CW's 'Beauty and the Beast'. Classic beautiful story w new life. I love the two main characters and I think they have great chemistry. Can't wait to see how they proceed with the love story.
Since I am impatient, here is a little sex tale.

This chapter is from Vincent's POV. Want from Catherine's POV? Then review and let me know! Once I have enough reviews, I'll post chapter 2

Enjoy, Birgitta
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Late Night Visit –Vincent's POV.

I'm asleep, yet the part of me that is not human is never truly resting. It is always alert; surveying the surroundings and listening for any threats. There is much to scan for the night is never still or quiet. There are constant sounds: static electricity… buzzing and howling… JT snoring in his room… And, just as there are sounds, there are also movements stirring all around me, but my non-human side knows what to dismiss and what to warn me of.

My ears first register the popping of gravel under tires, the soft hum of a familiar car engine, and the low rhythmic beat from a stereo. The music stops and a car door opens. Light feet set down on the ground one at a time, slowly and gently, not like me. In my mind, I can visualize those feet just as I can visualize the rest of my late guest's features. Every inch of her has been memorized or dreamt up by me for she preoccupies every minute of my life… I wouldn't want it any other way.

There is a shift in the wind and the night air breeze swirls around her hair making it take flight. As the wind brings her released scent to me, my nostrils expands and draws breath. The reaction is instant. Her scent is a drug, as is the rest of her. I crave her constantly, every moment of the day and every toss of the night. And, she is coming to me, hopefully wanting, urging, and needing. If so, I will give it to her and more. For her, I have killed, broken my very own safety rules, and dismissed all sense of reasoning. With her by my side, even the Beast can find peace.

I turn my head without lifting from the pillow and see neon yellow displaying the time; 12:22. It is late. She should be in bed. She needs her rest, yet I'd be a liar if I was to say that I wasn't pleased. No, pleased isn't the right word to use. It doesn't properly paint a picture of my physical state; the beating of my heart, the acceleration of my pulse, the tightening of my limbs, and the preparation and excitement of my body. I am not pleased. I am much much more than that. I am desperation. I am famished. I am voracious. Yet, I hold and wait. I do not move. I only listen as I hear her approach.

She has her way of getting in. She slides in through a bottom hole in the chain link fence. The metal rattles as she accidently brushes against it. A small gasp escapes as I imagine it cutting through her flesh. Her safety, her well-being, is my everything. It is what keeps me up at night when we are apart and what has me stalking her in the shadows during the day.

Concerned, I listen intently but there is no sound of pain. I inhale the air and luckily it is untainted by blood. It simply holds the gentle sweet smell of her skin and hair, just as it should.

I continue to trace her movement towards me using my sensitive and sharpened senses. Her boots makes distinct noises as they come down on the small rocks covering our driveway. The boots are a part of her, just as much as her gun and her badge. She wears them well. I've only seen her in heels once. She was a vision. Yet, she is a true Beauty; she requires no tricks such as makeup, high heels, or deep cleavage dresses. She sets men aflame no matter what she wears. She can have whomever she wants. Whomever… and she's chosen me… a Beast.

Appreciating her skill and cleverness, I smile as she picks the lock to our door. It infuriates JT which I also find amusing. I didn't used to smile or laugh. She has brought life back into my miserable existence. Before she found me, I was alive but I wasn't living. Only she has managed to give me back a sense of belonging and hope for happiness. Because of her, there are dreams of more… better… a cure. With her in my life, anything seems possible… anything.

There's a small click; her flashlight. She needs it to find a safe passage through the labyrinth of the dark warehouse. We live like animals, JT and I, or like mad scientists, which is actually exactly what we are. So perhaps, our establishment is suitable. More importantly, she doesn't mind.

The boots come to a halt and my body tightens even further. She has reached our inner front door… So close… Soon… What is she in the mood for? What plans does she have for us? Not that it matters. All I care about is that she is almost in my arms. I am one lucky Beast.

Downstairs, I pick up on how her fingers feel along the top frame of the door. There is no need to pick this lock for she has figured out where we keep the spare key. She is resourceful and it is one of the reasons why I love her. In a world full of beautiful women, she is a true Beauty because she saw me for more. She saw past the scar on the outside, the scarred soul on the inside, and the Beast raging out from within when angered. She loves me for me, Beast and all.

She moves quietly, like a ballerina, a Native, or a thief. She's a cop but sometimes she acts like a crook. I'm a Doctor but sometimes I take lives. Despite being opposites, one a Beauty and one a Beast, we are alike… the same… meant to be… destined.

With the flashlight in hand, she makes it up the stairs, through the closed metal gate, across my floor, and to the edge of my bed. She stops there, watching me. How much she can see in the dark, I am unsure of. Does she know that I am awake? Does she know that I am watching her?

I can hear her heart pounding. It is pounding with excitement and it makes my own pulse quicken for it is for me her body longs. Then, she begins to undress, one garment at a time: her gun hip holster, her jacket, her boots, her blouse, and her jeans. In only her underwear, she crawls up onto my bed with one knee on each side of my outstretched legs. As she gets closer, I sit up to welcome her. Our lips meet and a small shiver travels through me. It is the same everything we touch. She has bewitched me… tamed me… de-beasted me, only she has been able to do this.

There are no needs for words for I know what she wants and she knows that I will give it to her. Eager, greedy, and uninhibited, she places her knees on either side of my hips and sinks down. In response to the feel of her panties against me, I grab a hold of her backside and press her even closer. My hardness poke up her heated center as it pulsated manically in desperation. It wants to be released from its cotton restraint and have her silky un-necessities stripped from her bushy flesh. Our desire for one another make our kiss grow deeper and hungrier until we can wait no longer. As our underwear are recklessly discarded, I lay her down on the pillows and hover naked above her. I never enter her. I always let her guide me in. Fingernails rasp at my backside as I am gripped and positioned. We moan in harmony as we begin to move in a synchronized fashion. Her mood, her particular need and want, is what sets the pace. Tonight, she wants it fast, rough, and I oblige. Gripping fingers push me inside, harder, faster, until neither of us can hold on any longer. We climax in each other's arms; sweaty, hot, and aware of nothing other than the two of us.

I collapse back onto the pillows next to her and she nestles close with her leg and arm wrapped around me. I sigh, still amazed over my blessing, as her lips brush against my neck in a soft kiss good night.

"I love you, my Beast."

As her breathing changes to a rhythmic REM, I place a protective and possessive arm around her. Whatever threat may arise, I will protect her. And, no one will be better suited. I am a Beast and I will unleash all my fury on whoever or whatever may try to hurt her. I may be a Doctor by profession and skilled to save lives. Yet to save hers, this Dr Jekyll will turn into a Mr. Hyde.

Despite her slumber, I whisper back my confession, the truth, the forever unvarying. "I love you… my Beauty."

Ok, how was that? LOL

Let's see if we make it even hotter with a rewrite from Catherine's POV. Want me to post it – let me know! Review!

Thanks, Birgitta