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AN: This is it everyone... The last :-( I will return to Can't Fight This soon. I will also mull over some ideas for a sequel to this and see where they take me. I really want to thank all of you for taking this journey with me. I never expected such love for this story. I've appreciated all the reviews, and have always eagerly anticipated reading them!

Bonus Chapter: Interview

Catherine shadowed Vincent into her room when he stepped out of the bathroom door.

"Come on, you've been avoiding it for long enough." Her voice was stern, but her stalking eyes secretly indulged in the derriere in front of her, wrapped up like candy in a white towel. He sighed, walking ahead without looking back.

"You promised you'd be my first interview for the paper, like, a week ago," she continued.

He walked into the bedroom grabbed his shirt off the bed. "I know I did. It's just… I don't interview very well. You know I'm a man of few words. Our first didn't exactly go so well, remember?"

She pushed him down onto the bed, the towel still – to her dismay – securely wrapped around his stunning package.

"Oh, I remember the first time I saw you. Don't you worry about that," she bit her lip and sucked down on it. The image still made her tingle in all the wet places.

"That memorable, huh?" Vincent smiled, slightly parting his legs and pushing his hips forward in Catherine's direction.

She couldn't resist his body's call, and straddled his lap. "Put it this way, I had dreams about you in that orange jumpsuit."

Vincent raised his brow. "Is that right? And why am I only hearing about this now?"

"I couldn't possibly have revealed how early you'd had me wrapped around your finger, now could I?"

He held her waist and pulled her in closer, making sure she felt how hard he was for her. "Well since we're sharing our first impressions…" he nibbled her earlobe and she breathed heavy, her body already putty in his hands. He took her hand and put it over his erection still covered by the towel, squeezing slightly. "This is how hard I was for you that day."

She moaned and squeezed harder. He throbbed in her hand, anticipating what would follow.

"We're doing this. Now."

Vincent leaned in for a kiss, but Catherine pulled away and took the voice recorder out of her shorts pocket.

"That's not really what I had in mind," he grunted.

Catherine crossed her legs on the bed next to Vincent, paying no heed.

"No more stalling, Vincent."

She clicked record, avoiding eye contact at all costs. If she had any hope at getting the interview started, she couldn't look into those steamy hooded bedroom eyes. No eye contact.

"Ok. So you've gone through a lot this past year."

Vincent sighed, rolling his eyes and setting his mouth in a firm line.

"What's the one thing you held on to through all of it? The thing that kept you going."

"Mmm… That would have to be your sexy. Tight. Round. Ass."

She looked up to see him watching her chest rise and fall and licking his bottom lip. "You want to make me angry, don't you? Because I'm this close to–"

"I know, I'm sorry. But it's hard when you're not wearing a bra under that singlet, and I can see your tasty pink nipples perking up for me."

She looked down and covered her breasts with her hands. "Would you just behave for five minutes, please?" She tried to sound annoyed, she really did try. He clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Don't do that," he said, pulling her hands to the side. "Baby, I need to touch them, taste them." He leaned in and bit her nipple through her singlet.

"Vincent…" the feeling at her breast radiated between her legs, making her fidget.

"What? If you want me to stop, then tell me to stop." Her body fought her mouth, and won. She fisted his hair and pulled at it, bringing him deeper in. He pulled her singlet down, exposing her breasts and taking them into his warm hungry mouth, moaning as he bit down and flicked his tongue.

"Oh God, you're just… uh, your mouth is–"

He released her nipple and looked up at her, knowing what it always did to her when he looked at her like that, and went for the other breast.

"I hate you Vincent Keller," she moaned.

He yanked the towel off, hovering over her with one arm by her head.

"Catherine, there's an animal inside me. All the time. And it's awake whenever you're around. I can't switch it off. It's infatuated with you. I'm infatuated with you." Although every inch of him wanted to sink into her, taste her, smell the desire oozing from every one of her pores, Vincent was completely serious – almost soberingly so.

"Don't ever try to switch it off Vincent." She stared deep into his eyes, trying to convince him, reassure him, that she loved and wanted every one of his layers. She took his erection into her warm hand and pulled it closer to her. He hummed at her firm touch, electricity charging up each cell of his body.

"In fact…" Catherine changed the tone between them, "let him out to play." She tugged at him, making him move like her puppet on a string. His eyes lit brighter amber with each pull. She pressed her wetness against his shaft, rubbing against him, not breaking eye contact.

"You always keep him at bay Vincent. Please, let him out."

"Catherine" his voice deepened, he was under her spell. He wouldn't be able to abate the beast much longer.

"We've never… uh fuck," he cocked his head up, struggling to talk through the feeling. "I'm worried that–"

She shifted her weight to the right, and his back hit the mattress. She looked down at him, drinking in his carnal beauty. She watched the adrenaline screaming through his thickening veins and fiery eyes.

"Shhh," her index finger pressed into his soft parted lips. "That's a good boy… now fuck me."

Vincent looked more man than beast, but he was no longer in the driver's seat. He held her hips still and pushed himself up into her. She was his master, and he would obey. She gasped, unprepared for the extra inch and thickness that came with unleashing the beast, overwhelming her insides. He wanted to stop and make sure she was ok, but he'd lost control, he couldn't turn the dial down. He cupped her face and brought it down to his, kissing her, comforting her. She knew he was uncomfortable with it, unsure of how she felt.

"Vincent, it's ok. You feel… it feels incredible." She lowered herself onto his ample length again and again. The intense fullness was almost too much to bear, and she moaned harder and louder than she'd ever done before. His grip on her hips tightened. She welcomed the sting of his firm grip on her, the pleasure she felt between her legs would be too much to stay conscious to otherwise.

She moved faster, taking more and more of him into her until they were skin to skin. Vincent held her hips down on his and gritted his teeth. One more move and he was done for.

"Fuck. Stop," he growled.

"I can't" she closed her eyes moaning, desperately trying to move on him. She clenched herself around his erection, over and over. It was all she could do to relieve herself of the torture. "Stop," he slapped her bottom, forcing her to obey. He watched the desperation in her face and began swelling even bigger inside her. It was becoming too tough to keep the beast from completely taking over. He had to end it, for both their sakes.

He shifted one hand onto the top of her thigh and placed his thumb onto her sensitized nub, rocking her back and forth.

"Oh my God. Oh, my God, yes." She cried before completely losing it, soaking him as her orgasm intensified with each wave. He released into her, growling loud and deep.

Catherine collapsed onto Vincent's heaving chest, too spent to look up and see his struggle to return back to being completely man.

"You know, I thought 'Beasty Boy' would've been more…"

"Rough?"

She nodded.

"Are you crazy Catherine? Did you want me to actually kill you? If I'd gotten up off that bed–"

"Oh believe me, baby. I'm not complaining." Vincent grinned as Catherine's goofy chuckle filled his ears and pleased his heart.

"And Catherine?"

"Yes Vincent?"

"Beasty Boy, really?"

"You don't like it? Well, too bad. You're stuck with it until you give me that interview."

He flipped her onto her back and rested between her thighs, his eyes fixed on hers. She stroked his dimples, as his smile grew wide.

"Beasty Boy it is then," he teased.

She gasped in feign shock and punched his shoulder.

"Vincent!"

He chuckled, tickling the nape of Her neck with delicate kisses before settling down next to her. "Don't worry baby, you'll have your interview with the infamous Mr. Keller."

She pushed back the tears and swallowed them down, she knew how much he worried when he saw them fall, even the happy kind. "You've officially shared every part of you with me. And you know what scares me? I feel closer to you now, than I ever have before. I mean, how is that even possible?"

He looked up at the ceiling, cringing at the 'sharing every part' notion. "Yeah, maybe I shared a bit too much."

Catherine delivered another punch before pulling his gaze back to her, "were you even listening to me? I'm into, every part of you, Vincent."

He held back his own tears, which to his dismay, he'd been doing a lot lately.

"Damn I love you, girl."

"Forever?" she asked in almost a whisper.

"Forever." He said, with no hesitation.

AN: Not as 'adventurous' as some other steamy scenes I've written, but this one had a deeper purpose I think. I hope you still found it hot and satisfying! Till next time Beasties!

P.S. I have to say, I'm still on a high from all the S4 feels. Really loved the final season, sad to say goodbye though :-(