Disclaimer: I don't claim or own any characters from Beauty and the Beast that I mention. They are all owned by the CW.

(WARNING: Contains adult content, rated M for only Adult audiences, explicit language, and sexual content.)

Catherine arranged the fall decorations inside her apartment, having gotten them from Marshalls. She added a few pumpkins scented candles in the kitchen and living room. On the table were the cornucopia and the fall flower arrangements. There was a scent of turkey roasting, with onions, and sage engulfing her apartment. She pulled out one cookbook from the shelf, placed it on the table and flipped through the book before discovering the recipe for candied yams. She approached the kitchen where he was preparing the food and stopped to kiss him. Pondered. "So, who was supposed to be cooking this feast again? You?"

"Uh, no," Vincent answered with a smile, as he pulled Catherine toward him and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Us."

"I like the sound of that."

"Good." Vincent dipped his head towards her and kissed her lips before letting her go, so he could concentrate on finishing the turkey stuffing. He thought it could be fun helping her with dinner and spending some time together. "With everything going on with me, and you, I wanted to, um, make plans for Thanksgiving and not let you spend it alone, Catherine."

"Thank You," Catherine smiled and noticed some lumps forming from the homemade potatoes he was making. She speculated that he should have boiled and cooked until it was completely soft prior to draining. However, that was not true, and she teased him. "I thought you said you can make some good mashed potatoes."

'Mm-mm, but I could follow a recipe." Vincent smiled again, shaking his head, and embraced her by the hips. As long as he could follow the instructions on a piece of paper, he was good, remembering how he assisted his mother to make dinner a few times when he was younger.

"Hmm, right?" She remarked while entertaining the notion of her boyfriend standing there with just an apron on, with the words 'kiss the chef' across it. She stood beside him, reaching for the bowl to put the yams in, then while trying to reach for the can, standing on her toes, it slipped off the bottom shelf and bumped the side of the bowl. Causing the skillet mixture for the stuffing; including the chicken broth, and eggs spilled into the counter table. Catherine giggled. "I am such a klutz."

Vincent sighed heavily and rolled his eyes while taking a paper napkin and cleaning up what he could from the spill. He would have helped get the can of yams for her, but knowing how independent his girlfriend was with doing certain things, he decided against it. Instead, he pulled Catherine to his waist, tossing some of the stuffed turkey at her, flirting. "What's on your shirt?" before letting go of her.

"Hey, no fair." Catherine squealed while trying to block some more of the turkey stuffing heading her way. She decided two can play this game as she picked up a handful of mashed potatoes and threw it at him. Before he chased her around in the kitchen with the stuffing for a while. Both laughing and having a good time.

"Uh-uh, not so fast babe." Vincent grabbed one of her hands and swung her around like he did at the art gala. They attended a few months back, dancing with her. With his other arm around her waist, he dipped her and then brought Catherine back up to him to meet his lips. He kissed her thoroughly, hugging her closer, and the tingling sensation that his whole body felt. After everything that he went through earlier, he needed this and her. Apart from JT, he considered Catherine "family," what better way to spend time with someone he loved and he did more than anything. He broke the kiss, and Catherine noticed they had made a mess of her kitchen and themselves.

"I can't actually believe that we did this."

"Yeah, sorry," Vincent apologized as he saw they scattered some food throughout the kitchen, mashed potatoes on the cabinets, the stuffing with the gravy on the countertop and there was even some on the floor. He still held her close to him, noticing he had some of the gravy with the stuffing on his white tee-shirt and Catherine had a few brown stains on her ivory long sleeve blouse. They just started laughing while he picked off some of the stuffing out of her hair, removed the towel from his shoulder, and wiped the brown stain off her top. Before cleaning the gravy off the counter.

"No, that's ok." Catherine cleaned up the mess in the kitchen for a while. As she reached the broom in the storage closet and started sweeping part of the kitchen floor. She then bent over to pick up the dustpan.

"You know what? I think we should just stop cleaning." Vincent answered, admiring the sight of her luscious ass. He put the dish towel on the table, grabbing her waist again and drew her closer again to face him.

"I hate cleaning." Catherine felt his hot breath on her lips and his erection through the tight jeans he wore.

"Mmm, agreed." Vincent teased. He wanted to finish what they started before they got cut short by Catherine's biological father, who wanted to spend Thanksgiving together. With determination, Vincent picked her up, dragging his fingertips down on her back, and found her soft ass, squeezing her tightly and bringing her back to her room. She smiled and closed her legs around him. Then he greedily kissed her before placing her on the ground. Her hands roamed his short hair, deepening their kiss more. He couldn't help but feel swelling in his loins as Catherine started working on removing his white tee-shirt before he grabbed the back of his top, letting it fall to the floor too. Hearing her heart racing like it did and feeling her hands on him. Afterwards, he gradually worked on unbuttoning the front of her ivory lace blouse and pushing it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and leaving a small lace bra. He cupped her breasts, caressing them with his hands and the nipples got hard as he stroked them with his thumbs through the fabric. With a husky voice, he told her. "I still wanted to give you some new images to focus on, like me kissing you?"

"Yes," Catherine arched her back, moaning as her boobs spilled with excitement against his, after undoing her bra. He lashed the tip of her nipple with his tongue, taking it between his teeth and tugging gently, before suckling them into his mouth. Then he laid her back on the bed with his half-naked body hovering over her and with a look of desire in his eyes. She opened her mouth across his and let her soft tongue combine with his while they kissed passionately. Catherine then felt his lips leave her mouth as they trailed down to the slender column of her throat and traced the pulse with his tongue. She clenched Vincent's shoulders closer to her and let out a long sigh while he continued kissing the side of her neck, sending shivers throughout her body. Her fingers then started tracing the bulging muscles in his back, sliding her palms down towards his firm ass. "My heart is racing again."

"I know. Mine too." Vincent groaned, while resting his forehead against hers. His heart was beating like always for her from that first night they made love. He pressed his body against her more letting her feel his arousal. Right when Catherine was going to slip her hands under Vincent's black underwear he was wearing. He quickly removed himself and stood at the foot of the bed, and watched as her fingers skated across the aching bulge in his pants. And then started unbuttoning them, bringing the zipper down and exposing his hard length. She crawled closer to him on the bed, kissing him, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, touching the base, and then, with a steady action, started sliding it up and down in her small hand. The slow and steady motion made him moan through his lips as he became increasingly excited for her. Breaking the kiss, Vincent stripped off the rest of his clothes and left his cock thickened before returning to the bed. Catherine laid beneath him again and sighed while parting her thighs further to receive his thrusting heat. He wanted so badly to be inside her and make sweet fucking love to her, slowly penetrating her with his member.

"You like that, don't you, Catherine?" Vincent moaned, looking at her with hunger and watching her face, enjoying the pleasure that was given to her. He loved the feeling of her gorgeous, small body against him. The way the tips of her breasts would rub against his chest as he would move on top while making love.

"Yes, Vincent," Catherine groaned, intertwined her legs around his back, and began to follow the rhythm. She hugged his neck, pulling his body closer to her and licking his bare shoulder, tasting him. With a panting breath, she told him. "Don't stop, Faster"

"Oh God, Catherine," Vincent groaned and picked up his pace, pulsating inside of her. He savored her lips against his shoulder, her tongue skimming over his bare skin and feeling her soft lips on the strong column of his neck, and sending a warm sensation through his physique. He ground his body into hers, withdrawing slowly before thrusting inside her again. They kissed gradually as sweat glistened off their naked bodies, feeling the beating of her heart as it matched, pounding loudly against his chest. He could hear the blood humming in her veins as she was about to come, setting his body on fire again and his eyes glowed for a moment. Their eye contact was deep and long as they came climaxing together in minutes.

After they cleaned the dishes, Catherine was surprised at how good Vincent's turkey tasted with the mashed potatoes, stuffing, and a sweet corn to go with it. "Wow. That was amazing."

"Yeah." Vincent smiled at her as he rubbed his stomach after eating dinner. He knew what was true: that people feel hungry after having sex, but surprised her was to be stuffed. "Boy, I'm full."

"That makes sense because you are feeding multiple animals." Catherine joked as she saw his confusion. Then she gave him an innocent look, sipping on her wine and returning it to the countertop. "What?, Well, you are." she said, chuckling.

"True," Vincent agreed, drawing Catherine near him and leaning on her. Her unique sense of humor always fascinated him.

"I don't think I ever thanked you for saving my life so many times." Catherine kissed him. She thought back of how close to danger she had come. From the first time she saw him and almost dying in his arms that night after her adopted father's wedding.

"You're welcome." He responded, thinking if it weren't for her, he would have lost his humanity by now. She gave him a purpose of living again. That first time she came across him on one of her cases and then again after being mysteriously kidnapped. "I should be thanking you, for, uh, covering for me and finding me again. Loving me. Saving me." he returned the kiss.

"I'm just thankful you're okay, especially after that close call today." She shared, relieved when he was alive and breathing after the explosion that took place a few hours ago that almost ended her boyfriend's life. Considering that he couldn't heal himself anymore. She didn't understand what was so important at that spot that his handler had sent him there. There was just one old abandonment factor she remembered and the last mission was Vincent's, it turned out.

"So am I," Vincent remarked. He was lucky when he noticed the blinking red dot reflecting off of the broken windowpane. It had raised a red flag within him, so as a precaution, he bent down, grabbed the lead pipe off the ground, and threw it inside the building. The next thing he knew, there was an explosion that rocked the building and shattered the glass from a window. Knocking Vincent off his feet from the impact and the cell phone went flying; hitting a pillar. Vincent's heartbeat thrummed in his ears as he recovered from the explosion. The buzz of adrenaline coursed through his body as he realized now that the so-called 'handler' Was trying to kill him. "At least then these beast killings are over and done with. You know."

"Yeah, so much for trusting your handler." Catherine commented while touching his cheek with her hand. They just left JT with the recording of the mysterious handler a few hours ago. Hoping to see if he can try to undistort the digitization of whoever was behind it by tracing the call and running it through voice recognition software.

"Let's just focus on being thankful for what we have, okay?"

"I am focusing on all I have to be grateful for and that's you." Catherine wrapped her arm around his neck, feeling his weight pressed against her.

"Me, too." Vincent caressed her cheek with his thumb before embracing the nape of her neck, pulling her to him and kissed her softly on the lips.

The End

Author's note: I'm sorry if this is past the intentional holiday (Thanksgiving), my take of Catherine not taking Vincent with her to go to Bob Reynolds for the holidays. I wanted to do one for the holidays and it's the first time I ever did a one shot story/fiction and hope I did okay. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Don't worry guys, I am still working on my other stories, just a lot of stuff going on right now in RL.