Survival
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!
This story is told from Catherine's POV, in the first person. May throw in
Vincent's POV down the line.
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Chapter 7
"Damn it, Catherine! Will you just let me explain? I wasn't spying on
you! I swear I wasn't. Will you please talk to me?" Vincent pleaded for
the umpteenth time since we arrived back at our camp. I kept my back to him, and
poked at the fire with a long stick. Night had fallen again, and I wanted the
fire to burn brightly for a good, long while.
I had been studiously ignoring him all day, refusing to speak to him, or even
listen to his explanations. It was self preservation. I was so confused. On one
hand, I felt violated. He had seen me at my most vulnerable. I had been
completely naked.......bared to his mocking gaze. No man had ever seen me
exposed like that. The fact that the first man to do so was Vincent........
I felt overwhelmed with insecurities. I didn't suffer any delusions that he
found me even remotely attractive. I knew I wasn't as busty or beautiful as most
of our classmates. I'm barely an A cup, and skinny as a rail. My brown hair is
mousy and tends to frizz in the heat. My eyes are dull, the color bland. I'm
also too short. No guy wants to get a crick in his neck looking down all day.
Most guys want a girl who is eye level. To someone as tall as Vincent, I would
be nothing more than an armrest. I was certainly nothing that he would want to
take a second look at, even though I was certain nothing had escaped his hot
gaze.
A smaller, quieter part of my mind wondered what would have happened if I
hadn't reacted as I had. Would I have allowed him to join me in the water? Would
we have kissed? Would there have been touching? How much touching?
I silently scoffed, shaking my head at the absurdities running through my
head. I was just kidding myself thinking that any guy would want me in his
bed. Especially a guy that looked like Vincent....
I chucked the stick into the fire, and stood up quickly. I turned toward
Vincent, and he watched me with a weary expression. I took a deep breath.
"Catherine...." Vincent started. I raised my hand, shaking my head. He fell
silent.
"Look......I don't know how long we are going to be here. Bathing is
obviously going to be a necessity. If one of us needs......privacy.....the other
needs to know, so that doesn't happen again. Other than that, I'll stay
out of your way, and you stay out of mine."
"Catherine..."
"I'm not finished. I know I'm nothing great to look at, so if you are going
to tease me, just get it over with now. Believe me.........I've heard anything
and everything you can think of before.......many times. So......go
ahead."
Vincent looked hurt. "I'm not going to tease you, Catherine. I would never do
that. What happened.....that was an accident. I wasn't deliberately spying on
you. Yes, I admit that maybe I was staring when you saw me.....but......my
god.......if you only knew the vision you made floating in that
water...."
My breath caught. I blinked back the tears that suddenly appeared in my eyes.
"You said you wouldn't tease me, yet you say something like that to me. Don't
toy with me like that. I'm not a slut that is just going to fall into your arms,
because you spout pretty words. I don't know what your game is, but I'm nowhere
near close to falling for it."
Vincent shook his head. "It's not a game, Catherine. I promise you it
isn't."
"Whatever, Keller. I'm not falling into bed with you, so whatever ideas are
rolling through your head right now, just forget them. I won't become your whore
while we are out here."
Vincent looked like I had slapped him. Then, he scoffed. "You really do have
a low opinion of me, don't you?" he spit out.
"Well......I'd say I have good reason."
"Believe what you want, Catherine. But......I want you to know one
thing."
"What's that?"
He stepped closer. "I've never treated any woman like a whore. I certainly
don't plan to start with you," he growled out. I stared at him as he
strode angrily toward the tent. He jerked the door open roughly, and stepped
inside. I heard him tossing stuff around inside, and seconds later, my bag came
flying out. He poked his head out. "Since you don't want to "fall into bed with
me," I hope you enjoy the great outdoors. Have a good night," he said angrily,
before he disappeared back into the tent. The door zipped shut and I heard him
settle into the sleeping bag.
I gaped at the door. He's kidding, right? He doesn't really expect me
to sleep out here, does he? Minutes passed, and I heard no further
movement from him. Reality slapped me in the face. He did expect me to
sleep out here...
I hung my head, ashamed of myself. Why did I say all that? Look what it got
me........the hard ground.
I picked up my bag, and placed it near the fire. Maybe I'll catch on fire,
and put us both out of our misery. I laid my head on my lumpy bag, wishing I
had a blanket to cover myself with. I couldn't help remembering this morning,
when I woke up in Vincent's arms.
That'll never happen again now. Not in a million years.
My teeth began to chatter lightly, and I curled more into myself, trying to
keep myself warm. I closed my eyes, willing my body to relax, knowing I wouldn't
be getting much rest.
Me and my big mouth..........
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Warmth settled over me. I felt the chill leaving my body. I cuddled into that
warmth. A hand brushed against my hair, pushing it off my face. I nuzzled the
hand, and heard a sigh.
"What have I done to you, Catherine? How can I ever get you to forgive me?"
Another sigh. There was a warm breath near my cheek. "I'm sorry, Catherine.
You'll never know just how sorry...."
The warm breath ghosted against my cheek, and I felt lips brush my cheek. I
smiled.
If only this wasn't a dream.......
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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 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!
This story is told from Catherine's POV, in the first person. May throw in
Vincent's POV down the line.
#---------
Chapter 7
"Damn it, Catherine! Will you just let me explain? I wasn't spying on
you! I swear I wasn't. Will you please talk to me?" Vincent pleaded for
the umpteenth time since we arrived back at our camp. I kept my back to him, and
poked at the fire with a long stick. Night had fallen again, and I wanted the
fire to burn brightly for a good, long while.
I had been studiously ignoring him all day, refusing to speak to him, or even
listen to his explanations. It was self preservation. I was so confused. On one
hand, I felt violated. He had seen me at my most vulnerable. I had been
completely naked.......bared to his mocking gaze. No man had ever seen me
exposed like that. The fact that the first man to do so was Vincent........
I felt overwhelmed with insecurities. I didn't suffer any delusions that he
found me even remotely attractive. I knew I wasn't as busty or beautiful as most
of our classmates. I'm barely an A cup, and skinny as a rail. My brown hair is
mousy and tends to frizz in the heat. My eyes are dull, the color bland. I'm
also too short. No guy wants to get a crick in his neck looking down all day.
Most guys want a girl who is eye level. To someone as tall as Vincent, I would
be nothing more than an armrest. I was certainly nothing that he would want to
take a second look at, even though I was certain nothing had escaped his hot
gaze.
A smaller, quieter part of my mind wondered what would have happened if I
hadn't reacted as I had. Would I have allowed him to join me in the water? Would
we have kissed? Would there have been touching? How much touching?
I silently scoffed, shaking my head at the absurdities running through my
head. I was just kidding myself thinking that any guy would want me in his
bed. Especially a guy that looked like Vincent....
I chucked the stick into the fire, and stood up quickly. I turned toward
Vincent, and he watched me with a weary expression. I took a deep breath.
"Catherine...." Vincent started. I raised my hand, shaking my head. He fell
silent.
"Look......I don't know how long we are going to be here. Bathing is
obviously going to be a necessity. If one of us needs......privacy.....the other
needs to know, so that doesn't happen again. Other than that, I'll stay
out of your way, and you stay out of mine."
"Catherine..."
"I'm not finished. I know I'm nothing great to look at, so if you are going
to tease me, just get it over with now. Believe me.........I've heard anything
and everything you can think of before.......many times. So......go
ahead."
Vincent looked hurt. "I'm not going to tease you, Catherine. I would never do
that. What happened.....that was an accident. I wasn't deliberately spying on
you. Yes, I admit that maybe I was staring when you saw me.....but......my
god.......if you only knew the vision you made floating in that
water...."
My breath caught. I blinked back the tears that suddenly appeared in my eyes.
"You said you wouldn't tease me, yet you say something like that to me. Don't
toy with me like that. I'm not a slut that is just going to fall into your arms,
because you spout pretty words. I don't know what your game is, but I'm nowhere
near close to falling for it."
Vincent shook his head. "It's not a game, Catherine. I promise you it
isn't."
"Whatever, Keller. I'm not falling into bed with you, so whatever ideas are
rolling through your head right now, just forget them. I won't become your whore
while we are out here."
Vincent looked like I had slapped him. Then, he scoffed. "You really do have
a low opinion of me, don't you?" he spit out.
"Well......I'd say I have good reason."
"Believe what you want, Catherine. But......I want you to know one
thing."
"What's that?"
He stepped closer. "I've never treated any woman like a whore. I certainly
don't plan to start with you," he growled out. I stared at him as he
strode angrily toward the tent. He jerked the door open roughly, and stepped
inside. I heard him tossing stuff around inside, and seconds later, my bag came
flying out. He poked his head out. "Since you don't want to "fall into bed with
me," I hope you enjoy the great outdoors. Have a good night," he said angrily,
before he disappeared back into the tent. The door zipped shut and I heard him
settle into the sleeping bag.
I gaped at the door. He's kidding, right? He doesn't really expect me
to sleep out here, does he? Minutes passed, and I heard no further
movement from him. Reality slapped me in the face. He did expect me to
sleep out here...
I hung my head, ashamed of myself. Why did I say all that? Look what it got
me........the hard ground.
I picked up my bag, and placed it near the fire. Maybe I'll catch on fire,
and put us both out of our misery. I laid my head on my lumpy bag, wishing I
had a blanket to cover myself with. I couldn't help remembering this morning,
when I woke up in Vincent's arms.
That'll never happen again now. Not in a million years.
My teeth began to chatter lightly, and I curled more into myself, trying to
keep myself warm. I closed my eyes, willing my body to relax, knowing I wouldn't
be getting much rest.
Me and my big mouth..........
#--------------------------
Warmth settled over me. I felt the chill leaving my body. I cuddled into that
warmth. A hand brushed against my hair, pushing it off my face. I nuzzled the
hand, and heard a sigh.
"What have I done to you, Catherine? How can I ever get you to forgive me?"
Another sigh. There was a warm breath near my cheek. "I'm sorry, Catherine.
You'll never know just how sorry...."
The warm breath ghosted against my cheek, and I felt lips brush my cheek. I
smiled.
If only this wasn't a dream.......
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