I love you, too. And,
you didn't lose us. You never will. I've actually been thinking about taking a
break from the NYPD. Maybe take an extended maternity leave. We can certainly
afford it," she told him.
Vincent leaned forward, and kissed her gently. She pouted when he pulled
back. "I love that idea. How long would this "extended leave" last?"
"Oh, I don't know.........maybe forever. Who knows?" Catherine giggled.
"So, are you ready to hear the rest?" Vincent asked. She nodded.....
#--------
"Okay. Repeat after me then. I Vincent, take you Catherine, as my wedded
wife. To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as
long as we both shall live."
"I Vincent, take you Catherine, as my wedded wife. To have and to hold, for
richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live,"
Vincent repeated. Catherine grinned wickedly as Vincent slid on the gold band
they had just purchased. Then she jumped when his fingers pinched her ass again.
"Now Catherine, repeat after me. I Catherine, take you Vincent, as my wedded
husband. To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,
as long as we both shall live."
"I Catherine, take you Vincent, as my wedded husband. To have and to hold,
for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live,"
she said, giggling as she slid his ring on his finger. "You're mine now,
Keller," Catherine said, and proceeded to pinch his ass. Vincent jumped, and
smirked.
"Touche, wife. Touche!"
Gabe fought to keep his face impassive. "All right. So, by the power vested
in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may
kiss your bride, Mr Keller."
"It's Dr Keller...." Vincent mumbled, before his lips crashed against
Catherine's. She wrapped herself around him, and rubbed herself against him
suggestively. Vincent growled, before his hands went to her ass, and lifted her
bodily. Their lips continued to ply against each other, their tongues fighting
for control. Catherine's legs wrapped around his waist, and she rubbed against
the erection that was hardening under her ass.
They heard a throat clearing, and reluctantly pulled their lips apart.
Catherine unwound herself from Vincent's waist, and he lowered her to the floor.
They turned to see Gabe smirking at them. Vincent grinned, and pulled a $100
bill out of his pocket. He handed it to Gabe, shaking his hand. Then, he picked
up Catherine bodily and raced out the door.
#-----
"Someone was anxious for the wedding night, weren't they?" Catherine said,
fighting laughter. Vincent shrugged.
"Hey! You said you would sleep with me after we got married. I wasn't
gonna waste anymore time!" Vincent said, a pout on his lips. Catherine shook her
head, and laughed.
#-------
"Welcome Mrs Keller! Your honeymoon awaits!" Vincent said, as he carried
Catherine into the hotel room they had just paid for. Catherine giggled and
swung the door shut with her foot. She kicked off the heels she wore, and they
fell on the floor. She sighed deeply.
"Finally!!! Fucking death traps!! You know who invented heels, right? A
fucking man, that's who! Let him walk around in them for a few hours!! He'll be
whining like a baby within 10 minutes," Catherine huffed out.
Vincent grinned and shook his head. He put Catherine down on the bed, and
grabbed her feet. She started to protest, before she realized his intent. As he
began rubbing her feet, she moaned and leaned back on the bed. His thumbs
massaged deep into her feet, and Catherine's eyes rolled back into her head.
"Fuck, Vincent!!! If you make me feel this good with my feet, how is the rest of
the night gonna go!!??"
He gave her a devilish grin. "You'll find out....." He had plans for her.
Catherine moaned again, and her toes started to curl. Vincent started moving
up to her ankles, his large hands encompassing her small ankles. As he began to
rub deeper, he noticed Catherine's hand inching up to her breast. He groaned as
she started squeezing the globe through her dress. His dick hardened painfully
in his pants. She squeezed harder, and started pinching the nipple through the
material. Vincent's mouth began to water.
"Take it off....." he whispered, his voice strained. Catherine gave him a
sultry smile. She sat up on the bed, and reached behind her. He heard the rasp
of the zipper, as she pulled it down. Her top fell down, and Vincent's eyes
widened. He damn near took a bite out of his tongue. Catherine wasn't wearing a
bra!
Her small, pert breasts and dark nipples called out to him, begging him to
taste them. He abandoned her ankles, and tackled her to the bed. She bounced and
giggled when he landed on her. "Sorry....." he mumbled, just before his lips
attacked hers. She sighed against his lips when she felt his large hand cover
her breast. She moaned when his thumb began thrumming her nipple.
"Oh.....fuck.....mouth......now.........please...." Catherine panted out
between kisses. She jerked upward when his tongue began stroking her nipple, as
he sucked her breast into his mouth. She grasped his hair, and felt her body
start to tremble. "Coming........SHIT!!" she cried, as she orgasmed. Vincent
switched sides, and began sucking on the other nipple. His hand snaked lower,
and inched into her underwear. They both sighed when his fingers thrust into her
moist heat. He could tell she was getting lost to the sensations overtaking her
body.
He thrust harder, and felt her walls tightening again. Seconds later, his
fingers were trapped as she tightened around them. He waited until she relaxed,
and pulled out his fingers. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. Almost
immediately, her hands were on his chest, skating downward toward his abs. He
sucked in a breath as her dainty fingers danced over his abs and outlined his 6
pack. "Catherine..." he breathed out.
"Are we gonna play all night, or are you gonna fuck me?" Catherine purred
out. Vincent stared at her, before a slow grin crossed his face. He stood up,
and quickly unbuttoned his pants. Before he could pull them down, however,
Catherine said, "Allow me..." and proceeded to pull his pants down over his ass.
His boxer briefs tented out, and Catherine's eyes widened. "Impressive......"
she gasped out.
Vincent forgot how to breath when Catherine pulled the boxer briefs down, and
his erection sprang out. Her fingers wrapped around his impressive girth, and he
grit his teeth, closing his eyes.
Seconds later, his eyes sprang open when he felt her hot mouth wrap around
his dick. He moaned and grasped her hair. She took him deeper, and Vincent's
knees began to shake. "Oh.....fuck.....Catherine....." he whimpered. She moaned,
and Vincent nearly collapsed from the sensation.
He allowed her to suck him for a few minutes, before he couldn't take
anymore. He pushed her back gently, and she released him with a 'pop'. Vincent
pulled her to her feet, and yanked her dress down her body. Her underwear
followed quickly. Vincent lifted Catherine up, so they were chest to chest. He
stared into her eyes. Lowering her to the bed, he thrust into her heat, and they
both moaned.
As Vincent began to move, they locked eyes. "I love you, Catherine Keller. So
much," he told her. Catherine smiled, and pulled him closer. She kissed him
deeply.
"I love you too, Vincent Keller. So much...."
#----------
"Then, talking became unnecessary as our hearts and bodies spoke for us. As
we soared toward completion, we knew we had found our soul mates. We knew we had
found our home......." Vincent finished with a smile.
"That was.......sob........beautiful. I
can't......sob......believe.....sob.....I forgot that!!" Catherine
wailed.
Vincent patted her hand, dumbfounded. He wasn't good with crying women.
Catherine finally composed herself, and muttered, "Damn
hormones!"
Vincent chuckled. "I'm sorry?" he said, and Catherine laughed at the
expression on his face.
"Comes with the territory. No biggie," she told him.
Vincent sighed. "So, that's all of it. We fell asleep, and woke up the next
morning, naked and married with no memory."
"Well, at least you got yours back. I doubt I'll ever remember," Catherine
said with a sigh. Vincent laughed. "It's not funny!"
"Oh, sweetheart! I wish I knew what was going through your mind during
all of that! I bet it was funny as hell, especially after that drug kicked into
your system."
"I was probably contemplating the quickest way to get you out of your clothes
and into bed," she smirked. "Forcing you to marry me first was probably the
smartest thing I've ever done."
Vincent leaned forward. He whispered in her ear, "I was never forced. You
were marrying me come Hell or high water!"
She leaned forward to kiss him, but suddenly gasped. Vincent's eyes widened,
and his heart started racing. "What!!??" he asked, grasping her arm,
trying not to hurt her.
"JT!!" she spit out. Vincent sat back, and raised an eyebrow.
"What about him?"
"We need to tell him to stop the Divorce papers!!"
#--------
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!
#------------
Chapter 20
"Well........"
"Just start from the club and go forward from there," Catherine suggested.
Vincent blew out a sigh and nodded.
Here we go.............
#-------
"Wow! This place is loud!" Catherine shouted at him, above the music. They
had just entered The Warehouse, a club that was on the outskirts of town, in an
old abandoned warehouse, hence the name. Vincent just nodded and led her toward
the bar, where a dozen other patrons sat, drinking varying degrees of alcoholic
beverages.
When they got up to the bar, Vincent ordered 2 shots of Tequila, and asked
for the bottle. Heather, the bartender, gave him his order, batting her lashes
at him, and bent over the bar, showing off her cleavage. Vincent just tossed
down some money, and thanked her. Heather pouted, and flounced off toward
another customer who had hollered her name.
"She likes you," Catherine observed, her voice sounding a bit sad. He gazed
at her, and smirked.
"Not my type. Too bold. I like a woman who doesn't realize just how beautiful
she really is," he returned, his eyes staring into hers. Catherine blushed and
looked down, making Vincent chuckle. "You're pretty when you blush like that, ya
know."
He set her shot glass in front of her. "Drink up! This is a celebration!" he
shouted above the music. She tossed back her drink, and her eyes went wide. She
coughed and sputtered.
"Holy shit! That's strong stuff," Catherine wheezed out. Vincent chuckled,
and knocked his back without blinking. He saw her lips move, but couldn't figure
out what she said.
"What was that?" he asked her, a grin on his face. She glared at him.
"I said, you are a show off, Mr Keller!"
"Hey! That's DR Keller, lady!"
"She rolled her eyes. "Whatever! Give me another one," she said, holding out
the glass. He laughed and filled it up again. This time, she swallowed it
without coughing.
"Impressive!" he told her, winking at her. Catherine grinned, and swiped at
her mouth with the back of her hand. Vincent followed the movement, and felt his
dick hardening. He shook his head and threw his next drink back, as well.
Catherine giggled, and Vincent's eyes were drawn to her cleavage. He wanted
to wrap his hands around her breasts, feeling them mold into the shape he wanted
them to go into.
"Vincent?" Catherine asked, and Vincent realized he had been staring.
"Sorry...." he mumbled out.
Catherine smiled at him, and leaned forward, so her breasts were pressed
upward. Vincent groaned as his dick hardened even more. She grabbed the bottle,
and took a pull on it. A rivet of condensation ran down the bottle, and dripped
into her cleavage. Vincent nearly lunged at her, wanting to lick the water away.
He licked his lips, and balled his fists up, barely resisting the urge.
"Hey! It's getting loud up here. Wanna grab a table before they all fill up?"
Catherine asked. Vincent nodded and they grabbed the drinks and the bottle,
heading toward a table in the middle. Once they were settled, they started
tossing the drinks back again....
#-------
"I had to have been drunk to flash my cleavage at you like that," Catherine
said, and Vincent grinned.
"I sure as hell wasn't complaining. I loved the view," Vincent said,
raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Catherine rolled her eyes. "Continue, perv ...."
#---------------
"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. 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. Vincent was flabbergasted.
"Looks like the lady has spoken, Vincent," the guy said, mockery in his
voice.
Vincent glared at the guy. Without conscious thought, 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. She stared as the other guy teetered and fell to the floor. She
grabbed the bottle, and downed some of its contents, before setting it on the
table with a bang. She glared at Vincent, her hands on her hips. Vincent took
his chance.
"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!"
#---------
"Geez, really Vincent!!? You didn't even know how I felt, and you were asking
me to marry you!?" Catherine asked, incredulously. Vincent had the grace to look
sheepish and ducked his head.
"Well, the fucker pissed me off! I wasn't gonna lose you to a dick like him.
Besides, I didn't know it at the time, but I'm pretty sure he drugged your
drink, thinking he was gonna get you to leave with him." Seconds later, Vincent
gasped when Catherine smacked his arm. "Owwwww! That hurt! What the hell
did you do that for?" Vincent asked, rubbing his arm.
"I told you someone may have drugged us! See!!? I was totally
right!!" Catherine practically crowed.
"You were drugged, not me," Vincent amended. Catherine rolled her eyes. She
waved her hand, beckoning him to continue.
#----------
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 surprised him, her body pressing closer to his, her breasts
crushed against his chest. He groaned and pushed his tongue into her mouth,
sweeping the interior. Catherine moaned. Vincent's hand wandered lower, resting
low on her waist.
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, her voice a
whisper. He blinked, thinking he heard wrong.
"Alright?" he repeated dumbly. She smiled and nodded. His mouth dropped,
before 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."
His eyebrow raised. "No sex before marriage? That's it?" he asked,
incredulously.
"Yep. You need to make an honest woman out of me before we hit the
sheets."
He thought a moment. There was only one thing to do. 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. Wasn't it obvious??
"We're gonna get some rings and find someone to marry us tonight. I can't
wait to make you mine." Catherine's eyes widened at his statement.
"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. Vincent chuckled.
"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......
#----------
"So, the bite must have been whatever drug he put in my glass," Catherine
surmised. Vincent nodded.
"That's what I'm thinking. It makes sense."
#------------
The jeweler had been kind enough to point them toward one Judge Gabriel
Lowen, who performed Wedding ceremonies out of his home. Vincent pulled up in
front of the Judge's place, and glanced at a giggling Catherine. She was holding
her hand in front of her face, and waving it back and forth. Every so often, she
would shake it too.
"Are you ready to become Mrs Vincent Keller?" he asked her as they got out of
the car. Catherine wobbled in her heels. She grabbed the car for support.
"Don't know. Are you ready to become Mr Catherine Chandler?" she
countered.
"As ready as I was the day that I laid eyes on you. I knew someday I would
make you my wife," Vincent told her, and Catherine chuckled.
"Sure about that? You haven't even gotten to my difficult side yet," she told
him.
"I think I can manage you just fine, no matter which side you are on."
They made their way to the front door, and Vincent knocked loudly. Seconds
later, Catherine slammed her fist against the door, as well. When Vincent glared
at her, she said, "What? I wanna make sure he heard us!"
"I think the penguins in the North Pole heard us," he muttered.
Just then, the door swung open, revealing a man in his late 30's to early
40's. "Yes?" he asked.
"Judge Lowen?" Vincent asked. At the man's nod, Vincent said, "I'm Vincent
Keller and this is Catherine Chandler. We would like to get married right
now!"
Judge Lowen raised his eyebrow, and took in the pair. Catherine giggling,
unsteady on her feet. Vincent grasping her around the waist, his grip firm and
possessive. She reached up, kissing him fully on the mouth. He growled, and
tightened his grip. Judge Lowen cleared his throat.
"Starting the honeymoon before the wedding, are you?" the Judge asked,
chuckling. They pulled apart, and Vincent smirked. Catherine giggled again.
"I told him he had to make an honest woman out of me before I would sleep
with him," Catherine said, and then clapped her hand over her mouth, like she
had just given away a secret.
Judge Lowen just shook his head, and gestured toward his office. They stepped
inside......
#-------
"Geez! He must have thought we were nuts!" Catherine said. Vincent chuckled.
"Or madly in love...."
Catherine rolled her eyes. "It's a wonder he married us at all....."
#--------
They stood in front of the Judge, and he nodded thoughtfully. Gabe had just
finished setting up the video camera to record the ceremony.
"What?" Vincent asked. Gabe just grinned. Catherine raised an eyebrow, and
swayed a bit. Vincent reached out and she grabbed his arm, holding tightly. She
pressed herself against Vincent, but stood silent.
"So, is this a quick ceremony, or do you want all the bells and whistles?"
Gabe asked.
Vincent started to answer, but Catherine gripped his arm tighter, digging in
her nails. "All the bells and whistles," Catherine told him. Vincent looked down
at her, surprise on his face. "Whhhaaaattttt!? I'm only getting married once, ya
know!" she huffed out. Gabe chuckled.
"Bells and whistles it is then. Alright then. So, Vincent, take her hand in
yours, and Catherine, you take Vincent's hand in yours as well........no, no,
no.........not the same hand.....yes, very good. All right, now we'll
begin....."
"Catherine, are you sure about this? I don't want you to feel forced into
this," Vincent said, sounding surprisingly sober speaking those words.
Catherine rolled her eyes. "Yessssssssssss......" she whined. "I want to be
your wife. I'm not changing my mind," she said, as she crossed her arms over her
chest and stomped her foot. Then she ruined the image by teetering on her heels.
Vincent grinned and grasped her hand again.
"All right, love. All right. Relax. I just wanted to be sure," Vincent said,
soothing the bristling woman in front of him. Catherine turned toward Gabe.
"Can you hurry this along there? I want to get this stud muffin home and rip
his clothes off. I have been eye fucking him far too long not to get what I
want!" Catherine said to Gabe. He shot her a bemused look.
"Well, I could just skip to the part where you say "I Do," but I thought you
said you wanted the real deal?" Gabe asked her, amusement strong on his face.
Catherine squeaked and shot a dark look at Vincent, who was whistling
innocently. She rubbed her ass cheek. "Perv!" she told him.
"Hey! Husbands have the right to pinch their wives asses anytime they want. I
wanted!" Vincent retorted. Gabe laughed outright that time.
"Are you sure you two aren't already married?" Gabe asked, his eyebrow
raised.
Catherine shot him a "Really?" look. "If I was already married to him, why
the hell would I be doing it twice?"
"Just making sure. You two seem to really love each other, that's all."
Catherine looked up at Vincent. She squinted at him, almost like she was
sizing him up. Finally, she shrugged. "Eh, he'll do. I'll tell you a little
secret." She leaned in closer to Gabe. Shooting a look back at Vincent, she said
in a stage whisper, "You should see him with his shirt off. Sex on a fucking
stick!" She giggled outrageously......
#------
"I still can't believe I said that," Catherine said, her face hidden
behind her hands. Vincent could see the blush that spilled over her face. He
chuckled and pulled her hands down. She winced a little, and Vincent became
concerned.
"Are you alright? Should we take a break?" he asked her. Catherine shook her
head.
"I'm okay. It was just a little twinge. Relax, Vincent!"
"Hey! I almost lost both of you," he said, as he rested his hand on her
stomach. "I never want to go through that ever again. I love you too
much, sweetheart."
Catherine smiled, and placed her hand on top of his. "I love you, too. And,
you didn't lose us. You never will. I've actually been thinking about taking a
break from the NYPD. Maybe take an extended maternity leave. We can certainly
afford it," she told him.
Vincent leaned forward, and kissed her gently. She pouted when he pulled
back. "I love that idea. How long would this "extended leave" last?"
"Oh, I don't know.........maybe forever. Who knows?" Catherine giggled.
"So, are you ready to hear the rest?" Vincent asked. She nodded.....
#--------
"Okay. Repeat after me then. I Vincent, take you Catherine, as my wedded
wife. To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as
long as we both shall live."
"I Vincent, take you Catherine, as my wedded wife. To have and to hold, for
richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live,"
Vincent repeated. Catherine grinned wickedly as Vincent slid on the gold band
they had just purchased. Then she jumped when his fingers pinched her ass again.
"Now Catherine, repeat after me. I Catherine, take you Vincent, as my wedded
husband. To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,
as long as we both shall live."
"I Catherine, take you Vincent, as my wedded husband. To have and to hold,
for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live,"
she said, giggling as she slid his ring on his finger. "You're mine now,
Keller," Catherine said, and proceeded to pinch his ass. Vincent jumped, and
smirked.
"Touche, wife. Touche!"
Gabe fought to keep his face impassive. "All right. So, by the power vested
in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may
kiss your bride, Mr Keller."
"It's Dr Keller...." Vincent mumbled, before his lips crashed against
Catherine's. She wrapped herself around him, and rubbed herself against him
suggestively. Vincent growled, before his hands went to her ass, and lifted her
bodily. Their lips continued to ply against each other, their tongues fighting
for control. Catherine's legs wrapped around his waist, and she rubbed against
the erection that was hardening under her ass.
They heard a throat clearing, and reluctantly pulled their lips apart.
Catherine unwound herself from Vincent's waist, and he lowered her to the floor.
They turned to see Gabe smirking at them. Vincent grinned, and pulled a $100
bill out of his pocket. He handed it to Gabe, shaking his hand. Then, he picked
up Catherine bodily and raced out the door.
#-----
"Someone was anxious for the wedding night, weren't they?" Catherine said,
fighting laughter. Vincent shrugged.
"Hey! You said you would sleep with me after we got married. I wasn't
gonna waste anymore time!" Vincent said, a pout on his lips. Catherine shook her
head, and laughed.
#-------
"Welcome Mrs Keller! Your honeymoon awaits!" Vincent said, as he carried
Catherine into the hotel room they had just paid for. Catherine giggled and
swung the door shut with her foot. She kicked off the heels she wore, and they
fell on the floor. She sighed deeply.
"Finally!!! Fucking death traps!! You know who invented heels, right? A
fucking man, that's who! Let him walk around in them for a few hours!! He'll be
whining like a baby within 10 minutes," Catherine huffed out.
Vincent grinned and shook his head. He put Catherine down on the bed, and
grabbed her feet. She started to protest, before she realized his intent. As he
began rubbing her feet, she moaned and leaned back on the bed. His thumbs
massaged deep into her feet, and Catherine's eyes rolled back into her head.
"Fuck, Vincent!!! If you make me feel this good with my feet, how is the rest of
the night gonna go!!??"
He gave her a devilish grin. "You'll find out....." He had plans for her.
Catherine moaned again, and her toes started to curl. Vincent started moving
up to her ankles, his large hands encompassing her small ankles. As he began to
rub deeper, he noticed Catherine's hand inching up to her breast. He groaned as
she started squeezing the globe through her dress. His dick hardened painfully
in his pants. She squeezed harder, and started pinching the nipple through the
material. Vincent's mouth began to water.
"Take it off....." he whispered, his voice strained. Catherine gave him a
sultry smile. She sat up on the bed, and reached behind her. He heard the rasp
of the zipper, as she pulled it down. Her top fell down, and Vincent's eyes
widened. He damn near took a bite out of his tongue. Catherine wasn't wearing a
bra!
Her small, pert breasts and dark nipples called out to him, begging him to
taste them. He abandoned her ankles, and tackled her to the bed. She bounced and
giggled when he landed on her. "Sorry....." he mumbled, just before his lips
attacked hers. She sighed against his lips when she felt his large hand cover
her breast. She moaned when his thumb began thrumming her nipple.
"Oh.....fuck.....mouth......now.........please...." Catherine panted out
between kisses. She jerked upward when his tongue began stroking her nipple, as
he sucked her breast into his mouth. She grasped his hair, and felt her body
start to tremble. "Coming........SHIT!!" she cried, as she orgasmed. Vincent
switched sides, and began sucking on the other nipple. His hand snaked lower,
and inched into her underwear. They both sighed when his fingers thrust into her
moist heat. He could tell she was getting lost to the sensations overtaking her
body.
He thrust harder, and felt her walls tightening again. Seconds later, his
fingers were trapped as she tightened around them. He waited until she relaxed,
and pulled out his fingers. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. Almost
immediately, her hands were on his chest, skating downward toward his abs. He
sucked in a breath as her dainty fingers danced over his abs and outlined his 6
pack. "Catherine..." he breathed out.
"Are we gonna play all night, or are you gonna fuck me?" Catherine purred
out. Vincent stared at her, before a slow grin crossed his face. He stood up,
and quickly unbuttoned his pants. Before he could pull them down, however,
Catherine said, "Allow me..." and proceeded to pull his pants down over his ass.
His boxer briefs tented out, and Catherine's eyes widened. "Impressive......"
she gasped out.
Vincent forgot how to breath when Catherine pulled the boxer briefs down, and
his erection sprang out. Her fingers wrapped around his impressive girth, and he
grit his teeth, closing his eyes.
Seconds later, his eyes sprang open when he felt her hot mouth wrap around
his dick. He moaned and grasped her hair. She took him deeper, and Vincent's
knees began to shake. "Oh.....fuck.....Catherine....." he whimpered. She moaned,
and Vincent nearly collapsed from the sensation.
He allowed her to suck him for a few minutes, before he couldn't take
anymore. He pushed her back gently, and she released him with a 'pop'. Vincent
pulled her to her feet, and yanked her dress down her body. Her underwear
followed quickly. Vincent lifted Catherine up, so they were chest to chest. He
stared into her eyes. Lowering her to the bed, he thrust into her heat, and they
both moaned.
As Vincent began to move, they locked eyes. "I love you, Catherine Keller. So
much," he told her. Catherine smiled, and pulled him closer. She kissed him
deeply.
"I love you too, Vincent Keller. So much...."
#----------
"Then, talking became unnecessary as our hearts and bodies spoke for us. As
we soared toward completion, we knew we had found our soul mates. We knew we had
found our home......." Vincent finished with a smile.
"That was.......sob........beautiful. I
can't......sob......believe.....sob.....I forgot that!!" Catherine
wailed.
Vincent patted her hand, dumbfounded. He wasn't good with crying women.
Catherine finally composed herself, and muttered, "Damn
hormones!"
Vincent chuckled. "I'm sorry?" he said, and Catherine laughed at the
expression on his face.
"Comes with the territory. No biggie," she told him.
Vincent sighed. "So, that's all of it. We fell asleep, and woke up the next
morning, naked and married with no memory."
"Well, at least you got yours back. I doubt I'll ever remember," Catherine
said with a sigh. Vincent laughed. "It's not funny!"
"Oh, sweetheart! I wish I knew what was going through your mind during
all of that! I bet it was funny as hell, especially after that drug kicked into
your system."
"I was probably contemplating the quickest way to get you out of your clothes
and into bed," she smirked. "Forcing you to marry me first was probably the
smartest thing I've ever done."
Vincent leaned forward. He whispered in her ear, "I was never forced. You
were marrying me come Hell or high water!"
She leaned forward to kiss him, but suddenly gasped. Vincent's eyes widened,
and his heart started racing. "What!!??" he asked, grasping her arm,
trying not to hurt her.
"JT!!" she spit out. Vincent sat back, and raised an eyebrow.
"What about him?"
"We need to tell him to stop the Divorce papers!!"
#--------