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 4
The ride to JT's office was ghostly silent. Neither said a word. Vincent
snuck glances at Catherine, but she stared out the window, her eyes glued to the
landscape whipping by the car. Her head was in turmoil.
Why had she allowed that to happen? Stone drunk she could understand.
But...sober? There was no excuse for it. The revelation that she was in love
with Vincent threw her for a loop. Yeah sure, she had been crushing on him for
years. But....when had it turned into something more?
Catherine knew that Vincent was a gentleman. He hadn't been using her, or
slacking his lust on her. Vincent never did anything he didn't want to do.
But.....what did it all mean?
She was shaken from her thoughts when they pulled up to the building that
housed JT's practice. Vincent turned off the engine, and turned toward her.
"Catherine? Are you ready?" he asked quietly. His hand grasped her shoulder
gently. He was still rehashing her words from earlier. She wants this to be
real??? As in, a real marriage??
The contact of his hand sent a chill through Catherine. She nodded quickly,
and reached for the door handle. Vincent's next words stopped her, though.
"Catherine, wait. Before we go in, we should talk about....earlier," he said.
"What's there to say? I'm amazed it took us 6 years to fuck?" Catherine said,
forcing sarcasm into her voice. Vincent sighed.
"That's....not what I mean. Catherine....I didn't use anything this morning.
And....I'm pretty sure I didn't last night either. Could......Is there a
possibility.....?" Vincent broke off, not sure what to say.
For the first time since they entered the car, Catherine turned toward him.
"Relax, Vincent. I'm on the pill. Have been for years. So, you don't need to
worry about an unwanted pregnancy to add on top of this fiasco." She watched him
carefully. Was that.....disappointment on his face?
Vincent nodded, looking away for a moment. He was disappointed. He had
hoped that maybe, if she got pregnant......
As quick as he thought that, he brushed it aside. He knew Catherine. Even if
she did get pregnant, she wouldn't stay with him just because of a baby. She had
too much pride for that.
"So....what now? What do we do after this?" Catherine asked, startling him.
"What do you want to do?" Vincent returned.
"If it makes things....easier, I'll move out," Catherine told him.
Vincent's eyes widened. NO!!! "You don't...um....have to do that.
There's no reason things have to change. We can still be roommates. We'll just
happen to share a last name."
"I'm not changing my name," Catherine stated. At his stricken look, she
clarified. "I mean.... why change it when, in a few months, I'll just have to
change it back again? That's time and energy I don't need to spend."
Vincent stared at her. He was floored. He had just assumed.....
"Besides, I don't plan on telling anyone at work about our marriage. I
mean....why bother, right? They already know we are roommates. You come to
functions with me all the time. What would be so different?"
Her words were like a knife to Vincent's heart. He had
thought....hoped......God, he was a fool.
Catherine stared at him. God, she was a fool. Everything she told him had put
a bitter taste in her mouth. Bile rose up, but she forced it back down. She knew
she couldn't get attached to him, more than she was.
"Yeah.....yeah you're right. About all of it. There's no need for anyone to
know, except JT. And then, once the divorce goes through, we'll forget it even
happened." Vincent wanted to rip his tongue out of his head. He wanted to pour
acid down his throat, so the words would stop.
"Then we agree. To everyone around us, we are still just roommates and best
friends," Catherine said, forcing the words out. Vincent nodded, his shoulders
slumped.
"Let's get this over with," Vincent said, opening his door. His heart
shattered in his chest.
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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 4
The ride to JT's office was ghostly silent. Neither said a word. Vincent
snuck glances at Catherine, but she stared out the window, her eyes glued to the
landscape whipping by the car. Her head was in turmoil.
Why had she allowed that to happen? Stone drunk she could understand.
But...sober? There was no excuse for it. The revelation that she was in love
with Vincent threw her for a loop. Yeah sure, she had been crushing on him for
years. But....when had it turned into something more?
Catherine knew that Vincent was a gentleman. He hadn't been using her, or
slacking his lust on her. Vincent never did anything he didn't want to do.
But.....what did it all mean?
She was shaken from her thoughts when they pulled up to the building that
housed JT's practice. Vincent turned off the engine, and turned toward her.
"Catherine? Are you ready?" he asked quietly. His hand grasped her shoulder
gently. He was still rehashing her words from earlier. She wants this to be
real??? As in, a real marriage??
The contact of his hand sent a chill through Catherine. She nodded quickly,
and reached for the door handle. Vincent's next words stopped her, though.
"Catherine, wait. Before we go in, we should talk about....earlier," he said.
"What's there to say? I'm amazed it took us 6 years to fuck?" Catherine said,
forcing sarcasm into her voice. Vincent sighed.
"That's....not what I mean. Catherine....I didn't use anything this morning.
And....I'm pretty sure I didn't last night either. Could......Is there a
possibility.....?" Vincent broke off, not sure what to say.
For the first time since they entered the car, Catherine turned toward him.
"Relax, Vincent. I'm on the pill. Have been for years. So, you don't need to
worry about an unwanted pregnancy to add on top of this fiasco." She watched him
carefully. Was that.....disappointment on his face?
Vincent nodded, looking away for a moment. He was disappointed. He had
hoped that maybe, if she got pregnant......
As quick as he thought that, he brushed it aside. He knew Catherine. Even if
she did get pregnant, she wouldn't stay with him just because of a baby. She had
too much pride for that.
"So....what now? What do we do after this?" Catherine asked, startling him.
"What do you want to do?" Vincent returned.
"If it makes things....easier, I'll move out," Catherine told him.
Vincent's eyes widened. NO!!! "You don't...um....have to do that.
There's no reason things have to change. We can still be roommates. We'll just
happen to share a last name."
"I'm not changing my name," Catherine stated. At his stricken look, she
clarified. "I mean.... why change it when, in a few months, I'll just have to
change it back again? That's time and energy I don't need to spend."
Vincent stared at her. He was floored. He had just assumed.....
"Besides, I don't plan on telling anyone at work about our marriage. I
mean....why bother, right? They already know we are roommates. You come to
functions with me all the time. What would be so different?"
Her words were like a knife to Vincent's heart. He had
thought....hoped......God, he was a fool.
Catherine stared at him. God, she was a fool. Everything she told him had put
a bitter taste in her mouth. Bile rose up, but she forced it back down. She knew
she couldn't get attached to him, more than she was.
"Yeah.....yeah you're right. About all of it. There's no need for anyone to
know, except JT. And then, once the divorce goes through, we'll forget it even
happened." Vincent wanted to rip his tongue out of his head. He wanted to pour
acid down his throat, so the words would stop.
"Then we agree. To everyone around us, we are still just roommates and best
friends," Catherine said, forcing the words out. Vincent nodded, his shoulders
slumped.
"Let's get this over with," Vincent said, opening his door. His heart
shattered in his chest.
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