The Same Last Name
Disclaimer: This is an original piece based on a book of the same title by
Kathleen Gilles Seidel. No copyright infringement is meant and all rights for
Beauty and the Beast characters belong to CBS and the CW Network.
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, ETC. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, SCRAM!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE YOU!
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For once, all was silent in the Keller house. 5 year old Mikey and 2 1/2 year
old Isabelle were both asleep for the night. Catherine was exhausted and
fighting sleep. Vincent's shift at the Hospital was almost over, and she really
wanted to spend some time with her husband. Stifling a yawn, she stretched out
on the couch. Closing her eyes, she thought, 'Just for a few minutes....'
Soon, Catherine was sound asleep.
When Vincent got home a short while later, he smiled at the sight that
greeted him. Catherine was stretched out on the couch, her head crooked at an
awkward angle. He walked over to the couch, and gently lifted her into his arms.
Even asleep, she recognized the feeling of his arms around her. She cuddled
against his chest, her head getting comfortable on his shoulder.
Vincent carried her into their bedroom. Pulling back the covers one handed, he placed Catherine gently on the bed, and pulled the covers back over her. She snuggled into her pillow, sighing deeply. Vincent feathered a kiss on her forehead, before backing out of their room. He headed for the kitchen, and heated up the dinner that Catherine had put in the fridge for him.
After he was done, he checked on the children, pulling up blankets and
leaving kisses on their cheeks. Then, he headed to the bathroom for a quick
shower before bed. Entering the bedroom a short time later, a towel round his
waist, he saw that Catherine was now sprawled half on his side of the bed. He
chuckled, but then a devilish idea struck him. He dropped the towel.
Crawling naked into bed, he began to make short work of the tank top and
shorts that Catherine had on. She slept on, not noticing anything. Once she was
as naked as him, he began to kiss and caress her flesh. Catherine
'mmmmmmmmmmm'ed and began to stretch her body toward his. Vincent smiled
and worked his way to her breasts. His mouth latched on to one of her nipples,
and he began to lick and suck the nipple into his mouth. Catherine arched up,
her hands fisting in his hair. She moaned and opened her eyes, blinking several
times.
"Vincent?" she asked, her eyes bleary from sleep. He crawled up and met her
eyes.
"Well, if it isn't Sleeping Beauty. About time you joined the party," he
teased her. His hand reached to her breast, stroking her flesh.
"Looks like you started without me," she deadpanned. Vincent looked
affronted.
"Would I do that?" he fained innocence.
"Yes..."she said, just before she pulled him in for a kiss. Mouths connected
as bodies collided. Vincent stroked and played her flesh like a guitar. He knew
which strings to pluck to get the most harmonious sound.
Catherine arched and panted beneath him, wanting him even closer. She
surprised him when she forcefully rolled him, so that she was then on top. He
breasts hung over his face, and Vincent stared at them like a drowning man. He
leaned up, and captured one in his mouth again. Catherine fisted his hair,
keeping him there.
Vincent reached down, insinuating his hand between her legs. She shifted her
legs wider, and Vincent plunged a finger inside. Catherine moaned and ground
against his finger. He flicked it inside her, and felt her juices starting.
Adding a second, he mimed the sex act.
Catherine reached down, and gripped his dick. She began to pump him, causing
Vincent to growl, "Minx." She just smiled and pumped him harder. He gritted his
teeth, wanting this to last.
Finally, he could take no more. He pulled his fingers out and flipped them,
entering Catherine at the same time. She giggled and said, "Are we impatient
tonight?"
He thrust in and out, hard and fast. "Hell yes," he panted. Then, there was
no more thought of words as the pleasure began coursing through them. Catherine
panted in his ear, her voice rising as she coasted closer to her orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhh......ohhhhhhhhh yes..........."
Vincent knew when she hit her orgasm, as her nails dug into his back and she
screamed his name. Her walls tightened around him. He grunted and emptied
himself into her moist heat.
After their breathing returned to normal, Catherine propped herself on
Vincent's chest. He smiled at her, and she giggled as he yawned loudly.
"Awww....did I wear you out?" she teased in a singsong voice. Vincent
grinned, and the next thing she knew, his hand swatted her ass.
"You are a minx!" he told her. Pulling the blankets up over them, they rolled
to their sides, spooning. Within moments, they were asleep.
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Vincent was drinking his coffee the next morning at the table, when Mikey and
Isabelle wandered into the kitchen. Izzy saw her father and came running.
"Daddy!" she screeched. Vincent smiled and picked her up, setting Izzy on his
lap. She immediately reached for his coffee cup, saying "Sip?" Vincent chuckled,
and gave her a sip.
"You know you shouldn't give her coffee. She'll be bouncing off the walls as
it is," Catherine said, having just entered the kitchen. She went to the
cupboard and retrieved the children's cereal. Pouring it into bowls, she placed
them on the table and got the milk out of the fridge. Once they were eating,
Catherine went to work on breakfast for her and Vincent.
"Mommy, I think I heard a ghost last night," Mikey said, looking up from his
cereal. Catherine turned to look at him.
"Why do you think that, Mikey?" she asked. Vincent shrugged, and took a sip
of his coffee.
"Because, I woke up this morning, and heard a voice saying,
"Ohhhhhhh.......ohhhhhh." It sounded just like a ghost."
Vincent almost choked on his coffee. He chanced a glance at Catherine, who's
face was beet red. He fought the laughter that was building.
Izzy, her brother's parrot, said, "Ohhhhhh......ohhhhhh...."
Catherine glared at Vincent. He raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his face.
"It was probably just an owl, sweetheart. They make that sound too,"
Catherine said, trying to regain her composure.
"Must have been one big owl......" Vincent smirked. He was rewarded with a
wet dishrag in the face.
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Disclaimer: This is an original piece based on a book of the same title by
Kathleen Gilles Seidel. No copyright infringement is meant and all rights for
Beauty and the Beast characters belong to CBS and the CW Network.
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, ETC. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, SCRAM!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE YOU!
#------
For once, all was silent in the Keller house. 5 year old Mikey and 2 1/2 year
old Isabelle were both asleep for the night. Catherine was exhausted and
fighting sleep. Vincent's shift at the Hospital was almost over, and she really
wanted to spend some time with her husband. Stifling a yawn, she stretched out
on the couch. Closing her eyes, she thought, 'Just for a few minutes....'
Soon, Catherine was sound asleep.
When Vincent got home a short while later, he smiled at the sight that
greeted him. Catherine was stretched out on the couch, her head crooked at an
awkward angle. He walked over to the couch, and gently lifted her into his arms.
Even asleep, she recognized the feeling of his arms around her. She cuddled
against his chest, her head getting comfortable on his shoulder.
Vincent carried her into their bedroom. Pulling back the covers one handed, he placed Catherine gently on the bed, and pulled the covers back over her. She snuggled into her pillow, sighing deeply. Vincent feathered a kiss on her forehead, before backing out of their room. He headed for the kitchen, and heated up the dinner that Catherine had put in the fridge for him.
After he was done, he checked on the children, pulling up blankets and
leaving kisses on their cheeks. Then, he headed to the bathroom for a quick
shower before bed. Entering the bedroom a short time later, a towel round his
waist, he saw that Catherine was now sprawled half on his side of the bed. He
chuckled, but then a devilish idea struck him. He dropped the towel.
Crawling naked into bed, he began to make short work of the tank top and
shorts that Catherine had on. She slept on, not noticing anything. Once she was
as naked as him, he began to kiss and caress her flesh. Catherine
'mmmmmmmmmmm'ed and began to stretch her body toward his. Vincent smiled
and worked his way to her breasts. His mouth latched on to one of her nipples,
and he began to lick and suck the nipple into his mouth. Catherine arched up,
her hands fisting in his hair. She moaned and opened her eyes, blinking several
times.
"Vincent?" she asked, her eyes bleary from sleep. He crawled up and met her
eyes.
"Well, if it isn't Sleeping Beauty. About time you joined the party," he
teased her. His hand reached to her breast, stroking her flesh.
"Looks like you started without me," she deadpanned. Vincent looked
affronted.
"Would I do that?" he fained innocence.
"Yes..."she said, just before she pulled him in for a kiss. Mouths connected
as bodies collided. Vincent stroked and played her flesh like a guitar. He knew
which strings to pluck to get the most harmonious sound.
Catherine arched and panted beneath him, wanting him even closer. She
surprised him when she forcefully rolled him, so that she was then on top. He
breasts hung over his face, and Vincent stared at them like a drowning man. He
leaned up, and captured one in his mouth again. Catherine fisted his hair,
keeping him there.
Vincent reached down, insinuating his hand between her legs. She shifted her
legs wider, and Vincent plunged a finger inside. Catherine moaned and ground
against his finger. He flicked it inside her, and felt her juices starting.
Adding a second, he mimed the sex act.
Catherine reached down, and gripped his dick. She began to pump him, causing
Vincent to growl, "Minx." She just smiled and pumped him harder. He gritted his
teeth, wanting this to last.
Finally, he could take no more. He pulled his fingers out and flipped them,
entering Catherine at the same time. She giggled and said, "Are we impatient
tonight?"
He thrust in and out, hard and fast. "Hell yes," he panted. Then, there was
no more thought of words as the pleasure began coursing through them. Catherine
panted in his ear, her voice rising as she coasted closer to her orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhh......ohhhhhhhhh yes..........."
Vincent knew when she hit her orgasm, as her nails dug into his back and she
screamed his name. Her walls tightened around him. He grunted and emptied
himself into her moist heat.
After their breathing returned to normal, Catherine propped herself on
Vincent's chest. He smiled at her, and she giggled as he yawned loudly.
"Awww....did I wear you out?" she teased in a singsong voice. Vincent
grinned, and the next thing she knew, his hand swatted her ass.
"You are a minx!" he told her. Pulling the blankets up over them, they rolled
to their sides, spooning. Within moments, they were asleep.
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Vincent was drinking his coffee the next morning at the table, when Mikey and
Isabelle wandered into the kitchen. Izzy saw her father and came running.
"Daddy!" she screeched. Vincent smiled and picked her up, setting Izzy on his
lap. She immediately reached for his coffee cup, saying "Sip?" Vincent chuckled,
and gave her a sip.
"You know you shouldn't give her coffee. She'll be bouncing off the walls as
it is," Catherine said, having just entered the kitchen. She went to the
cupboard and retrieved the children's cereal. Pouring it into bowls, she placed
them on the table and got the milk out of the fridge. Once they were eating,
Catherine went to work on breakfast for her and Vincent.
"Mommy, I think I heard a ghost last night," Mikey said, looking up from his
cereal. Catherine turned to look at him.
"Why do you think that, Mikey?" she asked. Vincent shrugged, and took a sip
of his coffee.
"Because, I woke up this morning, and heard a voice saying,
"Ohhhhhhh.......ohhhhhh." It sounded just like a ghost."
Vincent almost choked on his coffee. He chanced a glance at Catherine, who's
face was beet red. He fought the laughter that was building.
Izzy, her brother's parrot, said, "Ohhhhhh......ohhhhhh...."
Catherine glared at Vincent. He raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his face.
"It was probably just an owl, sweetheart. They make that sound too,"
Catherine said, trying to regain her composure.
"Must have been one big owl......" Vincent smirked. He was rewarded with a
wet dishrag in the face.
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