FanFic: BB The Camera - Ch 9 - Party - Fic Complete
Title: BB The Camera
Chapter 9: Party
Pairing: Catherine/Vincent
Characters: Ensemble
Genre: AU/Ship/Angst
Rating: Nc-17
Warning: Language, Emotional Mayhem and Sexual Situations
Spoiler Alert: S1 E15
Summary: Catherine braves the Christmas dinner party and end the evening in each other’s embrace.
A/N: Ok see Vincent was not really an a$$ while he was still The A$$. Heheheheeee So Catherine knows the truth now and is trying to move forward. I think it’s time for a hot kiss don’t you? Awemaweeee
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Catherine arrived at her parent’s house a little unnerved that JT was waiting at the steps for her.
He handed her a note then went inside.
Catherine opened it. It read: Catherine, I’m a little worried about showing up. Send me a message if it is truly alright with you. V.
Catherine fumbled with her phone and quickly found one of his messages and typed: I guess.
He instantly messaged back: Are you still upset?
She replied: Yes, but I’m trying.
When she entered, her parents were already standing there.
Her father watched as her mother spoke. “Come in from the cold. Are you ok?”
Catherine forced a smile while glancing over them. “Yes.”
Catherine’s father raised an eyebrow as if he didn’t believe her.
“I’m fine. Why? What’s going on?”
Heather strode into the entryway wearing a bright red dress. “A party silly! Here give me the gifts. I’m organizing them. Say hi to everyone. Single ladies must mingle. Where are the Beast photos?”
Catherine was typing another reply to Vincent and absently responded to her sister. “In my purse.”
Catherine handed the bags over and smoothed her hair down remembering she never fixed it after the wind had blown it all over.
Catherine smiled and nodded at dozens of people who seemed to be overjoyed at meeting her.
Heather beamed. “And here is the mayor.”
“It is very nice to meet you. My wife has cri…waited all day to see how it…how you are doing?”
Catherine’s smile froze at his strange sentence. “How I’m doing?”
“Oh hi there. Love the dress. How are you holding up?” The mayor’s wife leaned in obviously expecting something from her.
Catherine tried not to jerk back and patted her hand. “I’m holding up ok.”
Catherine wished now she had left the clips in her hair as she believed it make her appear disheveled. “I’m just a little frazzled. It’s all the wind. I’m fine, and I love your dress. Is that cerulean?”
“Yes, and not to worry dear the wind will die down. It always does.” She elderly lady winked at her before the couple walked away. Catherine noticed that the mayor’s wife and several other people were looking at her then to their phones.
Catherine wondered why it was such a big deal that she showed up late.
Catherine grinned and chatted long enough to be polite then extracted herself to the back of the house. She slipped into the library window seat where she finally logged into her phone again and messaged Vincent back once more.
An hour later, Tess strode into the library and jerked Catherine’s cell phone out of her hands. “For gawds sake stop it. This is worse than angry posting.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Catherine wished Tess would keep her voice down as several people who were reading were now watching them.
“Wrong with me? You’re the one make up posting.” Tess held up her own phone.
Catherine saw what she just typed on it. “I don’t understand.”
“You were posting.” Tess turned to the room. “None of you are really reading books are you?”
Catherine saw several people shaking their heads no as books tipped so she could they had their cell phones and iPads inside their books they pretended to read.
“I checked my email then replied to…a message. I was replying to a post from the email? You mean everything I typed…every photo he sent…”
“Was posted to the fangirl site for the world to read. Touch me here…lick me there. Yep.” Tess shook her head yes.
Catherine felt herself tugged into a bedroom. “What am I going to do?”
Tess’ voice was flat as she shifted her eyes back and forth. “For one, delete your account. Two, never type the words Sexy Beast Sex or The Sex Kiss on your phone again…ever. SBS is all over the net now. I’m tired already of SBS. Third, what is the whole Bench Tossing sex thing? There are entire conspiracy cults forming. Spill it.”
“He picked up a bench and was going to toss it.” Catherine tried to breathe knowing that almost every person she knew would read what she had typed back and forth with Vincent.
She remembered typing what she wanted Vincent to do with his tongue and that he had typed out other interesting things he wanted to do to her body. “Oh my gawd. My dad is going to hear about this. My boss. My college teachers. My co-workers. My clients!”
“Yeah and Santa Claus. You’ve been a naughty naughty girl…now tell me the truth.”
“I didn’t know I was posting where other people could read it.”
“I know that. Tell me the truth about Bench Tossing.”
“He got mad and almost threw a bench.”
Tess shook her head. “If it’s really about tossing a real bench then for the sake of everything holly I’m just going to post that now.”
Tess tapped away on her phone.
“They’re posting about bench tossing?” Catherine’s voice was up several octaves. Catherine wondered if perhaps Muirfield had her in some type of a coma and were running test on her.
“Yes. I think you might need to take a leave of absence. You can cite stupidity.” Tess smirked.
Catherine said nothing.
“I told them Bench Tossing was throwing a real bench not some new sex position, but they’re not buying it. They keep commenting about it having something to do with piano benches and the CAT position. I always meant to try the CAT and piano benches or chairs without arms can be interesting. Maybe Joe might like…”
“Tess. It’s not funny.” Catherine shook her head.
“I know.” Tess pointed to her cell. “You left him in a bad position. Just tell him to come.”
“I’m not going to post more sex stuff.” Catherine paced back and forth.
Tess leaned against the bed rail. “For gawds sake. I mean tell him to come in here already not come as in finish himself off. Gawd. Give me some credit.”
“I’m sorry. This is just a little much.” Catherine sat down on the bed and stared at her hands.
Tess turned around and typed: Ok guys so you know what Bench Tossing is now leave her alone. Ass if you can see this go to where she is. More groveling needed.
“What are you doing?”
“Letting everyone down gently so I don’t get death threats.” Tess put her cell in her pocket. “I tried to let him know it’s safe to come on by now.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll tell Heather to make excuses. She’s not feeling well bla blab bla, which no one in their right mind will believe but what can ya do. She wanted your help with something in about an hour, but I’ll take care of it.”
“Ok.”
Catherine sat alone and scrolled to the top of the message where Vincent started apologizing by taking photos of himself kneeling in various places in town with a sign that said ‘From The Ass: Please forgive me for being one. V.’
She scrolled past the message where she asked him if he had tossed any benches lately. He typed he only felt like tossing benches around her. The photo showed him kneeling next to bench with a sign that said: You tame my Beast. I hurt you emotionally. I couldn’t find a way around it. Please forgive me. PS There is no one but you. Sincerely The Ass who did not mean to be a pain in yours.
She paused on another one when he was drenched in water standing in a fountain with a sign that read: I only fall for you. Hopefully The former Ass.
She glanced at her message where she said he could now remove the word The from his title and also remove his wet shirt.
He did in the next one.
Catherine lay back on the bed. “And it went downhill from there.”
She thought about every sexual detail and talent he professed he would use to pay homage to her body in worship as he posted pictures with less clothing. She remembered that she took photos of her own hair saying that she would trace the windswept locks over his naked…
“My father is going to read that before the end of the day.”
“Not if JT has anything to say about it.” A deep voice reverberated around the room and Catherine sat straight up on the bed then turned toward the window.
“Vincent?”
He stepped forward wearing a tuxedo and kneeled at her feet. “JT is taking the site down. Tomorrow morning, the papers will all report that the site was hijacked, your phone was hacked and none of the communications really came from us.”
Catherine wanted to believe it was fixable, but her brain nagged at her. “The photos of you?”
“Never showed my face. Neither did you. It was all Photoshop anyway. They will find evidence of that.” His deep voice sent warm waves over her legs that were bare to him because of her short dress.
“The Conservatory?”
“Video surveillance leaked showing that the guard walked around all night just as your father is now paying him to say. It was closed early for extermination.”
“My father…”
“He knows about the hack and is thankful to JT for finding it so quickly. It was smart thinking on your half to have him meet you here before the party to try to stop it.”
Catherine thought it over. “Yes very smart of me.”
“I’m just sorry that once again I did something that hurt you. First, I was more worried about her having a collapse then you having one. Second, I tried to make it up to you by groveling in messages that turned out to be comments on a post. Third, I … I’m sure I’ll mess something up before the night is over like not taking every opportunity to tell you how special you are to me and how I would die for you again if it came to it.”
Catherine took in a shaky breath knowing the pain was not all gone. “Don’t talk like that. You thought she might try to kill herself…again.”
Vincent leaned back as his forehead wrinkled.
“I did some reading. It was worse than what was commonly known. I looked in the court records where they had to admit her when she thought her fiancé rose from the dead back from the war.”
“She’s home with her aunt now, and it doesn’t matter. I put someone before you. It will never happen again.” Vincent put his hands on either side of her legs on the bed causing it to dip down bringing her closer to him.
Catherine pulled his arm trying to get him to stand instead of kneeling at her feet.
He pulled back staying where he was.
“Vincent. I don’t want you to stop protecting people. I should have waited for an explanation before going off the deep end.”
“Like I said, it’s not your fault, so stop trying to find a way to make what I did ok. It wasn’t.”
Vincent looked over her shapely and slender legs. “Besides, I like kneeling at your feet. Gives me one hell of a view and I like you going off the deep end but only when it’s with me…into a fountain.”
Catherine rested her hands on his shoulders and remembered them falling into water together. Heat spread up over her body, but it was not embarrassment causing it this time.
His eyes shot down then back up to her eyes.
“So you like kneeling and going off deep ends with me?”
“Groveling has its advantages.” Vincent’s hands inched closer to the sides of her legs.
Catherine nodded yes and touched the edge of one shoe to his leg.
His hands advanced up to touch the black fabric of her dress that was already hiked up farther than propriety would allow.
Slowly, very slowly and softly he traced down her thighs over her knees to her ankles.
Catherine leaned back bracing her hands on the bed as the muscles in her legs trembled from the tingling sensation. It was almost more sensation than she could stand.
“Vincent.”
His hands slowed as she sat back on his feet. He let go of one ankle and gripped the bottom of her black high heel shoe and placed it on his thigh.
Catherine looked down the curve of her body to Vincent’s heated gaze that seared her as his treacherous fingers lightly glided over the delicate skin on her ankle as he removed her shoe.
“Catherine.” He all but whispered her name in deep gravel tones.
Her eyes half closed as it felt as if his fingers had traced back up her leg and were lightly feathering at the juncture of her hip.
His touch fanned out over more of her ankle when he settled her bare foot firmly to his muscular thigh. The movement caused the tingling sensation to fan out as well moving between her legs.
Vincent stopped moving his hand when she pressed down hard on the ball of her foot and breathed deeply in flaring her nose as her eyelids trembled.
“My Catherine.” He rubbed her foot a few moments before he replaced it with the other that still had a shoe.
Her mind was completely numb to anything but the magnet that was Vincent. He was pulling her back in. Back into his heart. Back into his life with the most delicate of touches.
“You mean to seduce me with a foot rub?”
Vincent’s warm hands moved more firmly this time over her calf up to the back of her knee. His fingers glided over areas she did not know would have a direct impact between her legs. She gasped for air and shifted her hips up toward him as if welcoming him inside.
She panted for him as his hands rubbed lower over her ankle to remove her last shoe. He massaged the arch of her foot then let his finger run between two of her toes.
Catherine had never found a foot massage to be sensual before, and was not able to control her responses as her heart raced as if his masterful touch were grazing over more sensitive areas of her body that were now throbbing for him. “Foot fetish?”
He finally answered her and kissed the inside of her knee letting his tongue slide just under the bend. “Catherine fetish. And I want a taste.”
She lay back completely on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge as the predator advanced with his lips, teeth, fangs and tongue over her thigh.
“Mine.”
Catherine remembered that wild untamed voice and peered down into glowing flame gold eyes that hypnotized her like a snake. She knew he could smell her arousal, but felt no shame as he worked farther up her body appearing to enjoy it as much or even more than she was.
Catherine thought of the heat and steam of the Conservatory and how he had moved over her body like this before.
She opened her eyes and raised her upper body fully remembering where she was. “Maybe we should wait.”
Vincent’s eyes stopped glowing and his tongue traced a line just under the black fabric. “You want me to grovel and beg. I’ll beg.”
“Nnno.” Catherine meant that she did not want him to beg but her voice came out husky filled with want, and Vincent took it as his que.
“Please Catherine. Please let me use my body to pleasure yours. Let me taste you again.”
Vincent’s breath from each word rushed over the dampness on her upper thigh where his mouth had just worshiped.
Catherine’s voice escaped in half moan and half sigh.
His hands moved up lightly tugging on the material as his fangs descended and fervently traced as well.
Catherine lay back once again unable to form a coherent thought. “Oh my gawd.”
“Sexy Beast will suffice.”
Vincent tugged at the dress to where he wanted it, and positioned one of her legs so he would have had an unobstructed view if it were not for a small bit of cloth. “My Catherine. You’re beautiful.”
Vincent leaned forward and used his fangs to rip the black silk cloth off of her body and out of his way. “Please.”
Catherine dug her nails into the fabric of the comforter knowing his mouth was inches away because of the flow of his breath. “Yesss.”
She expected him to move quickly, lick and delve, but he took his maddening time with light caresses and graze of fang that never quite went where she wanted. Catherine squirmed and whimpered till she finally let go of the fabric and went to rise up to meet him.
That was the moment when he chose to lavish attention on the most sensitive of areas causing an explosion of urgency to rake across her entire body.
She gripped his hair digging her nails across his scalp harder then she intended. All she knew was that she needed more, and he was going to give it.
Catherine jerked his head back and to one side. “You want to beg and tease me at the same time?”
“I…I…”
“Quiet.” Catherine slid off the bed to stand and Vincent followed her. “No.”
Catherine undid his belt and pants giving a tug on all of the cloth covering him. She stepped forward holding his belt in her hand.
Vincent backed up appearing to not fully understand. His legs hit the bed, and he fell down onto it with a little shove from her as she dropped the belt.
“That’s better.” Catherine climbed over his body and slid the slickness of her core over his throbbing hardness. She worked herself over him not letting him enter.
Catherine’s eyes glazed over with arousal and she rocked her body over his. “You want to beg? Make it convincing or I’ll just take care of myself.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would…beg if I were you.” Her wicked glare accompanied slow rocking motions as her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt.
She didn’t mean it, but he seemed to half believe her if his eyes were any indication.
Vincent growled low in his chest when she worked her hips in quick short strokes that rubbed her pulsing bud. “Catherine please.”
His deep voice pleaded for his own release. “Please. Mmmmmm I beg you.”
She all but stopped then one inch at a time meticulously traced her heat over his length. “You want me?”
Vincent’s eyes flamed as his body burned with need at the memory of being buried deep within her heat. “Catherine.”
It was the first time he had spoken her name in his Beast form and it grabbed her full attention.
She lowered her mouth to his and grazed her tongue in time with her hip’s slide. His tongue joined the dance as he tried to show her what he wanted to do with her body.
Catherine had tried to tease him to a slow release as he had with her, but it now turned on her. Her breasts hurt with a need to be touched and sucked on. Her legs trembled from wanting to be put to better use helping him thrust inside her. And her heart ached with the need to join completely with him.
“I’m yours.” Her voice whispered out against his lips.
It was as if a string had been snapped that let loose a caged panther. Catherine felt herself twirl in the air and land bouncing on the bed with her legs thrown to the side. Her hands tried to catch her, but she was flat on her back before she could even have the conscious thought to stop her decent.
Vincent snapped and growled from the edge of the bed where his eyes burned with molten gold. His growl came out mingled with a word Catherine was too stunned to recognize.
Vincent leaned forward onto the bed and his talons dug into the fabric tearing it. He then froze and watched her as if he were a beast that had been re-caged.
Catherine understood and nodded yes. “I trust you.”
Once again he advanced on her with faster than human speed with the help of his talons that dug into the fabric. In the blink of an eye, Catherine felt him on top of her and he went still again.
Her heart hammered against her ribs from the heady adrenalin that coursed in her veins. She was maddeningly aroused and exhilarated from the sense of danger.
Vincent’s growl reverberated off the walls as he sank his mouth over her pulse in her neck while sliding inside her clenching heat.
Catherine screamed out at the moisture on her neck with graze of fang and slide of his tongue that coincided with his hard throbbing penetrating body. She had never felt such a concentration of pleasure released over her body. Nothing from the Conservatory compared.
The waves of release did not end but kept buffeting her body as she clawed and gripped his muscled back. At one point, she was aware of her own teeth digging into his shoulder. It never stopped. He never stopped as he gripped her body to his fighting to work her to another end before the first had time to stop.
Catherine growled out her own encouragements as her body thundered in time with Vincent. Every muscle used. Every breath one closer as if she raced to an end that was just out of reach. Instinctively she knew that if he faltered or let himself go before her that nothing would allow her release again. Only him. Only like this could she reach the finish line.
She reached the end of her race with one last grinding thrust like the ribbon stretched out over the finishing line torn in half. His tight grip was the only thing holding her to reality as her body thrashed of its own accord while she fought for air.
Catherine came back to herself clinging to a muscular form that was now straining. From the roar in her ears, she knew he had crossed the line as well and not long after her.
Vincent moved next to her cradling her body to his while pressing his face to the back of her head breathing in the scent of her hair. “I love you.”
Catherine had just opened her mouth to speak when she saw the bedroom door opening. She squeaked as she pulled a shredded piece of the comforter over her lower body.
Tess appeared at the door. “Why does it have to be me?”
“Tess?”
Vincent changed back into his full human form then pulled his pants on with a curse.
“I fend Joe off. I fend Heather off. I arrange a media blackout, and still I’m the one that has to come in here while you’re coming in here. Thanks for that Cat.”
Vincent and Catherine wordlessly watched as Tess thundered into the room and grabbed Catherine by the arm laying her over on her side.
It appeared to Vincent as if Tess were grabbing her ass.
“Do you know what’s worse than angry posting?” Tess inquired with an edge to her voice as she reached into the folds of the now tattered and ripped fabric that once was a comforter that Catherine was now lying on top of.
“Tess!” Catherine flailed on her side trying to pull her dress down not understanding why Tess was even in the room let along man handling her.
“Butt dialing.” Tess pulled away from Catherine holding her phone and pressed the end button.
Catherine shook her head in disbelief. “Oh my gawd.”
Tess tipped her head down but kept her eyes on Catherine. “I’ve heard enough of that. Oh my gawd this beg for it that. Seriously. All those distracting calls your butt made caused Heather to removed me from having the job of loading and getting the Beast photos ready for the viewing. I told her it looked like a bunch of porn anyway. She thought it was from my phone that sounded as if it were having hot sex.”
“What?” Catherine visibly paled and slid off the bed.
Vincent caught her before she landed in the floor in a heap.
“You two can wait till I leave the room thank you very much.” Tess took her hand off her hip as she turned to leave the room setting the phone on a dresser.
“Tess! Is she loading them now?” Catherine pulled away from Vincent and shimmied her dress all the way back into place.
“Everyone’s in there sitting waiting for her to get it ready since I’ve been dismissed.”
Catherine pushed past her and sprinted for the main hall.
“Excuse you!” Tess watched Vincent run after her. “What’s the big deal? You have the original Beast and you’re the one that took the photos. Heather probably has the wrong flash drive anyway.”
Vincent caught up with Catherine before she made it to the room where everyone was. “What’s happening?”
Catherine ignored him, rounded the corner sliding into the door frame for everyone to see.
All eyes were on her as she attempted to smile and smooth back her hair yet again. She guessed they were going to think she spent all day working on her hair to get that windblown just after sex messy look.
“Heather?”
“Over here. I’ve almost got it, and apparently you already have.”
Barefoot and flushed a deep red, Catherine trotted across the room and took the flash drive out of the laptop just as an image flickered on the screen.
Heather gasped. “What was that?”
“That was a photo I took for a perfume advertisement. Wrong flash drive. Sorry everyone. I’ll go get the right flash drive now.”
That explanation seemed to pacify most of the observers who were more interested in inspecting Vincent who had taken off his ripped shirt in the hall. His damp skin showcased his powerfully build body.
Out in the hall again, Heather bombarded Catherine with questions till she caved. “Those were pictures of Vincent and me naked in the Conservatory ok. Happy?”
Catherine noticed she had raised her voice and people in the room she just stepped out of probably heard. “Damn it.”
“Wait. I knew it. All that talk about the site and your phone being hacked was a lie. You slept with him. You had sex with the Beast? He’s The Ass?”
“Don’t call him that.”
“What? Beast or Ass? Man has he got some abs.” Heather put her hands on her hips knowing for the first time in years she had caught her big sister in a lie.
“Just stop it. I’ll put about a dozen good photos on another flash drive. I’ll be in mom’s study on her computer.”
Tess strode up to them with Joe close behind. “Now what’s going on?”
“I’m just getting the photos ready. I don’t need any help.” Catherine’s hand started to tremble as she began to wonder if they would leave her alone to sort out the issue with the photos.
“That’s not what it sounded like earlier.” Joe looked over Catherine inspecting for wounds then past Heather to Vincent who was standing in the doorway in shadow.
“Now you stop it. Leave Cat alone. I told you she was fine. And you shouldn’t have brought a gun here.” Tess slapped Joe on the shoulder.
Vincent’s deep voice reverberated from behind the group. “Gun?”
Joe pointed to the bruise marks on Catherine’s arm then squinted at Vincent. “Yeah a gun. It sounded like an episode of Animal Planet Presents Lions Attack in there.”
Tess punched Joe in the shoulder. “That bruise was from me.”
Heather folded her arms. “I like Into the Pride. You invited Tess? Why wasn’t I invited?”
Catherine’s face reddened if that were possible. “I ummm.”
Joe grabbed his shoulder where Tess punched him. “I wasn’t the only one that heard it. She was screaming bloody murder.”
“It wasn’t that bad. I wouldn’t mind going on a safari or trying Bench Tossing. Even hates to travel.” Heather glanced over her shoulder where Vincent’s eyes started to turn gold while his fangs showed. “Awimbawe.”
“Heather…down girl. I wasn’t joining in. It was more of a cock block thing…you should know about that.” Tess put her hand on Joe’s back and started pushing him out of the room.
Tess stopped at the door and let Vincent move out of the way. “You’re off the hook Simba. You’re not The Ass anymore. We have a new Ass in the Pride.”
Catherine couldn’t stand it anymore and went into her mother’s study with the flash drive.
“Why did you have to get the flash drive? What’s wrong?” Vincent asked as he pulled the door shut.
“What’s wrong? The camera kept taking pictures after I put it down. That’s what’s wrong. That whole room was about to see both of our asses up on that wall and have a soundtrack from Tess’ cell phone.”
Catherine stopped talking and sorted the photos using her mother’s computer.
Vincent smiled. “Everyone knows I’m an ass anyway or was The Ass. Don’t you think it fitting that they should see my ass?”
He stepped behind her and rubbed her tense shoulders as she finished sorting.
Catherine leaned back into his expert hands. “It’s just a mess.”
“What my ass? I think it looks pretty good.” He pointed to a photo of them stretched out over ferns and moss with the fountain in the background where blue light shone down over their naked bodies.
“Not funny. I mean the situation and you know it.”
“Then we’ll fix it. We’re good at that…saving each other.” Vincent leaned forward and kissed the top of her head when she pulled the flash drive out of the computer.
Catherine finally smiled. “And other things I guess. Animal Planet?”
Vincent chuckled and pulled his love into his arms. “I am the Sexy Beast remember?”
“You’re my Sexy Beast.”
Vincent spoke with his lips almost touching hers. “And you’re definitely the Beauty.”
Catherine raised an eyebrow remembering something she had read the night before. “Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle.”
Vincent’s eyes danced with golden flame then returned to hazel. “More like a war vet in a dilapidated dungeon.”
Catherine ignored him. “Although he had everything a person could want, he had no love in his heart.”
Vincent placed his hand over hers. “That’s because you weren’t in my life. Not really.”
“But I am now and you are in mine. The Prince and the Beauty looked into each other’s eyes. As they kissed they knew that they would live happily ever after.”
Vincent pulled her closer. “So no more uhhhh misunderstandings, angry posting or butt dialing. In this story does that make JT the clock guy Cogsworth? Sorry. Am I ruining the moment?”
Catherine kissed him quickly with a smile. “Not anymore than Lumiere busting into the room, tossing me on my side to grab my phone out from under my ass. I think I’ll call her that from now on.”
Vincent tried not to laugh. “Good one, but that’s not a good idea. She’ll think I’m the one who started it, and she’ll be back to calling me The Ass again.”
“Speaking of…” Catherine slid her hand down and gave his a squeeze. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
“And I hope you never will be.” The humor dropped from Vincent’s face as he drowned in Catherine’s eyes as he saw she knew he was not talking about sex.
“I never will. I love you, too.” Catherine leaned closer toward the man that had fulfilled all of her dreams and chased back the pain and loneliness that had haunted her.
“And I love you too.” Vincent delicately held her against his body as if she were breakable. No one in existence was more precious to him and no one would ever be more important.
Hearing his deep reverberating voice speaking of love and the heat from his body was too tempting to resist. Catherine wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips firmly to his thankful that all of the current issues had been resolved.
Vincent inched back. “What about the viewing?”
“They can wait. I want my own personal viewing right now.” Catherine ran her hands over his chest and pressed her hand over his heart.
Their eyes locked on each other, and they spoke volumes with only a glance. They knew and understood that they had taken back what was lost when Catherine collapsed at the Conservatory.
They felt the connection which bonded them together. It had been tested, but never failed. It had been strained but never broken. And now, they could sense that it was stronger than before. Somehow managing to work past the conflict strengthened their relationship and the depth of their emotions.
Their bond more than connecting them now. It encased them in an unending sea of protection and love. The depth of their ocean was unfathomable as they slowly undressed each other and rocked in the seductive waves that would eventually carry them once again safe to shore.
They sailed safely across in each other’s embrace before they returned to the party continuing their lives…together as one.
The end.
AN: I could not help myself…there really is a sex position called CAT started by an Edward…and not Sparkly or Richtofen. And, I had to include it in conversation or die. *looks around waiting for Tess to barge in to stop me from TMI posting…ponders how to get a copy of the memory card or at least an invite to next year’s party* I adore them as a couple. And, thanks to everyone who ventured along this fiction with me and braved chapter 7 and 8. I would love to hear more about what you think. Now, I’m off to work on BB The Silent One. The Beast has been ignored long enough and he wants to come out and hunt. Heather sings, “Awimbawe awimbawe awimbawe awimbaweeeeeeeeeeeeee…In the jungle the New York jungle Cat screams tonight, In the jungle the noisy jungle The Sexy Beast makes it alriiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Awimbawe awimbawe awimbaweeeeeeee” *looses mind laughing*
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Chapter 9: Party
Pairing: Catherine/Vincent
Characters: Ensemble
Genre: AU/Ship/Angst
Rating: Nc-17
Warning: Language, Emotional Mayhem and Sexual Situations
Spoiler Alert: S1 E15
Summary: Catherine braves the Christmas dinner party and end the evening in each other’s embrace.
A/N: Ok see Vincent was not really an a$$ while he was still The A$$. Heheheheeee So Catherine knows the truth now and is trying to move forward. I think it’s time for a hot kiss don’t you? Awemaweeee
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Catherine arrived at her parent’s house a little unnerved that JT was waiting at the steps for her.
He handed her a note then went inside.
Catherine opened it. It read: Catherine, I’m a little worried about showing up. Send me a message if it is truly alright with you. V.
Catherine fumbled with her phone and quickly found one of his messages and typed: I guess.
He instantly messaged back: Are you still upset?
She replied: Yes, but I’m trying.
When she entered, her parents were already standing there.
Her father watched as her mother spoke. “Come in from the cold. Are you ok?”
Catherine forced a smile while glancing over them. “Yes.”
Catherine’s father raised an eyebrow as if he didn’t believe her.
“I’m fine. Why? What’s going on?”
Heather strode into the entryway wearing a bright red dress. “A party silly! Here give me the gifts. I’m organizing them. Say hi to everyone. Single ladies must mingle. Where are the Beast photos?”
Catherine was typing another reply to Vincent and absently responded to her sister. “In my purse.”
Catherine handed the bags over and smoothed her hair down remembering she never fixed it after the wind had blown it all over.
Catherine smiled and nodded at dozens of people who seemed to be overjoyed at meeting her.
Heather beamed. “And here is the mayor.”
“It is very nice to meet you. My wife has cri…waited all day to see how it…how you are doing?”
Catherine’s smile froze at his strange sentence. “How I’m doing?”
“Oh hi there. Love the dress. How are you holding up?” The mayor’s wife leaned in obviously expecting something from her.
Catherine tried not to jerk back and patted her hand. “I’m holding up ok.”
Catherine wished now she had left the clips in her hair as she believed it make her appear disheveled. “I’m just a little frazzled. It’s all the wind. I’m fine, and I love your dress. Is that cerulean?”
“Yes, and not to worry dear the wind will die down. It always does.” She elderly lady winked at her before the couple walked away. Catherine noticed that the mayor’s wife and several other people were looking at her then to their phones.
Catherine wondered why it was such a big deal that she showed up late.
Catherine grinned and chatted long enough to be polite then extracted herself to the back of the house. She slipped into the library window seat where she finally logged into her phone again and messaged Vincent back once more.
An hour later, Tess strode into the library and jerked Catherine’s cell phone out of her hands. “For gawds sake stop it. This is worse than angry posting.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Catherine wished Tess would keep her voice down as several people who were reading were now watching them.
“Wrong with me? You’re the one make up posting.” Tess held up her own phone.
Catherine saw what she just typed on it. “I don’t understand.”
“You were posting.” Tess turned to the room. “None of you are really reading books are you?”
Catherine saw several people shaking their heads no as books tipped so she could they had their cell phones and iPads inside their books they pretended to read.
“I checked my email then replied to…a message. I was replying to a post from the email? You mean everything I typed…every photo he sent…”
“Was posted to the fangirl site for the world to read. Touch me here…lick me there. Yep.” Tess shook her head yes.
Catherine felt herself tugged into a bedroom. “What am I going to do?”
Tess’ voice was flat as she shifted her eyes back and forth. “For one, delete your account. Two, never type the words Sexy Beast Sex or The Sex Kiss on your phone again…ever. SBS is all over the net now. I’m tired already of SBS. Third, what is the whole Bench Tossing sex thing? There are entire conspiracy cults forming. Spill it.”
“He picked up a bench and was going to toss it.” Catherine tried to breathe knowing that almost every person she knew would read what she had typed back and forth with Vincent.
She remembered typing what she wanted Vincent to do with his tongue and that he had typed out other interesting things he wanted to do to her body. “Oh my gawd. My dad is going to hear about this. My boss. My college teachers. My co-workers. My clients!”
“Yeah and Santa Claus. You’ve been a naughty naughty girl…now tell me the truth.”
“I didn’t know I was posting where other people could read it.”
“I know that. Tell me the truth about Bench Tossing.”
“He got mad and almost threw a bench.”
Tess shook her head. “If it’s really about tossing a real bench then for the sake of everything holly I’m just going to post that now.”
Tess tapped away on her phone.
“They’re posting about bench tossing?” Catherine’s voice was up several octaves. Catherine wondered if perhaps Muirfield had her in some type of a coma and were running test on her.
“Yes. I think you might need to take a leave of absence. You can cite stupidity.” Tess smirked.
Catherine said nothing.
“I told them Bench Tossing was throwing a real bench not some new sex position, but they’re not buying it. They keep commenting about it having something to do with piano benches and the CAT position. I always meant to try the CAT and piano benches or chairs without arms can be interesting. Maybe Joe might like…”
“Tess. It’s not funny.” Catherine shook her head.
“I know.” Tess pointed to her cell. “You left him in a bad position. Just tell him to come.”
“I’m not going to post more sex stuff.” Catherine paced back and forth.
Tess leaned against the bed rail. “For gawds sake. I mean tell him to come in here already not come as in finish himself off. Gawd. Give me some credit.”
“I’m sorry. This is just a little much.” Catherine sat down on the bed and stared at her hands.
Tess turned around and typed: Ok guys so you know what Bench Tossing is now leave her alone. Ass if you can see this go to where she is. More groveling needed.
“What are you doing?”
“Letting everyone down gently so I don’t get death threats.” Tess put her cell in her pocket. “I tried to let him know it’s safe to come on by now.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll tell Heather to make excuses. She’s not feeling well bla blab bla, which no one in their right mind will believe but what can ya do. She wanted your help with something in about an hour, but I’ll take care of it.”
“Ok.”
Catherine sat alone and scrolled to the top of the message where Vincent started apologizing by taking photos of himself kneeling in various places in town with a sign that said ‘From The Ass: Please forgive me for being one. V.’
She scrolled past the message where she asked him if he had tossed any benches lately. He typed he only felt like tossing benches around her. The photo showed him kneeling next to bench with a sign that said: You tame my Beast. I hurt you emotionally. I couldn’t find a way around it. Please forgive me. PS There is no one but you. Sincerely The Ass who did not mean to be a pain in yours.
She paused on another one when he was drenched in water standing in a fountain with a sign that read: I only fall for you. Hopefully The former Ass.
She glanced at her message where she said he could now remove the word The from his title and also remove his wet shirt.
He did in the next one.
Catherine lay back on the bed. “And it went downhill from there.”
She thought about every sexual detail and talent he professed he would use to pay homage to her body in worship as he posted pictures with less clothing. She remembered that she took photos of her own hair saying that she would trace the windswept locks over his naked…
“My father is going to read that before the end of the day.”
“Not if JT has anything to say about it.” A deep voice reverberated around the room and Catherine sat straight up on the bed then turned toward the window.
“Vincent?”
He stepped forward wearing a tuxedo and kneeled at her feet. “JT is taking the site down. Tomorrow morning, the papers will all report that the site was hijacked, your phone was hacked and none of the communications really came from us.”
Catherine wanted to believe it was fixable, but her brain nagged at her. “The photos of you?”
“Never showed my face. Neither did you. It was all Photoshop anyway. They will find evidence of that.” His deep voice sent warm waves over her legs that were bare to him because of her short dress.
“The Conservatory?”
“Video surveillance leaked showing that the guard walked around all night just as your father is now paying him to say. It was closed early for extermination.”
“My father…”
“He knows about the hack and is thankful to JT for finding it so quickly. It was smart thinking on your half to have him meet you here before the party to try to stop it.”
Catherine thought it over. “Yes very smart of me.”
“I’m just sorry that once again I did something that hurt you. First, I was more worried about her having a collapse then you having one. Second, I tried to make it up to you by groveling in messages that turned out to be comments on a post. Third, I … I’m sure I’ll mess something up before the night is over like not taking every opportunity to tell you how special you are to me and how I would die for you again if it came to it.”
Catherine took in a shaky breath knowing the pain was not all gone. “Don’t talk like that. You thought she might try to kill herself…again.”
Vincent leaned back as his forehead wrinkled.
“I did some reading. It was worse than what was commonly known. I looked in the court records where they had to admit her when she thought her fiancé rose from the dead back from the war.”
“She’s home with her aunt now, and it doesn’t matter. I put someone before you. It will never happen again.” Vincent put his hands on either side of her legs on the bed causing it to dip down bringing her closer to him.
Catherine pulled his arm trying to get him to stand instead of kneeling at her feet.
He pulled back staying where he was.
“Vincent. I don’t want you to stop protecting people. I should have waited for an explanation before going off the deep end.”
“Like I said, it’s not your fault, so stop trying to find a way to make what I did ok. It wasn’t.”
Vincent looked over her shapely and slender legs. “Besides, I like kneeling at your feet. Gives me one hell of a view and I like you going off the deep end but only when it’s with me…into a fountain.”
Catherine rested her hands on his shoulders and remembered them falling into water together. Heat spread up over her body, but it was not embarrassment causing it this time.
His eyes shot down then back up to her eyes.
“So you like kneeling and going off deep ends with me?”
“Groveling has its advantages.” Vincent’s hands inched closer to the sides of her legs.
Catherine nodded yes and touched the edge of one shoe to his leg.
His hands advanced up to touch the black fabric of her dress that was already hiked up farther than propriety would allow.
Slowly, very slowly and softly he traced down her thighs over her knees to her ankles.
Catherine leaned back bracing her hands on the bed as the muscles in her legs trembled from the tingling sensation. It was almost more sensation than she could stand.
“Vincent.”
His hands slowed as she sat back on his feet. He let go of one ankle and gripped the bottom of her black high heel shoe and placed it on his thigh.
Catherine looked down the curve of her body to Vincent’s heated gaze that seared her as his treacherous fingers lightly glided over the delicate skin on her ankle as he removed her shoe.
“Catherine.” He all but whispered her name in deep gravel tones.
Her eyes half closed as it felt as if his fingers had traced back up her leg and were lightly feathering at the juncture of her hip.
His touch fanned out over more of her ankle when he settled her bare foot firmly to his muscular thigh. The movement caused the tingling sensation to fan out as well moving between her legs.
Vincent stopped moving his hand when she pressed down hard on the ball of her foot and breathed deeply in flaring her nose as her eyelids trembled.
“My Catherine.” He rubbed her foot a few moments before he replaced it with the other that still had a shoe.
Her mind was completely numb to anything but the magnet that was Vincent. He was pulling her back in. Back into his heart. Back into his life with the most delicate of touches.
“You mean to seduce me with a foot rub?”
Vincent’s warm hands moved more firmly this time over her calf up to the back of her knee. His fingers glided over areas she did not know would have a direct impact between her legs. She gasped for air and shifted her hips up toward him as if welcoming him inside.
She panted for him as his hands rubbed lower over her ankle to remove her last shoe. He massaged the arch of her foot then let his finger run between two of her toes.
Catherine had never found a foot massage to be sensual before, and was not able to control her responses as her heart raced as if his masterful touch were grazing over more sensitive areas of her body that were now throbbing for him. “Foot fetish?”
He finally answered her and kissed the inside of her knee letting his tongue slide just under the bend. “Catherine fetish. And I want a taste.”
She lay back completely on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge as the predator advanced with his lips, teeth, fangs and tongue over her thigh.
“Mine.”
Catherine remembered that wild untamed voice and peered down into glowing flame gold eyes that hypnotized her like a snake. She knew he could smell her arousal, but felt no shame as he worked farther up her body appearing to enjoy it as much or even more than she was.
Catherine thought of the heat and steam of the Conservatory and how he had moved over her body like this before.
She opened her eyes and raised her upper body fully remembering where she was. “Maybe we should wait.”
Vincent’s eyes stopped glowing and his tongue traced a line just under the black fabric. “You want me to grovel and beg. I’ll beg.”
“Nnno.” Catherine meant that she did not want him to beg but her voice came out husky filled with want, and Vincent took it as his que.
“Please Catherine. Please let me use my body to pleasure yours. Let me taste you again.”
Vincent’s breath from each word rushed over the dampness on her upper thigh where his mouth had just worshiped.
Catherine’s voice escaped in half moan and half sigh.
His hands moved up lightly tugging on the material as his fangs descended and fervently traced as well.
Catherine lay back once again unable to form a coherent thought. “Oh my gawd.”
“Sexy Beast will suffice.”
Vincent tugged at the dress to where he wanted it, and positioned one of her legs so he would have had an unobstructed view if it were not for a small bit of cloth. “My Catherine. You’re beautiful.”
Vincent leaned forward and used his fangs to rip the black silk cloth off of her body and out of his way. “Please.”
Catherine dug her nails into the fabric of the comforter knowing his mouth was inches away because of the flow of his breath. “Yesss.”
She expected him to move quickly, lick and delve, but he took his maddening time with light caresses and graze of fang that never quite went where she wanted. Catherine squirmed and whimpered till she finally let go of the fabric and went to rise up to meet him.
That was the moment when he chose to lavish attention on the most sensitive of areas causing an explosion of urgency to rake across her entire body.
She gripped his hair digging her nails across his scalp harder then she intended. All she knew was that she needed more, and he was going to give it.
Catherine jerked his head back and to one side. “You want to beg and tease me at the same time?”
“I…I…”
“Quiet.” Catherine slid off the bed to stand and Vincent followed her. “No.”
Catherine undid his belt and pants giving a tug on all of the cloth covering him. She stepped forward holding his belt in her hand.
Vincent backed up appearing to not fully understand. His legs hit the bed, and he fell down onto it with a little shove from her as she dropped the belt.
“That’s better.” Catherine climbed over his body and slid the slickness of her core over his throbbing hardness. She worked herself over him not letting him enter.
Catherine’s eyes glazed over with arousal and she rocked her body over his. “You want to beg? Make it convincing or I’ll just take care of myself.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would…beg if I were you.” Her wicked glare accompanied slow rocking motions as her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt.
She didn’t mean it, but he seemed to half believe her if his eyes were any indication.
Vincent growled low in his chest when she worked her hips in quick short strokes that rubbed her pulsing bud. “Catherine please.”
His deep voice pleaded for his own release. “Please. Mmmmmm I beg you.”
She all but stopped then one inch at a time meticulously traced her heat over his length. “You want me?”
Vincent’s eyes flamed as his body burned with need at the memory of being buried deep within her heat. “Catherine.”
It was the first time he had spoken her name in his Beast form and it grabbed her full attention.
She lowered her mouth to his and grazed her tongue in time with her hip’s slide. His tongue joined the dance as he tried to show her what he wanted to do with her body.
Catherine had tried to tease him to a slow release as he had with her, but it now turned on her. Her breasts hurt with a need to be touched and sucked on. Her legs trembled from wanting to be put to better use helping him thrust inside her. And her heart ached with the need to join completely with him.
“I’m yours.” Her voice whispered out against his lips.
It was as if a string had been snapped that let loose a caged panther. Catherine felt herself twirl in the air and land bouncing on the bed with her legs thrown to the side. Her hands tried to catch her, but she was flat on her back before she could even have the conscious thought to stop her decent.
Vincent snapped and growled from the edge of the bed where his eyes burned with molten gold. His growl came out mingled with a word Catherine was too stunned to recognize.
Vincent leaned forward onto the bed and his talons dug into the fabric tearing it. He then froze and watched her as if he were a beast that had been re-caged.
Catherine understood and nodded yes. “I trust you.”
Once again he advanced on her with faster than human speed with the help of his talons that dug into the fabric. In the blink of an eye, Catherine felt him on top of her and he went still again.
Her heart hammered against her ribs from the heady adrenalin that coursed in her veins. She was maddeningly aroused and exhilarated from the sense of danger.
Vincent’s growl reverberated off the walls as he sank his mouth over her pulse in her neck while sliding inside her clenching heat.
Catherine screamed out at the moisture on her neck with graze of fang and slide of his tongue that coincided with his hard throbbing penetrating body. She had never felt such a concentration of pleasure released over her body. Nothing from the Conservatory compared.
The waves of release did not end but kept buffeting her body as she clawed and gripped his muscled back. At one point, she was aware of her own teeth digging into his shoulder. It never stopped. He never stopped as he gripped her body to his fighting to work her to another end before the first had time to stop.
Catherine growled out her own encouragements as her body thundered in time with Vincent. Every muscle used. Every breath one closer as if she raced to an end that was just out of reach. Instinctively she knew that if he faltered or let himself go before her that nothing would allow her release again. Only him. Only like this could she reach the finish line.
She reached the end of her race with one last grinding thrust like the ribbon stretched out over the finishing line torn in half. His tight grip was the only thing holding her to reality as her body thrashed of its own accord while she fought for air.
Catherine came back to herself clinging to a muscular form that was now straining. From the roar in her ears, she knew he had crossed the line as well and not long after her.
Vincent moved next to her cradling her body to his while pressing his face to the back of her head breathing in the scent of her hair. “I love you.”
Catherine had just opened her mouth to speak when she saw the bedroom door opening. She squeaked as she pulled a shredded piece of the comforter over her lower body.
Tess appeared at the door. “Why does it have to be me?”
“Tess?”
Vincent changed back into his full human form then pulled his pants on with a curse.
“I fend Joe off. I fend Heather off. I arrange a media blackout, and still I’m the one that has to come in here while you’re coming in here. Thanks for that Cat.”
Vincent and Catherine wordlessly watched as Tess thundered into the room and grabbed Catherine by the arm laying her over on her side.
It appeared to Vincent as if Tess were grabbing her ass.
“Do you know what’s worse than angry posting?” Tess inquired with an edge to her voice as she reached into the folds of the now tattered and ripped fabric that once was a comforter that Catherine was now lying on top of.
“Tess!” Catherine flailed on her side trying to pull her dress down not understanding why Tess was even in the room let along man handling her.
“Butt dialing.” Tess pulled away from Catherine holding her phone and pressed the end button.
Catherine shook her head in disbelief. “Oh my gawd.”
Tess tipped her head down but kept her eyes on Catherine. “I’ve heard enough of that. Oh my gawd this beg for it that. Seriously. All those distracting calls your butt made caused Heather to removed me from having the job of loading and getting the Beast photos ready for the viewing. I told her it looked like a bunch of porn anyway. She thought it was from my phone that sounded as if it were having hot sex.”
“What?” Catherine visibly paled and slid off the bed.
Vincent caught her before she landed in the floor in a heap.
“You two can wait till I leave the room thank you very much.” Tess took her hand off her hip as she turned to leave the room setting the phone on a dresser.
“Tess! Is she loading them now?” Catherine pulled away from Vincent and shimmied her dress all the way back into place.
“Everyone’s in there sitting waiting for her to get it ready since I’ve been dismissed.”
Catherine pushed past her and sprinted for the main hall.
“Excuse you!” Tess watched Vincent run after her. “What’s the big deal? You have the original Beast and you’re the one that took the photos. Heather probably has the wrong flash drive anyway.”
Vincent caught up with Catherine before she made it to the room where everyone was. “What’s happening?”
Catherine ignored him, rounded the corner sliding into the door frame for everyone to see.
All eyes were on her as she attempted to smile and smooth back her hair yet again. She guessed they were going to think she spent all day working on her hair to get that windblown just after sex messy look.
“Heather?”
“Over here. I’ve almost got it, and apparently you already have.”
Barefoot and flushed a deep red, Catherine trotted across the room and took the flash drive out of the laptop just as an image flickered on the screen.
Heather gasped. “What was that?”
“That was a photo I took for a perfume advertisement. Wrong flash drive. Sorry everyone. I’ll go get the right flash drive now.”
That explanation seemed to pacify most of the observers who were more interested in inspecting Vincent who had taken off his ripped shirt in the hall. His damp skin showcased his powerfully build body.
Out in the hall again, Heather bombarded Catherine with questions till she caved. “Those were pictures of Vincent and me naked in the Conservatory ok. Happy?”
Catherine noticed she had raised her voice and people in the room she just stepped out of probably heard. “Damn it.”
“Wait. I knew it. All that talk about the site and your phone being hacked was a lie. You slept with him. You had sex with the Beast? He’s The Ass?”
“Don’t call him that.”
“What? Beast or Ass? Man has he got some abs.” Heather put her hands on her hips knowing for the first time in years she had caught her big sister in a lie.
“Just stop it. I’ll put about a dozen good photos on another flash drive. I’ll be in mom’s study on her computer.”
Tess strode up to them with Joe close behind. “Now what’s going on?”
“I’m just getting the photos ready. I don’t need any help.” Catherine’s hand started to tremble as she began to wonder if they would leave her alone to sort out the issue with the photos.
“That’s not what it sounded like earlier.” Joe looked over Catherine inspecting for wounds then past Heather to Vincent who was standing in the doorway in shadow.
“Now you stop it. Leave Cat alone. I told you she was fine. And you shouldn’t have brought a gun here.” Tess slapped Joe on the shoulder.
Vincent’s deep voice reverberated from behind the group. “Gun?”
Joe pointed to the bruise marks on Catherine’s arm then squinted at Vincent. “Yeah a gun. It sounded like an episode of Animal Planet Presents Lions Attack in there.”
Tess punched Joe in the shoulder. “That bruise was from me.”
Heather folded her arms. “I like Into the Pride. You invited Tess? Why wasn’t I invited?”
Catherine’s face reddened if that were possible. “I ummm.”
Joe grabbed his shoulder where Tess punched him. “I wasn’t the only one that heard it. She was screaming bloody murder.”
“It wasn’t that bad. I wouldn’t mind going on a safari or trying Bench Tossing. Even hates to travel.” Heather glanced over her shoulder where Vincent’s eyes started to turn gold while his fangs showed. “Awimbawe.”
“Heather…down girl. I wasn’t joining in. It was more of a cock block thing…you should know about that.” Tess put her hand on Joe’s back and started pushing him out of the room.
Tess stopped at the door and let Vincent move out of the way. “You’re off the hook Simba. You’re not The Ass anymore. We have a new Ass in the Pride.”
Catherine couldn’t stand it anymore and went into her mother’s study with the flash drive.
“Why did you have to get the flash drive? What’s wrong?” Vincent asked as he pulled the door shut.
“What’s wrong? The camera kept taking pictures after I put it down. That’s what’s wrong. That whole room was about to see both of our asses up on that wall and have a soundtrack from Tess’ cell phone.”
Catherine stopped talking and sorted the photos using her mother’s computer.
Vincent smiled. “Everyone knows I’m an ass anyway or was The Ass. Don’t you think it fitting that they should see my ass?”
He stepped behind her and rubbed her tense shoulders as she finished sorting.
Catherine leaned back into his expert hands. “It’s just a mess.”
“What my ass? I think it looks pretty good.” He pointed to a photo of them stretched out over ferns and moss with the fountain in the background where blue light shone down over their naked bodies.
“Not funny. I mean the situation and you know it.”
“Then we’ll fix it. We’re good at that…saving each other.” Vincent leaned forward and kissed the top of her head when she pulled the flash drive out of the computer.
Catherine finally smiled. “And other things I guess. Animal Planet?”
Vincent chuckled and pulled his love into his arms. “I am the Sexy Beast remember?”
“You’re my Sexy Beast.”
Vincent spoke with his lips almost touching hers. “And you’re definitely the Beauty.”
Catherine raised an eyebrow remembering something she had read the night before. “Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle.”
Vincent’s eyes danced with golden flame then returned to hazel. “More like a war vet in a dilapidated dungeon.”
Catherine ignored him. “Although he had everything a person could want, he had no love in his heart.”
Vincent placed his hand over hers. “That’s because you weren’t in my life. Not really.”
“But I am now and you are in mine. The Prince and the Beauty looked into each other’s eyes. As they kissed they knew that they would live happily ever after.”
Vincent pulled her closer. “So no more uhhhh misunderstandings, angry posting or butt dialing. In this story does that make JT the clock guy Cogsworth? Sorry. Am I ruining the moment?”
Catherine kissed him quickly with a smile. “Not anymore than Lumiere busting into the room, tossing me on my side to grab my phone out from under my ass. I think I’ll call her that from now on.”
Vincent tried not to laugh. “Good one, but that’s not a good idea. She’ll think I’m the one who started it, and she’ll be back to calling me The Ass again.”
“Speaking of…” Catherine slid her hand down and gave his a squeeze. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
“And I hope you never will be.” The humor dropped from Vincent’s face as he drowned in Catherine’s eyes as he saw she knew he was not talking about sex.
“I never will. I love you, too.” Catherine leaned closer toward the man that had fulfilled all of her dreams and chased back the pain and loneliness that had haunted her.
“And I love you too.” Vincent delicately held her against his body as if she were breakable. No one in existence was more precious to him and no one would ever be more important.
Hearing his deep reverberating voice speaking of love and the heat from his body was too tempting to resist. Catherine wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips firmly to his thankful that all of the current issues had been resolved.
Vincent inched back. “What about the viewing?”
“They can wait. I want my own personal viewing right now.” Catherine ran her hands over his chest and pressed her hand over his heart.
Their eyes locked on each other, and they spoke volumes with only a glance. They knew and understood that they had taken back what was lost when Catherine collapsed at the Conservatory.
They felt the connection which bonded them together. It had been tested, but never failed. It had been strained but never broken. And now, they could sense that it was stronger than before. Somehow managing to work past the conflict strengthened their relationship and the depth of their emotions.
Their bond more than connecting them now. It encased them in an unending sea of protection and love. The depth of their ocean was unfathomable as they slowly undressed each other and rocked in the seductive waves that would eventually carry them once again safe to shore.
They sailed safely across in each other’s embrace before they returned to the party continuing their lives…together as one.
The end.
AN: I could not help myself…there really is a sex position called CAT started by an Edward…and not Sparkly or Richtofen. And, I had to include it in conversation or die. *looks around waiting for Tess to barge in to stop me from TMI posting…ponders how to get a copy of the memory card or at least an invite to next year’s party* I adore them as a couple. And, thanks to everyone who ventured along this fiction with me and braved chapter 7 and 8. I would love to hear more about what you think. Now, I’m off to work on BB The Silent One. The Beast has been ignored long enough and he wants to come out and hunt. Heather sings, “Awimbawe awimbawe awimbawe awimbaweeeeeeeeeeeeee…In the jungle the New York jungle Cat screams tonight, In the jungle the noisy jungle The Sexy Beast makes it alriiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Awimbawe awimbawe awimbaweeeeeeee” *looses mind laughing*
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