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!
#----
Chapter 3
"6 MONTHS TO A YEAR!!!??? Are you freaking SERIOUS, man?" Vincent
shouted into the phone.
Catherine jumped, and cringed inwardly. Vincent was on the phone with his
lawyer, JT Forbes, who also happened to be one of his best friends.
"Well.....yeah, I think so." There was a pause. "Hell man, If I knew the
answer to that, I wouldn't be in this mess right now." Another pause. "Dude, you
better be glad you are my best friend right now." Another pause. Then, Vincent
sighed deeply. "Yeah...we'll be in your office by this afternoon to start the
paperwork." Another pause. "Yep, you too, man."
Vincent sighed with disgust when he hung up the phone. He saw Catherine
watching him wearily. He sighed and sat beside her on the couch.
"Well...I have good news, bad news and worst news," he said, not meeting her
gaze.
"From the sounds of that conversation, none of them sound that great. But,
what is the good news first?" Catherine asked.
"We can get out of the marriage," Vincent said quietly. Catherine nodded.
"Bad news?"
"It can't be annulled." At Catherine's sputtering gasp, Vincent raced forward
in his explanation. "Since it's pretty obvious that we...consummated the
marriage, an annulment is out of the question. That only works if the marriage
isn't.....ya know."
"Okay, what is the worst news?"
"Once we file the papers to dissolve the marriage, it's gonna take 6 months
to a year for it to be finalized." Vincent cringed backward, waiting for the
explosion.
"WHAT!!?? We haven't even been married 24 hours, and it's gonna take 6
months to a year to end it!!??" Catherine screeched.
"We have to go down today to start the paperwork. With any luck, JT can put a
rush on it, and we'll be divorced in 6 months," Vincent said, although his tone
sounded anything but happy.
"Okay. Now that we know all that, what is the next step?" Catherine
asked.
"We need to backtrack our movements. Find out what happened. I don't know
about you, but I can't remember anything after we left the apartment yesterday.
Can you?" Vincent asked her.
"Nope. Total blank. Could we have been drugged?"
Vincent gave her an incredulous look. "Drugged? Really? Who the hell would
want to drug us, Catherine?"
Catherine looked sheepish. "It's just a thought. Geez, don't go all caveman
on me."
Vincent stared at her, as a flash of memory sparked through his brain.
"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." Vincent shook his head, trying to
make sense of what his brain had just let loose.
Catherine gazed at him with concern. "Are you alright?"
"I don't know, but....I think I just remembered something," Vincent said, his
tone questioning.
"What? What did you remember?" Catherine asked, grabbing his hands in hers.
"I think.....I think some guy was hitting on you, and I....got angry,"
Vincent said, his hands unconsciously gripping hers. "You said that to me last
night, too. Not to go caveman on you."
"So, did you go all beastie boy on the poor guy?" Catherine said jokingly.
Vincent shook his head again.
"I.....can't remember. I.....don't know what happened."
Catherine reached up, and caressed his cheek. "Hey, it's something anyway.
It's nice to know that even drunk, you were defending my honor," she said,
chuckling.
Vincent raised his eyes to hers. As their gazes caught, each became aware of
how close the other was. Each felt the pull of the other. Each wanted to see
where it would go. Vincent was the first to move. Very slowly, Vincent reached
his hand up, and wrapped it around the back of Catherine's neck. He pulled her
forward gently, giving her plenty of time to say no. She stopped breathing, as
their lips finally connected.
Catherine melted when she felt his lips on hers. How long had she dreamed of
this moment? How often had she wondered if it would ever happen? When his tongue
nudged against her lips, she parted them willingly, allowing his tongue
entrance. Distantly, she heard his low groan.
Wetness began to pool between her legs, and she shifted her position, trying
to relieve the pressure. She gasped, when suddenly, she felt Vincent's hand cup
her intimately. Oh sweet lord!! Yesssssssssss..........
Suddenly, she was hauled onto his lap, her nether regions crushed against his
erection. Catherine couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. He was
huge! Vincent smiled against her lips, and she gasped when he thrust against
her, the sensation making her head spin. He thrust again, and she whimpered
against his lips, wanting relief.
As if he could read her mind, Vincent hauled her upward, and carried her to
the bed. He laid her out on it, and settled himself between her legs. Catherine
gave him a bewildered look, before she felt him lick her intimately. Catherine
fell back against the bed, her body on fire.
She could only hold on as Vincent licked and sucked her down below. His
fingers spread her folds apart, as his tongue lapped at her clit, making
Catherine squirm and whimper his name. Finally, she shattered apart, screaming
out his name.
Vincent crawled up her body. At some point, her shirt had disappeared, as had
his boxers. He was panting as he looked down at her. "Catherine...?" he asked.
"Yes. Fuck yes!" she panted out. Vincent settled against her, and with one
thrust, filled her fully. "Sweet Jesus!" she heard Vincent grunt out.
As they moved together, Catherine grasped him tightly to her, never wanting
to let go. Vincent reached up, and pushed her hair out of her face. He kissed
her deeply, and Catherine wanted to cry.
Time lost meaning. This is what they couldn't remember from last night. This
is what they had missed out on for 6 years. This was what would be gone in a few
more.....
Catherine didn't realize she was crying, until Vincent pulled back to look at
her face. His thrusts slowed down. "Catherine? Honey, what is it?" he asked.
Catherine shook her head, and pulled him close again. She gripped his ass, and
Vincent began thrusting harder.
Catherine felt another orgasm slam into her, as Vincent grunted above her.
She felt his cum shot into her. He panted heavily, as he gazed down at her.
Gently, his fingers wiped at the tears on her cheeks.
"Sweetheart, what's the matter? Did I rush you? Did you not want this?"
Vincent said, panic in his voice. Catherine shook her head swiftly.
"No!! No, it was.....it was perfect. It was absolutely perfect. I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to cry."
Vincent sighed. Pulling out of her, he laid down beside her, pulling her
against his chest. He kissed the top of her head. "Catherine, honey....you don't
have to apologize. I was.....afraid. Afraid I hurt you. Did I? Is that why you
were crying?"
"No! I was crying because....." Because I just realized that I'm in love
with you. "Because....for just a moment....I wanted it to be real."
"Real? You mean.....you and me?" Vincent asked. Hope sprang up in his soul.
"It's stupid. I'm sorry I said anything. Just....forget I said anything. Come
on. We need to get dressed. The faster we get those papers started, the better."
Catherine rolled to the edge of the bed, and before Vincent could blink, she
raced to the bathroom, slamming the door tightly.
Vincent sighed, and propped his hands behind his head. He stared at the
ceiling, silently kicking himself. Nice going....fucktard! Always gotta think
with your dick, don't ya?
In the back of his mind, Vincent thought he had just made the biggest mistake
of his life.
He had no way of knowing that Catherine was thinking the same thing in the
bathroom.
How will I ever let go now???? they both thought, their hearts
crushed.
#----
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND POSSIBLE REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM!
IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT,
SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
#----
Chapter 3
"6 MONTHS TO A YEAR!!!??? Are you freaking SERIOUS, man?" Vincent
shouted into the phone.
Catherine jumped, and cringed inwardly. Vincent was on the phone with his
lawyer, JT Forbes, who also happened to be one of his best friends.
"Well.....yeah, I think so." There was a pause. "Hell man, If I knew the
answer to that, I wouldn't be in this mess right now." Another pause. "Dude, you
better be glad you are my best friend right now." Another pause. Then, Vincent
sighed deeply. "Yeah...we'll be in your office by this afternoon to start the
paperwork." Another pause. "Yep, you too, man."
Vincent sighed with disgust when he hung up the phone. He saw Catherine
watching him wearily. He sighed and sat beside her on the couch.
"Well...I have good news, bad news and worst news," he said, not meeting her
gaze.
"From the sounds of that conversation, none of them sound that great. But,
what is the good news first?" Catherine asked.
"We can get out of the marriage," Vincent said quietly. Catherine nodded.
"Bad news?"
"It can't be annulled." At Catherine's sputtering gasp, Vincent raced forward
in his explanation. "Since it's pretty obvious that we...consummated the
marriage, an annulment is out of the question. That only works if the marriage
isn't.....ya know."
"Okay, what is the worst news?"
"Once we file the papers to dissolve the marriage, it's gonna take 6 months
to a year for it to be finalized." Vincent cringed backward, waiting for the
explosion.
"WHAT!!?? We haven't even been married 24 hours, and it's gonna take 6
months to a year to end it!!??" Catherine screeched.
"We have to go down today to start the paperwork. With any luck, JT can put a
rush on it, and we'll be divorced in 6 months," Vincent said, although his tone
sounded anything but happy.
"Okay. Now that we know all that, what is the next step?" Catherine
asked.
"We need to backtrack our movements. Find out what happened. I don't know
about you, but I can't remember anything after we left the apartment yesterday.
Can you?" Vincent asked her.
"Nope. Total blank. Could we have been drugged?"
Vincent gave her an incredulous look. "Drugged? Really? Who the hell would
want to drug us, Catherine?"
Catherine looked sheepish. "It's just a thought. Geez, don't go all caveman
on me."
Vincent stared at her, as a flash of memory sparked through his brain.
"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." Vincent shook his head, trying to
make sense of what his brain had just let loose.
Catherine gazed at him with concern. "Are you alright?"
"I don't know, but....I think I just remembered something," Vincent said, his
tone questioning.
"What? What did you remember?" Catherine asked, grabbing his hands in hers.
"I think.....I think some guy was hitting on you, and I....got angry,"
Vincent said, his hands unconsciously gripping hers. "You said that to me last
night, too. Not to go caveman on you."
"So, did you go all beastie boy on the poor guy?" Catherine said jokingly.
Vincent shook his head again.
"I.....can't remember. I.....don't know what happened."
Catherine reached up, and caressed his cheek. "Hey, it's something anyway.
It's nice to know that even drunk, you were defending my honor," she said,
chuckling.
Vincent raised his eyes to hers. As their gazes caught, each became aware of
how close the other was. Each felt the pull of the other. Each wanted to see
where it would go. Vincent was the first to move. Very slowly, Vincent reached
his hand up, and wrapped it around the back of Catherine's neck. He pulled her
forward gently, giving her plenty of time to say no. She stopped breathing, as
their lips finally connected.
Catherine melted when she felt his lips on hers. How long had she dreamed of
this moment? How often had she wondered if it would ever happen? When his tongue
nudged against her lips, she parted them willingly, allowing his tongue
entrance. Distantly, she heard his low groan.
Wetness began to pool between her legs, and she shifted her position, trying
to relieve the pressure. She gasped, when suddenly, she felt Vincent's hand cup
her intimately. Oh sweet lord!! Yesssssssssss..........
Suddenly, she was hauled onto his lap, her nether regions crushed against his
erection. Catherine couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. He was
huge! Vincent smiled against her lips, and she gasped when he thrust against
her, the sensation making her head spin. He thrust again, and she whimpered
against his lips, wanting relief.
As if he could read her mind, Vincent hauled her upward, and carried her to
the bed. He laid her out on it, and settled himself between her legs. Catherine
gave him a bewildered look, before she felt him lick her intimately. Catherine
fell back against the bed, her body on fire.
She could only hold on as Vincent licked and sucked her down below. His
fingers spread her folds apart, as his tongue lapped at her clit, making
Catherine squirm and whimper his name. Finally, she shattered apart, screaming
out his name.
Vincent crawled up her body. At some point, her shirt had disappeared, as had
his boxers. He was panting as he looked down at her. "Catherine...?" he asked.
"Yes. Fuck yes!" she panted out. Vincent settled against her, and with one
thrust, filled her fully. "Sweet Jesus!" she heard Vincent grunt out.
As they moved together, Catherine grasped him tightly to her, never wanting
to let go. Vincent reached up, and pushed her hair out of her face. He kissed
her deeply, and Catherine wanted to cry.
Time lost meaning. This is what they couldn't remember from last night. This
is what they had missed out on for 6 years. This was what would be gone in a few
more.....
Catherine didn't realize she was crying, until Vincent pulled back to look at
her face. His thrusts slowed down. "Catherine? Honey, what is it?" he asked.
Catherine shook her head, and pulled him close again. She gripped his ass, and
Vincent began thrusting harder.
Catherine felt another orgasm slam into her, as Vincent grunted above her.
She felt his cum shot into her. He panted heavily, as he gazed down at her.
Gently, his fingers wiped at the tears on her cheeks.
"Sweetheart, what's the matter? Did I rush you? Did you not want this?"
Vincent said, panic in his voice. Catherine shook her head swiftly.
"No!! No, it was.....it was perfect. It was absolutely perfect. I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to cry."
Vincent sighed. Pulling out of her, he laid down beside her, pulling her
against his chest. He kissed the top of her head. "Catherine, honey....you don't
have to apologize. I was.....afraid. Afraid I hurt you. Did I? Is that why you
were crying?"
"No! I was crying because....." Because I just realized that I'm in love
with you. "Because....for just a moment....I wanted it to be real."
"Real? You mean.....you and me?" Vincent asked. Hope sprang up in his soul.
"It's stupid. I'm sorry I said anything. Just....forget I said anything. Come
on. We need to get dressed. The faster we get those papers started, the better."
Catherine rolled to the edge of the bed, and before Vincent could blink, she
raced to the bathroom, slamming the door tightly.
Vincent sighed, and propped his hands behind his head. He stared at the
ceiling, silently kicking himself. Nice going....fucktard! Always gotta think
with your dick, don't ya?
In the back of his mind, Vincent thought he had just made the biggest mistake
of his life.
He had no way of knowing that Catherine was thinking the same thing in the
bathroom.
How will I ever let go now???? they both thought, their hearts
crushed.
#----