I don't give him time to think. I place my hand behind his head and pull his face to mine. I kiss him with all the passion I can muster. His lips are firm and unmoving but that doesn't stop me. I pour the fear, the anxiety, and the love I feel for him into the kiss trying to convey all the reasons he should follow me out of the darkness.

I start to panic when seconds have passed and he still hasn't moved. He is rigid in my arms and against my mouth. I give it one last try pushing harder against him, bruising my lips against his trying to break the shell he has constructed around himself.

I feel a single tear drop from my check on to his signaling the emotional damn breaking.

I can feel the waves of emotion rising within me when suddenly he surges forward.

His mouth is persistent and strong. Forcing mine into submission by sheer force. I KNOW I will be bruised now. I feel his tongue dart out and swipe at my lower lip. Without thought my mouth opens and I feel his tongue push forward into my mouth. The pleasure sparked by him radiates from my scalp to my toes, but no where is it more concentrated than in my lower abdomen. The warmth is pooling and my body is consumed by the need to devour him. With one kiss he has driven all rational thought from my head. I just want more of him.

He shifts pulling me down to lie next to him. Without breaking the fervent movements of our mouths he rolls on top of me. Once he is settled on top of me, the weight of him causes me to melt into him. My thighs part of their own volition hitching around his hips pulling him closer to me. My arms slide over his rib cage around to his back where my hands begin clawing at the toned muscles I find.

He was cushioning my head with his forearm effectively pinning me to the floor with the weight of his torso. His other hand began running back and forth from my knee to my hip. I moan loudly against his mouth when on one last pass his hand reaches my hip and grips it pulling my pelvis flush against his.

I don't know if it's the unsteady beat of my heart, the hormonal and emotional tornado he has stirred up in me, or the fact that I am breathless as a result of his kisses but I start to feel light-headed.

Almost as if I had spoken this concern out loud Vincent pulls his mouth from mine. He is hovering over me, his panted breath mingling with my own. Once our lips parted I could tell the moment his mind kicked back on. His body froze completely and a look of shock etched itself into his face.

The fog started to clear from my mind and I felt the panic rise in my chest. I could tell he is going to pull away. I could read it in the stiffness in his face and it was breaking my heart.

Instinctively I tighten my thighs around his hips surging my pelvis forward pressing our centers together. My body was still so high from the heady arousal Vincent conjured that try as I might I couldn't get my hips to relax. I knew Vincent's sudden hesitation must have been mental – I could tell his body wanted more.

My mind had kicked in enough to realize I had to approach Vincent as I would the beast. I reach one hand in a familiar gesture up to his check. Palming the scar on his left side and in a direct contradiction of my hips I gently place my lips against his. The kiss alone would have been construed as chaste had it not been for the insistent grip my lower body had on his.

He responded groaning softly and running his hand in light circles around my hip. My mind gave momentary pause as I locked eyes with him. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I wanted next, but conflict raged across Vincent's face. Would I regret it later if I pushed Vincent? Would he? Was it fair? We were both so emotionally raw. While the last few minuets had felt like a balm to me had he felt the same? My mind knew I couldn't push him till I knew the root of his hesitation, but at the same time my body was not releasing his.

Clinging to him, my lips brushed across his chin on the way to his throat. "It's ok. Talk to me Vincent. What is stopping you?" He doesn't talk at first, but he hums softly instead. This may be due to the fact that once I finished speaking I began nibbling along his jaw.

I know that if positions were reversed I wouldn't have a thought in my head beside 'more please' but I just couldn't stop myself long enough to let him answer. When I reached his ear I pulled his lobe into my mouth sucking slightly causing Vincent to hiss. Hearing this encouraged me and I grazed my teeth along the skin. By the time I reached the end of his lobe he had groaned my name loud enough to echo in his dark cell while simultaneously sliding his hand from my hip to my backside.

This is how JT found us when he threw the elevator doors open suddenly. My face buried in Vincent's throat and his head thrown back. My legs locked around his hips while his hand was gripping my ass.

Even though embarrassment was coursing through me making me want to hide my hormones and my arousal was fighting back. Telling my muscles to stay clenched around Vincent until satisfied. It was Vincent that ultimately decided for me much to my disappointment. Ironically, despite the rampant disappointment, the ease with which he disentangled himself from me, despite what I thought was an iron grip, only served to further arouse me.

Vincent sat on the floor between me and JT running his hands over his face making sure not to look at either of us. Opposed to JT who seemed as though he couldn't look away - or close his mouth.

"There goes our theories huh?" JT asked not really directed at either of us.

"JT" Vincent said more of a warning then anything but JT didn't notice or didn't care. I could tell he was on edge and I knew JT's glibness was tempting me to lose my temper and I didn't have a beast to fight against.

"No this is great, Vincent. You allow yourself to be locked into a cage with someone you think might be the cause to your recently increased instability and instead of keeping your distance, instead of perhaps calmly discussing why space and time would be the most reasonable - most logical step at this juncture you ... God this is so far past making a playlist ..."

I'm staring at Vincent during the entire rant and unlike JT I notice the veins on Vincent's neck starting to darken and protrude. I sit up, finally feeling in control of my body. "JT"

"No Yoko, I'm not interested in hearing how dreamy his eyes are and why you swoon over him. For almost twenty-five years me and Vincent have known each other. I have seen him with one night stands, lovers, girlfriends, even a fiancée and never has he made so many irrational decisions because of a women. Do you even realize how deeply his feelings run? Do you realize what it would do to him if he lost control - which considering recent events isn't out of the realm of possibility? Even if he only scratched you - just the slightest of bruises and he would be INCONSOLABLE! When are you going to stop being so selfish?!"

I couldn't respond because the next thing I knew a deafening roar echoed through the warehouse and the beast quicker than sound was against the bars reaching for JT. Who in the course of his rant had thankfully gotten more than arms length away from the cage.

"The gun Catherine. Get the gun." JT yelled over the growling Vincent was doing.

I quickly grabbed the gun from the floor but did not aim it at Vincent.

"Vincent" I whispered but he wouldn't turn around. He roared again still reaching through the bars swiping his powerful claws towards JT. "Vincent" I repeated my voice louder than before but still I couldn't get his attention.

"JT leave."

"NO!"

"I need his attention, please leave."

"Just shoot him."

"Not unless I have to. Please. Trust me. Please just this once."

JT doesn't answer me. He just walked out of the front door leaving me to tame MY beast.

"Vincent" I repeat for the third time and he finally turn to me. He roars at me and my hand grips the gun tighter. I take my free hand and slowly start to raise it towards Vincent. "I need you to come back to me now. I need to talk to you about what JT said. I know he must have hit a nerve with you. He definitely did with me." By now my hand is again cupping him face. Vincent was staring at me, panting at me, but was not yet showing any signs of changing back. "In the last 30 minuets Vincent we've gone from reconciling - to passion - to being scolded. I'm an emotional wreck. I need to talk this out, and you're the only one I can do that with." It took a few moments but he began to come back to me.

"I'm sorry" He whispers and backs away from me to lean against the bars. I took the four steps I needed to close the distance between us, but stopped just short of touching him.

"I'm guessing it wasn't a black out." I say smiling up at him.

"No, I lost my temper. I was too close to the edge when JT started his lecture. It's my fault. " He slides to the side and again walks away towards the back of the cell. "Things got out of control. " Vincent turns around looking me square in the eye.

Again I close the distance. Again I am a hairs breadth away from him, but I still refrain from touching him. I know where he's going with this conversation. I want to stop him before he speaks again. I want to stop him from breaking my heart. I want to stop him from telling me it was a mistake - that it shouldn't have happened. I think he can read this on my face and seeing the rejection starting to invade my eyes causes him to avert his eyes momentarily.

"Stop, Vincent." I reach my hand out to hold his. "I know JT's not entirely wrong. I understand that I haven't been the most rational. My actions not entirely selfless, but you kissed me back. You meet me more than half way not minuets ago right here on this floor. You ..." I had no real defense. I knew my actions if dissected in a clinical, purely impartial way were risky. Rationally speaking I was playing with fire. But I knew that if I did get burned - which I didn't believe I would - that in the end it would be worth it. " You are not alone. I was ... I am ... so sorry I let you down in that tunnel."

"You didn't let me down Catherine. I'm the problem, not you."

"No you're not a problem." I let the gun fall from my hand and reach out to take his other. "You're the answer to a question I haven't even been able to ask yet."