Vincent carried me over to the couch, my legs still wrapped around his waist. The bedroom would have been preferential, but at the rate we were going i'm surprised we even made it to the couch. I couldn't help but groan as my back hit the soft plush of the pillows, purely because it allowed Vincent to be closer. My hand trailed down his chest, memorizing every muscle. His lips were skimming over my breasts, making my heart hammer against my chest. When my fingers reached the top of his jeans, he froze. Moving his head so that his eyes were staring into mine. Although it was no longer his eyes, but the beasts. As he tried to move away I grabbed hold of his face, returning his gaze to me. We were both still breathing heavily but as we focused on each other our pulses began to calm, and his eyes returned to Vincent's.

I'm not sure who heard the sound first, but he moved off of me lightening fast as the sound of a key entering a lock registered in our ears.

"Oh hey sis." I managed, hoping to God that Heather didn't realize I wasn't wearing a shirt.

"You do realize that wearing clothing is mandatory in this apartment. What would have happened if I wasn't alone?" Heather said as she placed her handbag on one of the kitchen chairs.

"I spilt something on my shirt, and didn't know when you would be home...so.."

"Don't lie to me Cat." It surprised me a little at her bluntness. "He's here isn't he? Or he was." My life has been so wrapped up in all of these lies that its just become second nature. But I could see the hurt spread across Heathers face, it was chipping away at me slowly. If only I could tell her the truth, the whole truth. But I knew that she wouldn't understand, and there was the whole matter of that flashing sign of danger that seemed to appear whenever I almost spilled secrets.

"He was." Was all I said. Heather nodded, almost somewhat satisfied with my honesty as she grabbed her bag and walked into her bedroom. I found my shirt, placing it back on as I wondered over to her bedroom door. I knocked, to be polite, but she hadn't closed her door. Heather sat on the edge of her bed, taking of her shoes. "I wan't to be able to talk to you about this Heather..." I began.

"Talk about what Cat? How your able to play high school sweet hearts with your danger boy and I'm forced to remember the death of my boyfriend at every turn." I mentally slapped myself for forgetting. With everything that had been going on I had tried to remind myself to talk to Heather, but things got out of hand and well Vincent's hands found mine. I was beginning to be easily distracted. I sat down next to Heather, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I've been distracted.."

"Yeah, tall dark and handsome will do that to you." She began, wiping away a small tear. "I'm not even really sure why I'm so broken up over it..." Heather looked at me. "Its not like I knew him for very long...but now everything remind me of him. No." She shook her head "Everything reminds me of things he will never do." I understood her feelings completely. When death comes a knocking, mortality is always questioned.

...

"Is Heather alright?" Vincent asked as I closed my bedroom door. I had spent the last half hour holding Heather as she cried. We hadn't needed to talk, I think Heather just needed me to be there.

"She'll be fine." I said with a deep sigh.

"Catherine...listen" Some part of me knew that he was going to say something that I didn't like, and after today I knew I couldn't take anymore heartache.

"Can it wait?" I asked softly. "For tonight at least?" Vincent moved towards me taking a hold of my hand, he still wasn't wearing a shirt mind you. But I was too tired to retreat into the kitchen to gather it. Not like it was necessary now with heather on the know how. He lead me slowly over to my bed pulling back the covers. I climbed in, followed close by Vincent. My head rested gently on his arm, as his chin rested atop my hair.

"You know I've thought about this." Vincent mentioned, softly through the darkness.

"About smelling my hair?" I couldn't help but say, as I let out a small yawn.

"No." He said, pulling back as I opened my eyes. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. Lean chests will do that to you I guess. His hand was drawing circles on my back, comforting me.

"I've thought about this too. Its so.."

"Normal?" His fingers stopped moving on my back.

"There isn't anything wrong with having some levels of normalcy in our lives Vincent. Even if its just small moments. Those moments seem to keep me grounded when everything else seems so... abnormal." His fingers resumed drawing circles. "I wish we could have more moments like these."

Vincent's hand moved to rest just below my cheek. "Wishing is for people who don't act upon what they want. And I want you Catherine, whole heartedly."

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You know when you hear about those men that can just make a woman's panties drop by just staring at them. And we all know that its a ball of bull, because if there are men out there like that well we sure don't want them ladies...right? Well Vincent has got that down pat. And i'm not complaining.

I'm not really sure who jumped the other one first, but I found Vincent pant less resting in between my legs.

Hey readers! Yes I know I have been on hiatus for a while but no fear, I shall try to post more regularly. This chapter is a bit lovey dovey, so let me know what you think?