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 7
Catherine groaned as sunlight filtered into the room. She opened her eyes and
saw that she was still pressed against Vincent's side. She smiled, and looked up
at him. He slept on, his mouth hanging open slightly. His arm was still wrapped
possessively around her waist. When she moved a little, his arm tightened,
holding her in place. Feeling mischievous, she brushed butterfly kisses against
his chest.
Vincent made a snuffing sound, and reached over to scratch where she had just
kissed him. Catherine giggled, and repeated the process. Vincent's eyebrows
furrowed together, and he finally cracked an eye open, taking her in. She gave
him her most innocent look.
A squeak escaped her, when Vincent rolled over suddenly, pinning her under
him. She gasped when she felt his morning erection brush her thigh.
Vincent leaned down slowly, and feathered kisses across her face, teasing
her. She rubbed against him, making mewling sounds. He grinned and continued his
torture. She reached down, grasping his erection. She stroked him, knowing it
would push him over the edge.
Vincent growled, and thrust against her hand. She stroked him harder, and
nearly jumped when he suddenly thrust a finger into her moist heat below. He
flicked his finger several times, and Catherine moaned, already feeling an
orgasm building.
Just as she was reaching the brink, Vincent surprised her. He withdrew his
finger, and flipped her onto her knees. He spread her legs wide with his own,
and slammed into her from behind. Catherine clutched the bed sheets, as he set a
punishing pace. She orgasmed with a cry of his name, shaking from it. But,
Vincent wasn't done. He reached in front of her, and stroked her, causing
Catherine to groan and pant. She pushed back against him, and begged him to go
faster.
He complied, and all too soon, Catherine felt the beginnings of another
orgasm. Just as that one hit her, Vincent shouted her name, and thrust into her
hard enough to lift her off the bed. They both collapsed on the bed, panting and
shaking.
Finally, Vincent rolled off her. He laid next to Catherine, stroking her back
lazily. He chuckled. "Well, if that's the way I'm gonna get woken up every
morning, I may never let you go."
Catherine blushed, and buried her face in the pillows. Vincent leaned over,
pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder blades. Catherine peeked out at him. "I'm
sorry," she said.
Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Why? I'm not."
"I just mean....you looked so.....good, and I couldn't resist," Catherine
said, and then buried her head under the pillows. Vincent laughed at her.
"Well, as the Borg say, "Resistance is futile." Vincent smirked.
Catherine raised her head up. She rolled her eyes. "Trekkie nerd," she
deadpanned.
Vincent looked affronted. "Damn straight!"
Just then, Catherine's stomach growled. She blushed again and Vincent
laughed. She threw a pillow at him, which he caught easily.
"Come on, my lady. Breakfast is on me."
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A week after their wedding, Catherine came racing in the door, calling
Vincent's name. He stepped out of the kitchen, a bemused look on his face.
"You bellowed, my lady?" he asked, fighting a grin.
Catherine shook her head, and thrust a piece of paper in his face. He took it
and looked it over. His eyebrow raised.
"I found him. Gabriel Lowen. The Judge that married us. He's right here in
the city. If we leave right now, he might be able to catch him at his office,"
she panted out, slightly winded from her flight into the apartment.
He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. "Geez! I thought I was the only
one who could make you pant like that."
She socked his arm. "I'm being serious, Vincent!! Get your mind out of
the gutter."
"Why? It's so much funner there," he said, throwing her a cocky grin. She
chuckled, and reached up to kiss his lips.
"Well, we can appease that particular fantasy later. Right now, we need to
go!!"
"Yes, ma'am....." he said, already anticipating later....
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They pulled up to a large brownstone in the bowels of the City. Vincent
whistled as he got out from behind the wheel. "Well, he certainly ain't hurting
for money," Vincent said. Catherine shook her head.
"Well, neither are we, Dr Keller," she said, not even realizing the
implication in her statement. Vincent, however, did catch it.
They approached the front door and rang the bell. Both rocked slightly,
nervous about what the Judge would have to tell them.
Finally, an Indian man in his early 40's opened the door. His eyes widened.
"Why, Dr and Mrs Keller! What a surprise!! How is married life treating you?
Please, come in," he said, stepping back to allow them entrance.
Catherine looked the man over. "Judge Lowen?" she asked, trying to keep her
voice steady.
He gave her a strange look. "Yes, but you already knew that."
"Actually, sir....we uh......we don't actually remember you," Vincent told
him. Judge Lowen chuckled.
"Please, call me Gabe. I only use "Sir" or "Judge Lowen" when I am in
session. And, I am actually not surprised you don't remember me. The two of you
were quite drunk that night."
"Can you tell us what happened?" Catherine asked eagerly.
"I can do you one better. I can show you. Please, come with me," Gabe said,
gesturing for them to follow him further into the house.
As they walked toward the back, Vincent got a weird sense of deja vous. He
could vaguely remember walking through the house the night of their wedding. A
fleeting memory surfaced.....
Catherine giggling, unsteady on her feet. Vincent grasping her around the
waist, his grip firm and possessive. She reached up, kissing him fully on the
mouth. He growled, and tightened his grip. A throat clearing.....
"Starting the honeymoon before the wedding, are you?" the Judge asked,
chuckling. They pulled apart, and Vincent smirked. Catherine giggled again.
"I told him he had to make an honest woman out of me before I would sleep
with him," Catherine said, and then clapped her hand over her mouth, like she
had just given away a secret.
Judge Lowen just shook his head, and gestured toward his office. They stepped
inside......
"Vincent?......Vincent!?..........VINCENT!!!!"
Catherine's voice cut into his memory. Vincent shook his head, and blinked
rapidly. Wide Hazel eyes looked at him, concern and worry in them. He noticed
Gabe also looking at him with concern.
"Are you alright?" Catherine asked. She grasped his arm.
"I....remember being here that night. I just remembered something else,"
Vincent told her. Catherine's eyes widened.
"What?? What did you remember?" she asked, her voice raising.
He looked at Gabe, and started blushing. "Um......I'll tell you later."
"No!! Tell me now. It might help me remember," Catherine insisted. Vincent
suddenly wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. Oh,
God......
"You...uh....." he started, then cleared his throat and tried again.
"You...uh....wouldn't sleep with me unless I married you first."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh......." Catherine breathed out. "So....um........does
that mean.....this was......my idea?"
"I don't know. I just remember you being unsteady, and holding on to you. You
reached up and kissed me, and I kissed you back."
"Yep, that's true. I thought you two were gonna start the honeymoon early,"
Gabe interjected. Catherine blushed. Vincent just looked uncomfortable. "Well,
anyway, shall we go into my office. I think you'll find what I have to show
you.....very telling."
Vincent held his hand out. Catherine took it, and they followed Gabe into his
office.
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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 7
Catherine groaned as sunlight filtered into the room. She opened her eyes and
saw that she was still pressed against Vincent's side. She smiled, and looked up
at him. He slept on, his mouth hanging open slightly. His arm was still wrapped
possessively around her waist. When she moved a little, his arm tightened,
holding her in place. Feeling mischievous, she brushed butterfly kisses against
his chest.
Vincent made a snuffing sound, and reached over to scratch where she had just
kissed him. Catherine giggled, and repeated the process. Vincent's eyebrows
furrowed together, and he finally cracked an eye open, taking her in. She gave
him her most innocent look.
A squeak escaped her, when Vincent rolled over suddenly, pinning her under
him. She gasped when she felt his morning erection brush her thigh.
Vincent leaned down slowly, and feathered kisses across her face, teasing
her. She rubbed against him, making mewling sounds. He grinned and continued his
torture. She reached down, grasping his erection. She stroked him, knowing it
would push him over the edge.
Vincent growled, and thrust against her hand. She stroked him harder, and
nearly jumped when he suddenly thrust a finger into her moist heat below. He
flicked his finger several times, and Catherine moaned, already feeling an
orgasm building.
Just as she was reaching the brink, Vincent surprised her. He withdrew his
finger, and flipped her onto her knees. He spread her legs wide with his own,
and slammed into her from behind. Catherine clutched the bed sheets, as he set a
punishing pace. She orgasmed with a cry of his name, shaking from it. But,
Vincent wasn't done. He reached in front of her, and stroked her, causing
Catherine to groan and pant. She pushed back against him, and begged him to go
faster.
He complied, and all too soon, Catherine felt the beginnings of another
orgasm. Just as that one hit her, Vincent shouted her name, and thrust into her
hard enough to lift her off the bed. They both collapsed on the bed, panting and
shaking.
Finally, Vincent rolled off her. He laid next to Catherine, stroking her back
lazily. He chuckled. "Well, if that's the way I'm gonna get woken up every
morning, I may never let you go."
Catherine blushed, and buried her face in the pillows. Vincent leaned over,
pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder blades. Catherine peeked out at him. "I'm
sorry," she said.
Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Why? I'm not."
"I just mean....you looked so.....good, and I couldn't resist," Catherine
said, and then buried her head under the pillows. Vincent laughed at her.
"Well, as the Borg say, "Resistance is futile." Vincent smirked.
Catherine raised her head up. She rolled her eyes. "Trekkie nerd," she
deadpanned.
Vincent looked affronted. "Damn straight!"
Just then, Catherine's stomach growled. She blushed again and Vincent
laughed. She threw a pillow at him, which he caught easily.
"Come on, my lady. Breakfast is on me."
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A week after their wedding, Catherine came racing in the door, calling
Vincent's name. He stepped out of the kitchen, a bemused look on his face.
"You bellowed, my lady?" he asked, fighting a grin.
Catherine shook her head, and thrust a piece of paper in his face. He took it
and looked it over. His eyebrow raised.
"I found him. Gabriel Lowen. The Judge that married us. He's right here in
the city. If we leave right now, he might be able to catch him at his office,"
she panted out, slightly winded from her flight into the apartment.
He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. "Geez! I thought I was the only
one who could make you pant like that."
She socked his arm. "I'm being serious, Vincent!! Get your mind out of
the gutter."
"Why? It's so much funner there," he said, throwing her a cocky grin. She
chuckled, and reached up to kiss his lips.
"Well, we can appease that particular fantasy later. Right now, we need to
go!!"
"Yes, ma'am....." he said, already anticipating later....
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They pulled up to a large brownstone in the bowels of the City. Vincent
whistled as he got out from behind the wheel. "Well, he certainly ain't hurting
for money," Vincent said. Catherine shook her head.
"Well, neither are we, Dr Keller," she said, not even realizing the
implication in her statement. Vincent, however, did catch it.
They approached the front door and rang the bell. Both rocked slightly,
nervous about what the Judge would have to tell them.
Finally, an Indian man in his early 40's opened the door. His eyes widened.
"Why, Dr and Mrs Keller! What a surprise!! How is married life treating you?
Please, come in," he said, stepping back to allow them entrance.
Catherine looked the man over. "Judge Lowen?" she asked, trying to keep her
voice steady.
He gave her a strange look. "Yes, but you already knew that."
"Actually, sir....we uh......we don't actually remember you," Vincent told
him. Judge Lowen chuckled.
"Please, call me Gabe. I only use "Sir" or "Judge Lowen" when I am in
session. And, I am actually not surprised you don't remember me. The two of you
were quite drunk that night."
"Can you tell us what happened?" Catherine asked eagerly.
"I can do you one better. I can show you. Please, come with me," Gabe said,
gesturing for them to follow him further into the house.
As they walked toward the back, Vincent got a weird sense of deja vous. He
could vaguely remember walking through the house the night of their wedding. A
fleeting memory surfaced.....
Catherine giggling, unsteady on her feet. Vincent grasping her around the
waist, his grip firm and possessive. She reached up, kissing him fully on the
mouth. He growled, and tightened his grip. A throat clearing.....
"Starting the honeymoon before the wedding, are you?" the Judge asked,
chuckling. They pulled apart, and Vincent smirked. Catherine giggled again.
"I told him he had to make an honest woman out of me before I would sleep
with him," Catherine said, and then clapped her hand over her mouth, like she
had just given away a secret.
Judge Lowen just shook his head, and gestured toward his office. They stepped
inside......
"Vincent?......Vincent!?..........VINCENT!!!!"
Catherine's voice cut into his memory. Vincent shook his head, and blinked
rapidly. Wide Hazel eyes looked at him, concern and worry in them. He noticed
Gabe also looking at him with concern.
"Are you alright?" Catherine asked. She grasped his arm.
"I....remember being here that night. I just remembered something else,"
Vincent told her. Catherine's eyes widened.
"What?? What did you remember?" she asked, her voice raising.
He looked at Gabe, and started blushing. "Um......I'll tell you later."
"No!! Tell me now. It might help me remember," Catherine insisted. Vincent
suddenly wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. Oh,
God......
"You...uh....." he started, then cleared his throat and tried again.
"You...uh....wouldn't sleep with me unless I married you first."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh......." Catherine breathed out. "So....um........does
that mean.....this was......my idea?"
"I don't know. I just remember you being unsteady, and holding on to you. You
reached up and kissed me, and I kissed you back."
"Yep, that's true. I thought you two were gonna start the honeymoon early,"
Gabe interjected. Catherine blushed. Vincent just looked uncomfortable. "Well,
anyway, shall we go into my office. I think you'll find what I have to show
you.....very telling."
Vincent held his hand out. Catherine took it, and they followed Gabe into his
office.
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