I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO THE CW NETWORK. THIS IS A WORK OF FANFICTION BY OMEGABEAST.
WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
"Turn down that gravel road and then take a right at the first opening," Catherine said, directing Vincent as he drove.
He looked at her, his brow raised. "You do realize that is a turnrow in a cotton field and not a road."
"I am fully aware of that fact," she responded, ignoring his skepticism.
"Why do I feel like I'm on the wrong side of a horror movie?" He asked, bringing the truck to a stop.
"Pull the reins on your horse, Cowboy. You may feel like you're in a scary movie, but believe me, fear will be the last thing on your mind when I'm finished," she said, jumping out of the truck, sporting a mischievous smile.
"I don't know if I should be relieved or intrigued," he said to himself, while debating if he should get out or put the pedal to the metal and never look back. Looking into the darkness, he decided on the former. Leaving the keys in the ignition, he exited the vehicle and headed toward the rear of the truck. Rounding the back of the vehicle, he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that met him. Catherine scantily clad in bra and panties. Moonbeams illuminated her body, showcasing her beauty, took his body from zero to sixty in 2.5 seconds. She looked at him with come-hither eyes, while slowly beckoning him with her index finger and running her teeth across her bottom lip. It was a warm night, but that was an understatement compared to the inferno igniting inside his body.
"Are you trying to kill me?" He asked, his voice low and gravelly.
"No, but I am on the brink of incinerating if you don't extinguish this fire." She said unabashedly as she slowly unhooked her bra, causing Vincent to suck in a breath. She licked her finger and began to play with her nipples. Her seductive gesture catapulted his body to levels unknown, traumatizing him to the point of sexual stasis. As if sensing his inner turmoil, Catherine called his name, spurring him into action. Proceeding with great agility, his feet carried him swiftly to the gorgeous nymph sprawled out before him. He extended his hand cautiously, almost afraid her touch would sear his skin. Grasping his hand she pulled him on top of her. Not missing a beat, she quickly relieved him of his shirt. Tossing it aside, she licked her lips. Her moist and juicy lips. Memories of their prior kisses intensified his emotions. Those lips needed to be claimed and in one motion he did just that. Their tongues touched and he knew the die had been cast. This woman took him places he hadn't been before. She made him feel things that were foreign to him. He sucked, nibbled, and teased every inch of her mouth fervently. The feel of her nipples rubbing against his bare skin, begging for attention, stoked his fire. Easing out of the kiss, he slowly moved from her lips down to her breast. Using the tip of his tongue, he ran circles around her nipple, triggering her back to arch, followed by moans of pleasure. It had been years, but he hadn't forgotten how to please a woman, but for a brief moment the fear of finishing early crossed his mind, but he quickly banished the thought.
"Please, I need you now Vincent," she muttered, barely able to speak.
"Not until I taste you," he said, parting her thighs. By then he was fully invested and didn't care if they were in a cotton field or not. He was on a pleasure mission and his mind was focused on gratifying the gorgeous woman before him. Grabbing her thighs, he lifted her to meet his anxious tongue. Greedy and eagerly, he expertly licked her to the brink of euphoria, while she fingered his hair. By the time he took her engorged bulb in his mouth, running his teeth over it, her body detonated, skyrocketing to the best orgasm of her life. Convulsions consumed her body as Vincent made quick work of his clothes. She vaguely heard paper rattling in the distance. Minutes later, he returned with a ferocious sexual appetite, seeking fulfillment. He leaned over her and whispered, "Are you sure about this?" She nodded, before grabbing his hard member and guiding it to her wet center. Positioning her hips, she allowed him to fill her to capacity. A visceral desire arose, seizing his body, demanding more. The walls he had so carefully constructed around his heart, came crumbling down as he took his first stroke. He moved with urgency, thrusting until she was cresting towards nirvana. Soon he felt his own body climbing toward the highest peak.
"Look at me, baby," he said, needing to see those green gems. Their eyes met as they soared through the orgasmic wormhole, toward the apex of ecstasy. Vincent smiled as he looked up at the starry sky. The moment was absolutely perfect. Suddenly the idyllic picture began to fade. He woke up with a start. Looking around the room, he was crushed to learn he had been dreaming. Best sex of his life and it was in a freaking dream. To make matters worse, his throbbing rock hard erection was inflicting as much pain on his body as his aching leg. Throwing back the covers, exposing his naked body, he jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. He needed release and fast. Afterwards he was heading to the Veterans hospital to get a shot for the pain currently gripping his leg.
CATHERINE
Blaring music reached Catherine's ears, jarring her awake. She grabbed a pillow and covered her head. Unfortunately by then, sleep was missing in action. She glanced over at the the clock. The red numbers displayed 7:30 a.m. Frustrated, she jumped out of the bed, and headed toward the kitchen. A strong cup of coffee was calling her name. With every step the loud music became suspiciously closer, causing Catherine to come to a sliding halt. It finally dawned on her who the culprit was. How could she have forgotten her mother was in her house? It wasn't a cup of coffee strong enough to get her through the train wreck awaiting her. Just great. Her mother couldn't have picked a more inopportune time to show up unannounced. Renovations were hectic enough and now she had to endure her mother's Texas-sized ego. If only she could go back to bed and pretend this was all a dream. She turned around and the bane of her existence stood right there facing her. Catherine took in her mom's appearance. Long black hair fell past her shoulders, and her face was covered in far too much make-up for a morning in the country. Who did she think would see her? Most of the neighbors were elderly and didn't care one way or the other. She adorned a pink robe trimmed with white fur and pink high heel slippers covered her feet. The only thing missing was a five star hotel or better yet, a mansion.
"Good morning, dear. I thought you were going to sleep all day. When will breakfast be ready? I'll take a sunny-side up egg and some turkey bacon," her mother said, oblivious to Catherine's distress. "Oh and some wheat toast."
Catherine rubbed her hand down her face, grabbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger. Silently she recited; Honor thy mother and father. Tamping down a smart reply she said, "Today's breakfast is cereal, but you're more than welcome to cook whatever you prefer."
The phone rang, putting a pause on the conversation. Catherine turned and headed toward the sound of the ringing. Locating the phone on the nightstand, she picked it up and was surprised to see Vincent's name. A smile crossed her face. His first call to her since they'd exchanged numbers. She quickly hit the answer button.
"Hello."
Vincent's deep voice infiltrated her ear. "Good morning, Catherine.
"Good morning, Vincent. How are you?" She asked, trying not to sound too giddy.
"Not good. My leg is bothering me today, so I'm going to run to the Veterans Hospital to see if I can get a shot for the pain. I can't promise you I'll be back in time to help with the renovations, because nothing is ever done expediently at the V.A. hospital."
"Hey, how about some company? Please take pity on me and say yes. You saw what I have to deal with," Catherine pleaded.
Vincent thought of his erotic dream, starring Catherine. This was a bad idea, but he found he couldn't say no."
"Sure. How soon can you be ready?"
"Give me fifteen minutes," she said, enthusiastically.
"Great. See you then."
"Honey are leaving? Surely you wouldn't leave your mother alone in this dump. It was enough you made me sleep on the sofa. Can't you do something to clean it up?"
Catherine counted to ten, hoping to quell the anger rising rapidly within her. "Mother," she paused, noting how weird that name sounded to her own ears. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I am in the middle of renovations. You are more than welcome to rent a room at the B & B at the corner, since my dump doesn't pass muster. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to go."
Catherine walked away wondering when her mother's little pit stop would end. Hopefully it would be sooner rather than later.
VETERAN'S HOSPITAL
Vincent sat in a chair next to Catherine at the hospital waiting for his name to be called. He looked around at the crowded room of veterans. Every face represented a different story, with the same results. Injured and in need of care. He gave Catherine a furtive glance as she flipped through a magazine. Her soft, silky skin captivated his attention, and soon fragments of his dream invaded his mind and he knew he was in trouble. The tightening of his jeans compounded that fact. Without warning, she looked up, paralyzing him in place.
"You like what you see?" She asked, a teasing smile on her face.
Although she was smiling, she had no idea the level of restraint he was employing to keep from throwing her on the floor and making mad passionate love to her.
Somewhere along the way, he had fallen for her. Wait what! No! That can't be true. Sobering up rapidly, he jumped up.
"I need to run to the men's room. Knock on the door if they call my name before I get back."
He walked off chiding himself for agreeing to let Catherine tag along. It was a lesson learned much too late. He entered the bathroom and leaned on the counter. His little revelation was traumatizing in the sense that he had never been in love before. Way to go Vincent, he thought. He didn't know if she felt the same way and most importantly they were only friends. He pondered his predicament and all roads led to heartbreak. As a matter of fact, he might as well download the song, Hearbreak Hotel. It would be the theme of his life in the following months anyway. The door opened, interrupting his introspection. An older man with white hair, dressed in overalls hobbled in. Vincent thought of himself walking in the same manner if he was blessed to reach the same age.
"Soldier, you look like death warmed over. What's ailing you? The war or troubles on the home front?" The older man asked, looking at Vincent.
Vincent was offended at first, but he soon realized he needed to stop wearing his feelings on his sleeve. Civilian life was definitely changing him."
He smiled at the older gentleman. "It's more of the latter. I survived a bombing in Iraq, only to come home and lose my heart to a woman who sees me only as a friend."
"Well, Sonny Boy, it happens to the best of us. But if you're referring to the beautiful young lady out there, then your concerns are misplaced. She hasn't stopped looking at this door since you came through it. I suggest you pull yourself up by the bootstraps and get back out there. Quit acting like a whippersnapper and woo the woman. Just like she caught your attention, you can best believe she attracted the attention of other men. You have the upper hand, being that you also have her attention. Love can be scary, but it can also be fulfilling. It's going to be cold in a few months. A warm, soft woman sure beats a cold bed and your hand, if you get my drift," he said, raising his brow. "Now my bladder has my attention, so I bid you farewell and wish you good luck."
The older man shuffled off, leaving Vincent startled. He let out a chuckle and headed toward the door. He entered the waiting area and found Catherine in the same spot. As if sensing his arrival, she looked up at him.
"I thought I was going to have to come in after you. You know I'm not above it. It would have been the highlight of my day," Catherine said, totally serious.
"Looks like I came out in time then. We can't have you giving these poor old battered and bruised soldiers a heart attack," Vincent said laughing. He didn't want Catherine seeing no other man exposed in the bathroom, whether young or old.
"Vincent Keller," a nurse called from the door of the walk-in clinic.
He jumped up. "About time. I'll be back soon, I hope. Try to behave yourself," he said, winking at Catherine.
Twenty minutes later, Vincent emerged, looking much better.
"Are you ready to go home?" He asked. He didn't know if she was, but he sure was.
"I'm ready to leave here, but I'm not quite ready to go home." A look of sadness flit across her face. Vincent saw it and knew he had to do something. He knew her mom's unexpected visit was stressing her and more than anything he hated to see her down.
"You don't have to go home. I'll throw some steaks on the grill and we can relax on the deck. Sounds like a plan?"
"A man after my own heart. I say let's get going. I can taste the steak right now," Catherine said licking her lips.
Any replies Vincent had was lost at the sheer sight of her tongue jutting out. He wasn't normally a glutton for pain, but obviously around Catherine he was. Walking around practically all day with a semi hard-on was definitely painful. They headed toward the parking lot, glad to be leaving the hospital. Vincent knew without a doubt, tonight would end the same way his morning had began, finding release in the shower.
VINCENT'S HOUSE
Catherine nursed a bottle of water, while Vincent manned the grill. The sun neared the horizon, providing a pale orange backdrop. She looked at Vincent, admiring the way his jeans hugged his butt. Her imagination begin to run wild. She wondered how it would feel to grab his butt during sex. Sipping her beer, she desperately tried to quench an unquenchable thirst. Without a doubt, she wanted Vincent. The memory of his touch heightened her arousal. She knew she was falling for him and she couldn't do one single thing to stop it.
"You like what you see?"
She looked up from fantasizing, to find Vincent looking over his shoulder at her. Her cheeks flamed red. She was beyond embarrassed to be caught staring at his butt, of all things. Thinking quick on her feet and trying to save face, she asked, "what if I do?"
Without hesitation, in a move too fast to register, Catherine was lifted up and kissed so thoroughly, she didn't know if she was going or coming. The proof of his arousal rubbed against her thigh, exciting her even more. Finally he released her lips and she slowly opened her eyes. After the haze of the kiss cleared, she looked up at Vincent. She startled briefly, before taking a couple of steps back.
"What's wrong Catherine?" Vincent asked, looking at her frightened eyes.
"Your eyes are glowing! Why are your eyes glowing?"
THE STRUGGLE WAS VERY REAL WITH THIS CHAPTER. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR. THANKS FOR THE WONDERFUL REVIEWS AND I HOPE YOU WILL KEEP THEM COMING. THANKS FOR READING.