A/N: Mature content. The story will continue in the Rated M category.

The window was now more than halfway close and a cool summer breeze entered the room causing both to shiver. The two candlelight on her bedside drawer flickered and the flames burned brighter as the wind quickly passed.

Vincent sat on the window sill with his back facing the world as he contemplated her words. Silence, a comfortable one as he held her in his arms. She looked at him with curiosity as if she it was the first time seeing him. Her hand instinctively went to his scar and traced his wound. Her action sent a shiver down his spine. He moved his hands to the small of her back and twined his fingers, trapping her in his embrace.

"Vincent, I love you."

She loved him, and it took all he had not to yell at the top of his lungs. His heart raced faster and he smiled at the way she made his heart flutter.

Catherine combed his hair with her fingers, her fingernails lightly scratching his scalp, and causing him to shiver. "Vincent, are you going to talk to me? You haven't spoken a word since we came in."

Vincent continued to look at her with the foolish smile on his face that he couldn't help. The last time he smiled was in the very same room five nights ago. "Yeah?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" His mind was blank except for the three words he thought he'd never hear.

"How you really felt about my engagement. We're going to have to talk about this. You were gone for five months and we can't pretend everything is okay just because you're back. Obviously there's some things that are bothering you."

He immediately let her go and placed his hands in his jacket pockets, the camouflage darker than usual in the pitch black night. Vincent wasn't the best with words and opening up.

"I'm not mad at you but you have to talk to me Vincent."

Vincent removed his sweaty hands from his pockets and nervously rubbed it on his jeans. "Why can't we just leave it alone? It's in the past, right?" It was the last thing he wanted to think or talk about. He had done enough self deprecating while he was away and he didn't want to be reminded of the stupid shit he had done.

"It obviously upsets you. We need to talk."

"What do you want from me, Catherine?" He turned away from her and stared at the two candles with their flames dancing on the wall as it lit the corner of the room.

"Vincent, look at me," she placed her hands on his cheek, forcing him to turn back to her. "Just be honest with me."

He sighed and stood up. He was desperate earlier and the thought of them not being together made him be honest with his feelings but now he no longer wanted to think about her and another man. She placed her hands on his chest and gently nudged him to sit back down. Vincent didn't resist but sighed and sat back down.

He closed his eyes and tightly clenched his fists. "I hate the fact that you were engaged to someone else and that you found someone who you wanted to spend your life with. It was all I could think about and writing that letter was one of the hardest thing I had to do. I didn't want to let you go but you're not mine to keep."

"Listen to me, Vincent," she placed a palm to his scarred cheek and he hesitantly looked up at her. Catherine gently stroked his cheek, rubbing it with the pad of her thumb. "What he did to me was very painful and I would never ever get back with him. What we had is completely over. The only thing between us now is pain. I don't talk to him unless I have to and it's all about the case I'm working on. He's my past, you're my present and hopefully part of my future."

Vincent sighed at her words. "I don't know how to do this, Catherine. I don't know how to be your boyfriend."

"You were doing just fine before you left. Maybe we just need to take things slow again. We were apart a few months."

He thought back to the time they were apart, the foolish thing he had done and the consequences of his action. Everyday he was haunted by his nightmare come true. "I fucked up," he confessed. "I'm sorry."

She placed both hands on his clenched fists and gently caresses it. "We had an argument. It happens occasionally but instead of assuming and accusing each other we need to be more honest about what we're feeling instead of holding it in."

Vincent opened his hand and turned it so their palms touched. "If that's all I think I can do that," he sighed in relief and a small smile formed on his lips. He entwined their fingers together and pulled her closer.

"Stop giving me flowers every time you do something wrong. It'll start to lose its meaning and it'll just remind of all the bad things we went through."

"Is that why you threw away the flowers I gave you?"

"I got angry the moment I saw them. And how did you know about the flowers?"

"I came back later that night and I saw through the window that they were in the garbage him. I figured that was your way of saying it was over and that you didn't want to be with me anymore."

Catherine shook her head. "Good thing I have a very rational sister who has taken quite a liking to you. She talked me into keeping it. And another thing, don't assume anything. Ask me."

"I can do that. So you're not mad at me anymore?"

"No. I understand now why you went off all of a sudden. We didn't have much time together when you came back. I hope next time that you would talk to me instead."

"I will next time, I promise. I want to be the guy that deserves you Catherine. I don't want to screw this up again.

"You are that guy, Vincent, and I don't want anyone else. I didn't wait all these months just to lose you."

BATB

Vincent let go off her hand and stared into her eyes, beckoning her to its depths. He stood up from the window sill and pulled her close. Their bodies touched and their hearts raced, pounding faster and faster. He gently grabbed her right hand and placed it over his racing heart. She felt his heartbeat increasing underneath her palm and rising along with hers.

Her eyes followed his hands as he cradled her face. Softly, his thumbs caressed her cheeks then traced her jaw line until his fingers were buried in her hair. She tilted her head back as he leaned down to kiss her. She moved her hand higher, her nails softly raking the back of his neck causing him to moan.

His kiss was unhurried as his lips gently met hers. She kissed him back, just as slow and soft but filled with so much more hope and passion than before. She parted her lips and lets his tongue slide in between. Their tongues meet, tenderly engaging in a dance as lovers do on their wedding day. He missed the way she kissed him, how her lips felt on his, and how her tongue never failed to make him swoon.

He removed his jacket without pulling away from her and let it fall down on the floor. It was unusual for a military guy who always took care of his clothing but that was the last thing on his mind.

Their lips part from one another as breathing became essential. "I love you, Catherine," the words came out naturally. It was a feeling he never felt before with anyone else.

"I love you too, Vincent," she replied without hesitation. It was an answer that she was ready to fully let him in.

Vincent without a second to waste, bent down, placed his hands behind her thighs, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him on the lips. He breathed heavily as he kissed her back and walked towards her bed. Their tongues clashed and tasted, passion mixing with lust, quickly as waves onto a shore and back out to the ocean.

"Bed," Catherine moaned as his lips made its way down to her neck and gently sucked and nipped on her soft skin.

He carefully laid her down on the bed. His eyes burned with desire as her lips tortured him with featherlight kisses on his neck then tugging at his earlobe with her teeth. "Fuck...Catherine," He groaned.

"Stating the obvious?" she panted in his ear.

Vincent rocked his hips towards her as he felt her lips below his ears. He hated that she knew that about him and how predictable he was once she got him started. It was something she did often.

He kicked off his shoes and quickly flicked off his socks with his toes. Gentle had runaway as he covered her lips with his. Lust was an understatement as he started to thrust his hips, while his hands quickly worked on the buttons of her pajama top. Some came off, which he was not sorry about since he had waited too damn long for this moment. Ignoring the fact that a few buttons were untouched, he pulled the top open and more buttons came flying off.

"Dammit Vincent."

"I'll buy you another one," he said in a rush before kissing her lips and she quickly gave in as she moved her hips with his.

Vincent reached between their bodies to undo the button and zipper of his jeans to give his restrained bulge some relief. Catherine moaned as she felt his knuckles graze her and he smiled against her lips.

"How long?" He suddenly asked as he slowly lets her feel the hardened bulge that he couldn't hide.

"Who...what?" She moaned as he rocked his hips again. And again she felt the bulge between her legs. She couldn't take much more, let alone think clearly.

"Your last time?" He asked in between kisses.

"Don't know," she panted. "Two years. More."

"Do you trust me?"

"I'm close," she replied instead of answering his question.

He stopped completely and held her hips down with both hands. She pouted in annoyance.

"Yes or no?" He asked in a more serious tone as he looked deep in her lustful eyes.

"Yes, dammit. Yes, I trust you."

Vincent kissed her on the lips as he lowered his hands, her pajama bottom, and panty in one sweep. He stopped mid thigh and plunged a finger in her before she could think about what he was doing. She gasped at the new feeling as it had been a while. Both of her eyes and mouth opened wide as he stuck his tongue in her mouth and added another finger inside of her.

"Vincent," she moaned as a third was added.

"Trust me," he whispered.

He slowly thrust his finger in and out of her and she held on to him as a new feeling made her weak and happy. She knew that she was very close and on a verge of an orgasm. It had been way too damn long. She finally understood what he meant and she kissed him on the lips, this time softly

"Are you okay?" His voice was low while gentle fingers continued a steady pace and he used his thumb to tease her nub.

Catherine nodded and started to move her hips with his hand. "I'm close."

Vincent kissed her lips and let it linger as their pace picked up. His hand moved faster as his thumb continued to circle her nub. She moaned against his lips as he kissed her. She grabbed his shirt and squeezed it as she felt herself go over the edge and in a state of bliss.

"I love you," she panted before kissing his lips. There were no words to describe how she felt as she stared into his eyes. The fear she felt long ago that constantly held her back in their relationship was now gone.

BATB

Vincent slid her clothing off her legs as he knelt on the bed, leaving her half naked. She sat up while he removed his shirt and tossed it away carelessly. She reached for his jeans and tugged on it.

"Not yet," he said in a coarse voice as he placed his hand over hers. He could wait a little longer.

Vincent took his time as he removed her matching pajama top, though he broke off most of the buttons. He would make that up to her later and buy her as many as she wants. She held her breath when she felt his fingers fumbling around with the clasp of her bra. Despite his nervousness he managed to get it done and he slowly slid off the material.

The two candles on the bedside drawer gave him enough light to see her. "You're beautiful, Catherine," he softly kissed her lips and gently laid her back down on the bed.

He hesitantly pulled away from their kiss and lowered his lips. He placed kisses on her neck, her collar bone and her shoulder. He showered her body with more kisses and down to the valley of her breast. He took his time with each breast and tasted each hardened peaks while teasing the other with his fingers causing her to moan out loud.

"VINCENT," she moaned as she grabbed hold of his hair as he continued to venture her naked body.

He trailed wet kisses down her stomach, his tongue peeking through between his lips as he planted kisses and smiled against her skin when she arched her back in response to his action. He took more time with her legs, switching between each one with kisses or his hand caressing her smooth skin, going down then back up and down again as he couldn't get enough of her.

He slid off the foot of the bed and she stares at him with want and need. He quickly undressed in front of her without any hesitation as his sense of urgency picks up. His jeans and boxer came down in one motion revealing his hardened length that left her in awe.

The candles burned in his eyes as he walked to the bedside drawer. He grabbed the handle and pulled opened drawer. He picked up the envelope with his name, which he clearly missed the last time he looked in there.

"You can read it later," she said as she stared at his perfectly sculptured body that was well shown in the light of the candles.

Vincent nodded his head and placed the letter beside the candles. Reading it was the last thing on his mind. He grabbed the box of condoms and tore the box open in his rush. He took one condom, easily ripped the wrapper which he discarded to the floor, and rolled the condom on.

It was the moment they both longed and waited for. He knelt on the bed, between her legs and brushed his engorged tip along her opening before shifting position, lying on top of her with his arms on each side of her body for support and careful not to pin her.

Catherine reached between their bodies and guided him in. She moaned during his initial penetration and though it felt good it felt a bit painful. He was much larger than what she was use to and it had been too long since her last time.

Vincent kissed her as he slowly entered her. She splayed her hands on his back as he filled her inch by slow inch. His muscles tightened beneath her touch as he drowned himself deep within her. She opened her mouth and moaned in the kiss as he filled her to the hilt, finally completing their union.

"So big," she managed to say. "Go slow."

Vincent nodded and couldn't help but smile. His hips rose as he pulled out slightly, leaving the tip in, and he slowly brought it back down as he filled her once again. He continued with a slow rhythm as his hips move up and down.

She bit her bottom lip at the feel of his whole length inside of her. He was much bigger than his fingers and it had been too long since her last time that it felt like she was already about to have another orgasm. He slowly thrust, gently letting their bodies meet, their hearts crashing in a rhythmic beat as his lips covered hers.

"Vincent, I'm close," she moaned and curled her fingers on his shoulders.

He reached down between them, found her nub and gently stroked it as he continued to thrust and fill her. "I want to feel you come."

Their tongues collide as their bodies do the same, their hips a magnet that only attracted each other. She met his rhythm as he began to pick up his pace. Their heartbeats raced as their breathing start to get louder. I love you, his heart spoke volumes as he looked into her eyes. His pace quickened and she arched her back to deepen the already heightened sensation. She was close but she wanted more of him.

"Almost," she panted.

Vincent lifted her hips off the bed, thrusting faster and harder as his thumb worked on her sensitive nub until she finally gave in. He inhaled her words as she moaned into their kiss. It was intoxicating that he couldn't get enough of her as her body reached a summit of complete rapture. Every tip of her body tingled and her head exploded with colors she couldn't describe. His movements slowed as her body tightened around his length and captivating him all over again as he looked deep into her eyes.

"I'm in love with you, Vincent," she said as she came back down.

"Wrong timing," he replied as his he started to move faster.

His own climax was nearing and he needed to satisfy his need after making sure hers were fulfilled. Just when she thought she was back to her senses he reached a new pace. He filled her until he couldn't and slammed into her over and over until they both reached the peak of their orgasm. He captured her lips before coming undone.

His body tensed when he reached his own paradise of bliss, the feeling intensifying as her walls clamped around him again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her nails scratched him as she came with him. Her body continued to tighten around his length as he filled the condom. Both were in utter bliss as they remained entangled in each other but like waves crashing to shore, their bodies gradually pulled away as his length gradually returned to its softened form.

When their eyes meet and their hearts collide, "I'm in love with you, too," he finally confessed.

BATB

Her head laid comfortably on his chest. It rose and fell with his steady breathing that was in sync with his heartbeat as she listened. The sound of his voice was soothing as he read the letter she gave him out loud.

"Dear Vincent,

You make me happy and that's more than I can ask for. Thank you for being the person that I need the most, the one that I can count and consistently lean on. I'm sorry for constantly pushing you away and for always making you wait when all you've done is be patient with me.

If I can do one thing all over, I would change our last night together. Knowing that you were leaving, I was too afraid to let you in completely. The only thing I'm scared of now is that I never took the chance, that I waited too long and now it's too late. I hope someday that I'll get the chance to tell you how I truly feel.

I love you, Vincent Keller. I knew before you left but I was too afraid to admit it to myself, let alone, tell you. I wish now that I had the guts to tell you instead of writing it in a letter, not knowing when or if you'll even return. My biggest fear is that one day I'll get a phone call from your family saying that you were killed while away.

Everyday I wait, hoping that the person on the other side of the door is you. I miss everything about you, your quirks, your flaws, your stubbornness but most of all, your kind heart that never gave up on me and us. Wherever this road may lead us, always know that I'll be there with you and I'm glad you decided this was worth the risk.

Yours truly,
Catherine"

The end.

A/N: Part II will be coming shortly.