Title: BB The Camera
Chapter 6: Mine
Pairing: Catherine/Vincent
Genre: AU/Ship
Rating: R
Warning: Language and Sexual Situations
Spoiler Alert: S1 E13
Summary: The Sexy Beast and the Beauty need one another and unite their lives and bodies together as one.
A/N: They have kissed and stripped in the Conservatory where they are all alone, so it would appear it is time to let them finally and truly be together. After watching 1x13, I adjusted the first two pages then finished this chapter. I hope you enjoy.
A light cool mist lowered onto Vincent and Catherine's bodies from a fountain nearby that was set to automatically turn on after sunset. The light spray that moved like a fog surrounded them on the bed of soft green moss.
Catherine laid back and closed her eyes feeling the mist tingle her body even as the heat from Vincent's mouth sucked and tugged on her nipple. Her mind imagined it was pixie dust that was being sprinkled on her flushed skin.
Her breathy voice floated with the mist. "Vincent."
"I know." He was more than aware that her body was giving off several signs that she was fully aroused and ready for him. He flicked his tongue one last time on the hardened bud in his mouth and pulled back with a light tug.
The sucking pull then quick release of his mouth brought a gasp from her as a tingling sensation broke out on her body. It started with her breasts and caused a shiver to move over her biceps then over her torso to settle lower in her thighs.
Catherine opened her eyes and gripped Vincent's hair tighter when she noticed he was not moving up over her. "Please."
"I am." His deep voice rumbled as he lowered his mouth to her abdomen for a kiss as he slid his body lower. He paused letting his eyes rise up to hers and let her see his sinful intent.
Catherine sucked in air and was holding it as she realized that he was going to use his mouth lower on her body. The pink of her cheeks brightened to almost red. The intensity of his dark hazel heated eyes had held her in place more than any predator had ever been able to do with its prey.
His tongue flicked out when a dance of Beast fire filed his eyes.
The softness of his breath, the lash of his tongue and the intensity of the flame caused Catherine to let out a shaky uneven breath she had been holding in her lungs. She instantly gasped for more air as he continued to kiss lower causing her heart to race with expectation as his mouth passed her navel.
When he broke eye contact, she finally glanced up to see dozens of flowering vines that hung down like a curtain or tapestry. Her eyelids fluttered with every uneven breath she drew in as her eyes focused in and out on the pink and violet flowers that were sprinkled in the vines.
Catherine had never allowed any of her men to do what Vincent was about to because it always felt to intimate. She let go of the grip she had on his hair letting the silken strands slide between her fingers.
Vincent's hand stroked up her leg as he moved her knee more to the side exposing her to him. He had often thought of what he would do if ever he found himself unadorned with the perfection that was Catherine, but all traces of thought left him. Now, he only wanted to pleasure her and to listen to her cries of release as his tongue flicked across her delicate skin.
His hand continued to trail down her abdomen as his lips and tongue traced the contour of her hip when he felt her tense.
Being like this or even thinking about it always made her feel unsafe and that things were out of her control. Catherine felt a sudden panic since the moment was close when he would explore her with his mouth. The feeling of being exposed made her feel self conscious and venerable to him.
"Wait." Her voice was nothing short of a whimper, which was not a tone he had ever heard from her before.
The almost whispered word stopped him faster than an army of soldiers pointing automatic rifles at him.
He tipped his head to the side resting his cheek on her thigh, so he could watch her face more fully. His eyebrows nit together then rose as if asking what.
She was a second away from telling him to stop as she had with the others. She would typically take over the direction and go straight to it in order to distract. Catherine didn't want to do that with Vincent, but she also didn't want to turn this into some kind of talk. She wanted him and she knew he wanted her. Neither wanted to wait.
Catherine clenched her teeth as she felt like she was ruining the moment and potentially causing unneeded mayhem to his first sexual encounter in almost ten years.
She berated herself for being a freak when it came to trusting men, but she could not help it. The impulses were very strong ones that were created from a since of self preservation that once helped save her life. But she knew the things in you that change to save you if held on to for too long are the very things that destroy you. Or so her therapist of five years had told her. She didn't want to listen, but now she knew it was the truth.
She told herself to fall back on her original plan which she used with others because if she paused any longer it would be dragged out and seem like some important built up thing that it was not.
Catherine paused when light from the fountain caught the pink scar on his cheek that extended up to his brow and down to his lips.
Her hand moved out instinctively touching the scar and tracing the line with her finger down to his mouth. Her fingertip glided over one of his fangs before going back to his lips and to the scar.
She realized she was not the only one feeling exposed. She saw in his eyes for a moment that there was a question as if he were asking her to take him for what he was and not to discard him.
Vincent almost shook with dread when she stopped his progress, and he could see she was making some type of a decision.
All of the old doubts returned plaguing his mind with ideas that he was unworthy and that she was just now realizing it. He told himself to stop doubting her that she would not turn him away.
He closed his eyes for a moment then pushed it back and allowed himself to truly hope and to trust her. He knew he was in this with her. He told himself that she was in this with him and that they had a future together.
When Catherine saw the edges of his lips tip in a smile filled with trust the tension in her body relaxed some.
Her eyes lowered to his chest, but she was not able to see the scars from the bullets that he took to save her mother's life. She reminded herself that the man she was laying unclothed with had real life war wounds from saving her mother more than once and from saving her.
She focused on what she could see, which was the jagged scar caused from a fight to the death where he protected her mother while in a war zone. He was a defender. She thought about how many people in her life would willingly make the decision to step in front of a bullet knowing it could hit their heart thereby ending their life and do it to save her and her mother.
It was a very short list.
The idea of taking a bullet for someone and hearing people say they would…for most was just something to say. In her profession as an attorney, she had tried many cases where people stood by as loved ones were murdered or slaughtered.
Here. Now. She was with a man who could say it and mean it. He not only would mean it, but he had done it. He had intentionally allowed bullets to rip open his flesh and tear at his internal organs spilling his blood and almost his life to save her and one she loved.
Catherine took a deep breath and wondered if this was how ladies of old who lived in castles felt when knights defended their honor. It also made her think of any song ever written where a man said he would die for his love.
And, Vincent had come for her to rescue. He placed her safety and her life over his own. He found her to hold that much value that when the decision had to be made he wanted her safe and for her to live her life. Now, she wanted to live it and she wanted him to live that life with her.
The reality of it was so much more touching and meaningful than any romantic gesture she had received before. He had given so much for her and to her and asked for so little in return. He was not trying to manipulate her or own her. He simply wished her well and strove to make that a reality. And, she wanted him to be alright and wanted to work toward making sure that was his reality.
Letting him kiss her all over her body seemed like a small thing to ask for especially since it would potentially bring her so much pleasure. She wondered if she could force herself to let him and act like it was not big deal.
Catherine remembered how he changed forms so she could photograph him and how he opened up to her when she knew he did not truly want to do it. She felt that if he could expose himself then she could as well. She told herself to shut the hell up and to just enjoy what he had to offer.
She knew it was not just her body she was making the decision about. Up until this moment their interactions could have been just being caught up in a romantic interaction. But now, she knew it was not just some fantasy.
Catherine truly wanted to open her life up to him and live every day in the complexity that would be their lives together. She would be a famous attorney from a powerful family and her man would be a heavily sought after media magnet and medical curiosity.
The decision was made.
She tried to return the smile of trust that was beaming at her. The bond between them strengthened and they both felt it.
Catherine felt almost stupid now for stopping him and wondered what he would think if she simply said the word continue. Since she thought things over only a few moments passed, but she wondered what he was thinking. Because she couldn't think of anything else to say, and she didn't want to admit what she was thinking just yet…she whispered, "No biting. There anyway."
Vincent saw more was going on behind her eyes, and he knew he would ask later. He glanced over the front of her body then nodded once at her. He felt her body relax again, and her now half closed eyes watched him with fascination.
Catherine continued to watch as he traced his lips over the dip on her hip then the length of her thigh. The searing heat returned to her body and even the light mist could not cool her skin. Now that she decided to be his, she didn't want to hold anything back.
She could trust him. The thought struck her and her eyes stung for a moment as the emotion of the realization mingled with the tremors of arousal caused by his ever moving lips.
She felt his lips move on her skin as he spoke. "You ok?"
A song was playing in her mind and instead of telling him about the battle she had just undergone internally she spoke the words to him. If he had watched her as close as she thought, he would recognize it instantly. "There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back."
Vincent smiled and drew a circle with his finger around her navel. "Well, tell her that I miss our little talks. Soon it will be over and buried with our past."
"I like Little Talks." Catherine folded her arm under her head so that she could watch him. Strangely she felt relaxed and felt none of the unease from earlier. She even seemed to revel in her ability to not be put off by his position over her body as they indirectly spoke using a mutual reference.
"Me too. It can mean so many different things." Vincent's deep baritone voice rolled over her skin.
He knew now what she had been thinking about. After her mother had almost died and she had heard the police speculating about what the men were going to do to her, he knew that Catherine had never really let anyone in emotionally. From a distance, he had seen her push the guys she had been with to make sure their sexual activities were hurried and then she would kick them out of her apartment.
She couldn't even sleep with them in her apartment, and she never stayed the night at their house without taking a gun with her. She wouldn't sleep, but wait for the guy to sleep then stalk around their place and never let her gun be that far away from her. His mind flashed memories of her friend Tess who was a police officer as she taught the shorter woman how to use a variety of weapons.
He knew the song she was referencing and that it was that violent moment in her past that was holding her back. He knew he spoke part of the song that mentioned his own little talks with her that she never heard and that those negative things in Catherine's past would fade over time if she was with him and saw that she could trust him.
Catherine ran her fingers over his wrist and down his fingers that were pressed to her flat stomach. "I'm…complicated."
Vincent moved his hand to cover hers. "I don't mind complicated. It's not like my life is a simple one. We can be complicated together."
Catherine wasn't sure how to convey to him how much that meant to her and how confused relationships made her. She turned back to using the lyrics. "Some days I feel like I'm wrong when I'm right."
Vincent knew that the reality of the darkness of her past was still haunting her and that it was hard for her to talk about, so he let her lead and he replied in kind. "'Cause though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."
He gripped her hand tighter and she understood that the ship was them united together and if they worked together they would be brought to a safe haven…together.
She nodded yes and closed her eyes settling back. She focused on the feel of where his body was touching hers.
When his mouth finally lowered on her, she didn't expect the flood of sensations caused by his slow movements. She had no idea that each slight change in pressure and movement at that slow of a pace could cause her body to shiver as if she were out in the cold and not the heated Conservatory.
Catherine's eyes flashed open and she watched him slowly drawing circles as if he had an abundance of time, but obsessively wanted explore her and taste her. It felt almost perverse in a naughty way that she was watching what he was doing to her body and she drank in it.
She had wondered if his stubble would scratch her, but apparently he knew how to avoid that. She had thought that his movements would be brisk and overly forceful, but he would move faster for a few moments then retreat going slower again. It was a maddening build that was only heightened when he lightly sucked then penetrated with his tongue before using a finger that pressed downward toward the moss.
Catherine moaned and rocked her hips wishing he would move faster, but he only removed his finger and replaced it with two that pressed upward toward her navel. She tried to keep up with what he was doing, but her mind faded as his mouth and hands worked slowly over her.
It became a movement like the swirl, ebb and flow of the ocean as sensations and pleasurable torment rocked her body. She wanted it faster and harder, but nothing anyone had done to her before compared to his building wave that she knew would come crashing over eventually.
He changed tactics from fast flickering to long sliding motions. Her body danced under him as an array of sweet sounds escaped her parted lips. She now gripped her hair as there was nothing else to hold on to in order to keep her anchored to reality instead of drowning in the ocean.
"Faster." Catherine knew she was at the point where it didn't matter what he did as long as he kept moving that she would find release. Her body screamed at her to make him give her more.
Golden eyes flickered back up at her and Catherine knew he was fully Beasted out. She didn't care even when she saw that it was the smooth sides of his fangs that were holding her folds spread for his darting tongue.
"Mine." One solitary word that was more of a growl escaped Vincent's mouth stunning him that he was able to make any sound that even remotely sounded like a word.
"Yessss. I'mmm yours." Catherine's voice broke as her body moved of its own accord trying to get what she wanted. She had never experienced the mingling of the emotions of her heart with the sensation of pleasure from her body. It mixed together somehow. Mind. Body. Heart.
Vincent gripped her tighter feeling her strain against him as he forced himself to continue his slow pace with his vexing tongue. He wanted to give her what she asked for, but knew the end result would be stronger and last longer if he held back.
He listened to her heart racing, he glanced up at her flushed skin and he felt the pulsing against his tongue when the wave of her release finally crashed upon shore.
Her hands clenched in her hair tighter as she continued to thrash from the continual waves of pulsing pleasure that constricted and released all over her body. She felt extra wetness between her legs and could not even be concerned because her mind failed to function. She was thoroughly caught up in the tide of Vincent's creation and the safely of freedom in his harbor.
Vincent inched up her body watching her as she settled. He knew the satisfied expression that came over her face was only a calm before another storm. She gasped and clung to him when he flicked is tongue over a still pert nipple. She had never been that sensitive to touch before and loved it.
"Take me." Catherine ran her hands up the moist skin of Vincent's back. "Don't hold back."
Their lips met as a deep rumbling growl within Vincent's chest let her know he was finally going to comply with her request. She didn't care when she thought about where his mouth had just been as she tasted a sweetness she did not expect. His tongue moved as it had earlier and her body remembered the movements. She dug her nails into him demanding more before biting his lip.
Vincent's eyes glowed gold in the darkness that was now only lit by a blue lantern by the fountain behind them. They didn't even notice the moving lights in the fountain that caused flickers of light to bounce around the room and off the foliage.
Her body flooded with instant need as if she had not already found release only moments before. A hurried and almost electric shock ran over her system as he perched ready to slide inside her heat. His lips ran over her pulse on her neck as his fangs grazed lightly.
Catherine gasped loudly when his tongue flicked back and forth over her pulse while his fangs and teeth pressed down hard. He was sucking the skin and muscle of her neck in time with the movements of his tongue. Vincent flexed his body sliding into her center that clenched in heated welcome.
The storm broke causing a primal clash of gripping hands and thrusting bodies.
Their need for each other overtook them as they fought to devour one another as nothing was enough and each of them strove for more. They wound around one another as they united not just their bodies but their lives as they stopped being individuals and became one being.
One heard with one mind and desire…to fully give themselves to each other. And they took and instinctively knew what the other needed in return.
"Harder." Catherine gripped his hair pulling back and bit down on his neck in the same manner as he had before to her. She wanted to be pushed farther than what she needed. She wanted to be consumed by the tempest.
Vincent heard the hammering of her heart and knew that he didn't have to hold on much longer, so he could give her what she wanted this time.
Catherine felt his muscular arms wrap around her body like metal vices as he redoubled his efforts. She did not know or care if the growling and screaming she heard was her own or Vincent's voice when he plunged one more time causing delicious friction and pressure as she found release again.
She felt a sensation of falling before her body struck warm water, and they sank together into the depths. At first she thought it was in her mind, but then she was aware of the weightless feeling of truly being submerged in water. She controlled herself not to breath in the water and the lack of oxygen only heightened the experience of the waves of pleasure.
Seconds after submersion, Vincent found his own throbbing release and transformed from is Beast form back into his fully human form.
Catherine did not fight for the surface, but held onto Vincent knowing he would propel them up. She was not disappointed when a few moments later they broke the surface.
Catherine finally breathed in and wiped her eyes looking over at the moss that they had just been on moments ago. She continued to hold onto Vincent and shook from the burst of laughter and happiness that filled her very soul.
His deep rumbling laughter joined hers as he held onto the edge of the large fountain. "I've heard of falling for someone, but that's ridiculous."
Catherine listened to his voice and continued to laugh as she embraced the cheese factor. "What can I say? You get me really wet."
Catherine smiled as she felt her back pressed to the fountain wall.
Vincent grinned back with raised eyebrows. "Yes, I noticed."
Catherine splashed water up over his head. "Watch it."
"I'm trying too but the damn water is getting in the way."
In Catherine's mind, the song started playing again, but she did not say the words out loud: 'Don't listen to a word I say. Hey! The screams all sound the same'. She thought in an instant that their voices mingled…her screams of release and his growling shout of enjoyment. The song was no longer a sad thing to her. It was now a happiness that she did not mind as it kept playing in her mind.
"Guess we made it to shore…" Catherine laughed again as her arms slid around his neck bringing their lips closer together. "I had no idea the water was this deep. I don't even know if I knew it was here. I guess I just didn't expect this."
They blinked at each other and they knew the ambiguity of the words implied the depth of their feelings for each other and finding each other and not just the extensive fountain.
Vincent tightened his hold on her letting his lips graze against hers before he replied. "What was that Tom Hanks movie where he was trapped on that island?"
Catherine knew it was something she had watched a couple of months ago and was still sitting by the DVD player in her apartment. She wondered if Vincent saw it while looking in on her or watched her watching it. She knew she played one part of that movie over and over. "Cast Away."
"Who knows what the tide could bring?" Vincent whispered wondering if she was catching on to his meaning.
Catherine now knew that he had watched her watching that movie because that was the exact part that she had watched over and over. She remembered watching it wondering what the tide might bring her and if there was anything for her or if she would remain alone and misunderstood by everyone around her.
"Are you my Wilson?" Catherine smirked at him trying not to feel the seriousness of the moment and the meaning.
"No. You're my Wilson. You're the one I spoke to all those years knowing you were not going to speak back. I was so isolated and alone hiding from Muirfield. Even with JT around, it wasn't enough. There were things I couldn't tell him, so I told you as I watched you from the next building over. Is that creepy?"
Catherine burst out laughing even more than before until she noticed he was not joining in on the laugh. "No it's not creepy Vincent. I like that you watched over me keeping me safe."
"Talking to you even if you couldn't hear me kept me sane."
"So I am your Wilson." Catherine almost lost her hold on him and slipped splashing water on her face.
"I've got you." Vincent lifted her up. "Don't worry Wilson, I'll do all the paddling. You just hang on."
Catherine giggled as he moved them to an area that would be easier to climb out of. "Whatever you say Chuck."
"Whatever I say?" Vincent sounded playfully hopeful like she would do anything he thought up.
"Don't push it. Being a Sexy Beast only gets you so far." Catherine watched Vincent instantly transform into his Beast self and propel them out of the water.
They landed several feet away with him smelling the air like someone was around them. He clutched her and held her to the side like he was shielding her.
Catherine remembered the night watchman said he would come by to lock things up. "It's probably the night watchman."
Vincent's glowing eyes darted to her then back toward a hallway and he shook his head no once.
AN: I find the Beast fangs hot, so I had to include them in this chapter. It may not be canon, but ask me if I care. *points up to fic description where it says AU* heheheheeeeee I also wanted them to be under water, so I made the fountain a lot larger than it really is there. I can do that…it's my fiction. LOL! What did you think of the 10 page love/sex scene?