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 5
After they signed the papers to start their divorce, JT asked to speak to
Vincent privately. Vincent sighed, and handed the car keys to Catherine.
"I'll try to be quick," he told her. She nodded and headed out the door,
waving goodbye to JT.
Once the door was closed, JT rounded on Vincent. "What the fuck were
you thinking, man? How the fuck could you marry her?"
Vincent's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me!? I thought you liked Catherine?"
"I do, V. I do. I'm just saying....I thought you were smarter than this!" JT
exclaimed.
"We got drunk. Not like I planned it. Hell, I can't even remember anything!
We woke up this morning, in a hotel room, buck naked, wearing matching wedding
rings. Didn't take a genius to figure out what happened!"
"That's my point, V! How do you even know it's real?"
Vincent sighed. "Cause I found the marriage certificate in my pants pocket
this morning. It's definitely real," he said, taking the certificate out of his
pocket. He handed it to JT, who examined it closely. Finally, he shook his head.
"Yep, it's real all right. You definitely married one Catherine Isabelle
Chandler last night at 10:50pm. The Honorable Gabriel Lowen presided."
The gears in Vincent's head started turning. "We left the apartment around
7pm. That leaves almost 4 hours unaccounted for, in between. What the hell
happened during that time?" Vincent pondered aloud.
JT snorted. "Your guess is better than mine, big guy."
Ignoring him, Vincent said, "Okay. So, we need to find this guy Lowen. Maybe
he can fill in a few of the details."
"Speaking of details......how was the sex this morning, big guy?" JT asked
with a grin.
Vincent bristled. "None of your fucking business!"
JT held up his hands. "What!? You've always shared before. What's so special
about this time? Come on! Is she any good in the sack?" he asked, with wide eyed
innocence.
"That's my wife you're talking about!" Vincent growled. "Friend or no,
If you ask again, I'll lay your ass out on the floor!"
"Whoa, dude! I get it. Catherine and sex talk off limits! Geez! Touchy,
touchy!" JT said, backing up until he hit his desk.
Vincent glared at JT. He bristled with barely checked anger. JT watched his
friend closely. Finally, he chuckled. "What!?" Vincent gritted out.
"How long have you been in love with Catherine?" JT asked. Vincent stepped
back, shocked. When he didn't answer, JT continued. "Dude, it's so obvious. You
have never, ever, acted like this about another woman. Ever!" he
repeated, stressing the word.
Vincent rammed his hands into his hair. He exhaled loudly. "Yeah, I love
her." He sighed and looked at the floor. "I've loved her for years. She's it for
me, JT. She's the one."
"Then, forgive the obviously stupid question, but, why go through with a
divorce then? V, she loves you too," JT told him. Vincent's head snapped up.
"Then why the hell is she pushing for the divorce?"
JT looked at his friend like he was the dumbest creature on the planet. At
that moment, he was certain he was. "Have you told her how you feel?"
"Well....no. But, I sure as hell showed her this morning!"
JT shook his head and laughed. "Dude, sex and love are two totally
different animals. You don't need to be in love with someone to have sex
with them. Hell, you don't even have to like the other person. But....love?
That means something. That is the connecting of two people. Body, mind
and soul. That is what I am talking about. Take a chance. Tell her how you
feel."
"But..."
"No "buts," V. Tell her!! She might even surprise you."
"I.....can't. Not yet. I need to know exactly what happened last night,
before I can tell her."
JT shook his head. "Fine. Whatever. Good luck, man. Something tells me you
are gonna need it."
They said their goodbyes and Vincent headed out the door. He stepped outside
and spied Catherine sitting in the car, waiting.
Was she in love with him like JT said?? Somehow, he would find out.
#------
All the way back to the apartment, Vincent was formulating a plan in his
head. The only question was: Would it work??
Catherine sighed, and Vincent glanced her way. "Penny for your thoughts?" he
said.
"I called into work. Told them I was taking a few days off. We need to figure
out what happened last night," she told him.
Vincent contemplated, and then shifted his hip up off the seat, pulling out
the marriage certificate. "Here...this might help," he said, handing it to her.
Opening it, she looked it over. "The Honorable Gabriel Lowen," she said to
herself. "I can run a trace on him. See if anything pops up in the system."
Vincent chuckled. "Always thinking like a cop."
She looked affronted. "Well, I am a detective. It's my job to think
like that."
"Relax, honey. I meant it as a compliment."
She glanced down, but not before he caught the blush that spilled onto her
fair cheeks. Hmmmmm.......
Catherine cleared her throat. "So, what now?"
His eyebrow raised up. "Come again?"
"When we get back to the apartment. What is gonna happen?"
"What do you want to happen?" he asked, slating a grin at her.
"Not what you are thinking. Sex is off the table now."
Vincent acted offended. "Were my skills not up to your standards, my
dear?"
Catherine blushed, and looked down at her lap. "No! I mean..... your
skills were.....perfect. I just think that sex would complicate
things."
Vincent slowed down the car, and pulled to a stop along the side of the road.
Catherine looked at him, frowning. He turned toward her, and grabbed her hands.
She tried to pull them back, but he held on tighter.
"I was gonna wait to say this at the apartment, but, I think now is the
better time. Catherine, I have no intention of living like a monk for the next
year. I don't do the whole "chaste" thing very well. I like sex. I especially
like it with you."
Catherine stared at him. "Are you planning to cheat?" she asked in a small
voice.
Vincent released one of her hands, and brought his up to cup her cheek. "No.
I wouldn't do that to you. Ever! But, I've been thinking about what you
said this morning. About how you wanted this to be real."
"I told you to forget about that. It was stupid. I was just.....in the
moment," Catherine said softly, her eyes not quite meeting his.
Vincent pulled her closer, until their lips were an inch apart. "I don't
want to forget it. Catherine.....I want it to be real, too...." he said
softly, just before his lips settled on hers.
Catherine was shocked. She sighed, before kissing him back. He growled, and
put more pressure on her lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue swept in.
She almost purred at the sensation. His tongue lashed around her mouth, and she
regretted the space between them.
Pulling back, Vincent panted slightly. He took her hand, and settled it on
his lap, where his erection was straining against his jeans. "The only person I
want to have sex with is you. I want to go to sleep next to you every
night, and wake up next to you every morning. I want to consume you, body and
soul. For as long as our marriage lasts, I want only you."
"Vincent..." Catherine started, but he cut her off.
"I won't rush you or force you into anything. Don't give me an answer now.
Really think about it. And if you really want this to be real, all you have to
do is come to my room tonight. Just come to my room and say, "Yes."
"And....if I don't?" she asked.
Vincent sighed. "Then I guess I'll be a fucking eunuch for a year."
"And....if I come, and then decide down the road that I changed my
mind....?"
"Just tell me it's over, and it will be." He kissed her again, before
shifting back into the seat. He put the car back in gear, and they got back on
the road.
#-----
It was later that night, and Vincent had already gone to bed. Catherine
looked around her room. Her head spun with everything Vincent had said to her in
the car. Could she do it? Could she risk her heart?
Without even realizing it, she knew her mind had been made up in the car. She
knew what she would do. Calmly, she changed her clothes....
Vincent was laying in his bed, wide awake. He glanced at the clock beside
him. 12:48 AM it read. Vincent sighed, realizing that Catherine would not be
coming. He tried to swallow the disappointment that was eating at him. Guess
I'll be taking a lot of cold showers and buying lots of lube. He rolled
over, and closed his eyes, praying he could make it through the next year
without going insane.
A slight creaking sound made Vincent turn over. Catherine stood in his
doorway, in a barely there cami and boy shorts. His dick instantly hardened.
"Catherine....?" he whispered.
She closed the door and approached his bed. He felt the other side dip with
her slight weight. She settled against his chest. Her hand came up to cup his
face. "Yes....." she whispered, just before her lips brushed gently across
his.
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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!
#-----
Chapter 5
After they signed the papers to start their divorce, JT asked to speak to
Vincent privately. Vincent sighed, and handed the car keys to Catherine.
"I'll try to be quick," he told her. She nodded and headed out the door,
waving goodbye to JT.
Once the door was closed, JT rounded on Vincent. "What the fuck were
you thinking, man? How the fuck could you marry her?"
Vincent's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me!? I thought you liked Catherine?"
"I do, V. I do. I'm just saying....I thought you were smarter than this!" JT
exclaimed.
"We got drunk. Not like I planned it. Hell, I can't even remember anything!
We woke up this morning, in a hotel room, buck naked, wearing matching wedding
rings. Didn't take a genius to figure out what happened!"
"That's my point, V! How do you even know it's real?"
Vincent sighed. "Cause I found the marriage certificate in my pants pocket
this morning. It's definitely real," he said, taking the certificate out of his
pocket. He handed it to JT, who examined it closely. Finally, he shook his head.
"Yep, it's real all right. You definitely married one Catherine Isabelle
Chandler last night at 10:50pm. The Honorable Gabriel Lowen presided."
The gears in Vincent's head started turning. "We left the apartment around
7pm. That leaves almost 4 hours unaccounted for, in between. What the hell
happened during that time?" Vincent pondered aloud.
JT snorted. "Your guess is better than mine, big guy."
Ignoring him, Vincent said, "Okay. So, we need to find this guy Lowen. Maybe
he can fill in a few of the details."
"Speaking of details......how was the sex this morning, big guy?" JT asked
with a grin.
Vincent bristled. "None of your fucking business!"
JT held up his hands. "What!? You've always shared before. What's so special
about this time? Come on! Is she any good in the sack?" he asked, with wide eyed
innocence.
"That's my wife you're talking about!" Vincent growled. "Friend or no,
If you ask again, I'll lay your ass out on the floor!"
"Whoa, dude! I get it. Catherine and sex talk off limits! Geez! Touchy,
touchy!" JT said, backing up until he hit his desk.
Vincent glared at JT. He bristled with barely checked anger. JT watched his
friend closely. Finally, he chuckled. "What!?" Vincent gritted out.
"How long have you been in love with Catherine?" JT asked. Vincent stepped
back, shocked. When he didn't answer, JT continued. "Dude, it's so obvious. You
have never, ever, acted like this about another woman. Ever!" he
repeated, stressing the word.
Vincent rammed his hands into his hair. He exhaled loudly. "Yeah, I love
her." He sighed and looked at the floor. "I've loved her for years. She's it for
me, JT. She's the one."
"Then, forgive the obviously stupid question, but, why go through with a
divorce then? V, she loves you too," JT told him. Vincent's head snapped up.
"Then why the hell is she pushing for the divorce?"
JT looked at his friend like he was the dumbest creature on the planet. At
that moment, he was certain he was. "Have you told her how you feel?"
"Well....no. But, I sure as hell showed her this morning!"
JT shook his head and laughed. "Dude, sex and love are two totally
different animals. You don't need to be in love with someone to have sex
with them. Hell, you don't even have to like the other person. But....love?
That means something. That is the connecting of two people. Body, mind
and soul. That is what I am talking about. Take a chance. Tell her how you
feel."
"But..."
"No "buts," V. Tell her!! She might even surprise you."
"I.....can't. Not yet. I need to know exactly what happened last night,
before I can tell her."
JT shook his head. "Fine. Whatever. Good luck, man. Something tells me you
are gonna need it."
They said their goodbyes and Vincent headed out the door. He stepped outside
and spied Catherine sitting in the car, waiting.
Was she in love with him like JT said?? Somehow, he would find out.
#------
All the way back to the apartment, Vincent was formulating a plan in his
head. The only question was: Would it work??
Catherine sighed, and Vincent glanced her way. "Penny for your thoughts?" he
said.
"I called into work. Told them I was taking a few days off. We need to figure
out what happened last night," she told him.
Vincent contemplated, and then shifted his hip up off the seat, pulling out
the marriage certificate. "Here...this might help," he said, handing it to her.
Opening it, she looked it over. "The Honorable Gabriel Lowen," she said to
herself. "I can run a trace on him. See if anything pops up in the system."
Vincent chuckled. "Always thinking like a cop."
She looked affronted. "Well, I am a detective. It's my job to think
like that."
"Relax, honey. I meant it as a compliment."
She glanced down, but not before he caught the blush that spilled onto her
fair cheeks. Hmmmmm.......
Catherine cleared her throat. "So, what now?"
His eyebrow raised up. "Come again?"
"When we get back to the apartment. What is gonna happen?"
"What do you want to happen?" he asked, slating a grin at her.
"Not what you are thinking. Sex is off the table now."
Vincent acted offended. "Were my skills not up to your standards, my
dear?"
Catherine blushed, and looked down at her lap. "No! I mean..... your
skills were.....perfect. I just think that sex would complicate
things."
Vincent slowed down the car, and pulled to a stop along the side of the road.
Catherine looked at him, frowning. He turned toward her, and grabbed her hands.
She tried to pull them back, but he held on tighter.
"I was gonna wait to say this at the apartment, but, I think now is the
better time. Catherine, I have no intention of living like a monk for the next
year. I don't do the whole "chaste" thing very well. I like sex. I especially
like it with you."
Catherine stared at him. "Are you planning to cheat?" she asked in a small
voice.
Vincent released one of her hands, and brought his up to cup her cheek. "No.
I wouldn't do that to you. Ever! But, I've been thinking about what you
said this morning. About how you wanted this to be real."
"I told you to forget about that. It was stupid. I was just.....in the
moment," Catherine said softly, her eyes not quite meeting his.
Vincent pulled her closer, until their lips were an inch apart. "I don't
want to forget it. Catherine.....I want it to be real, too...." he said
softly, just before his lips settled on hers.
Catherine was shocked. She sighed, before kissing him back. He growled, and
put more pressure on her lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue swept in.
She almost purred at the sensation. His tongue lashed around her mouth, and she
regretted the space between them.
Pulling back, Vincent panted slightly. He took her hand, and settled it on
his lap, where his erection was straining against his jeans. "The only person I
want to have sex with is you. I want to go to sleep next to you every
night, and wake up next to you every morning. I want to consume you, body and
soul. For as long as our marriage lasts, I want only you."
"Vincent..." Catherine started, but he cut her off.
"I won't rush you or force you into anything. Don't give me an answer now.
Really think about it. And if you really want this to be real, all you have to
do is come to my room tonight. Just come to my room and say, "Yes."
"And....if I don't?" she asked.
Vincent sighed. "Then I guess I'll be a fucking eunuch for a year."
"And....if I come, and then decide down the road that I changed my
mind....?"
"Just tell me it's over, and it will be." He kissed her again, before
shifting back into the seat. He put the car back in gear, and they got back on
the road.
#-----
It was later that night, and Vincent had already gone to bed. Catherine
looked around her room. Her head spun with everything Vincent had said to her in
the car. Could she do it? Could she risk her heart?
Without even realizing it, she knew her mind had been made up in the car. She
knew what she would do. Calmly, she changed her clothes....
Vincent was laying in his bed, wide awake. He glanced at the clock beside
him. 12:48 AM it read. Vincent sighed, realizing that Catherine would not be
coming. He tried to swallow the disappointment that was eating at him. Guess
I'll be taking a lot of cold showers and buying lots of lube. He rolled
over, and closed his eyes, praying he could make it through the next year
without going insane.
A slight creaking sound made Vincent turn over. Catherine stood in his
doorway, in a barely there cami and boy shorts. His dick instantly hardened.
"Catherine....?" he whispered.
She closed the door and approached his bed. He felt the other side dip with
her slight weight. She settled against his chest. Her hand came up to cup his
face. "Yes....." she whispered, just before her lips brushed gently across
his.
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