Beauty & the Beast doesn't belong to me, if does Max Brown would still be on the show. English is not my first language, so any typo or grammar mistakes (I don't use Google), please let me know.

The moment we choose to love we begin to move against domination, against oppression. The moment we choose to love we begin to move towards freedom, to act in ways that liberate ourselves and others. That action is the testimony of love as the practice of freedom. (By Bell Hooks)

They came back to the house, and once inside Vincent wrapped his arms around Catherine bringing her closer to him. They stared each other for a few seconds, been lost in each other's eyes. There were some many things Vincent wanted to say to her, but he couldn't find the words. The last time he celebrated a birthday was ten years ago and even then he couldn't call that celebrating. He was in Afghanistan and had a couple of beers with his war buddies. And that only happened because they insisted.

But this year…things were so much better. Since Catherine walked up those stairs, his life changed. She opened a door for possibilities. Of course, Muirfield was still out there, and every single day Vincent would be worrying about Catherine's safety, however, Vincent felt a strength he never thought he had. He had found someone that actually accepted him from who and what he was. She doesn't judge, she doesn't look at him differently. Well, that was totally not true. She does look at him differently. She looks at him in a way that no one ever looked at before. Not even Alex when there was no cross species DNA. Catherine looks at him with so much tenderness, trust, admiration and love that Vincent could get lost in those eyes. He never thought a human being could love someone as much as he loved the woman in front of him, and the odd part of all of it, was the fact that he could see and feel the same things and feelings coming from her as well.

Catherine stared at him; she could see he was back to the past. Her heart sank, for someone with such a great heart Vincent had passed for so many painful things. More than any person could handle. And after all of that he was an even more amazing man. He was an even more amazing human. Catherine couldn't help, sometimes she wonders if she had the power to go back in time and change Vincent's future, would she? Even knowing that Vincent wouldn't change his path if that meant he would be in her life? Her answer was clear, she would. Not that she would bring that up to him, but the truth was simple. If she had the power to prevent all the hell he is been through, she would do in a heartbeat. It wasn't like his life before was horrible. He had a family, friends… A fiancée.

She shook her head; it wasn't a moment for that. There was nothing she could do to change the past. But Catherine was determined to make a better future for her, Vincent and Jt. She still had no clue about how to take down Muirfield, but she wouldn't give up either. In the meantime, she wasn't going to let the man she so desperately loves spend another day feeling guilty and alone.

"Hey" she whispered passing her hands through his arms "You were so far away. What's on your mind?"

Vincent give her a sweet kiss "I was thinking about how you make my life so much better…about how much I love you" he took a deep breath "And how insane is you love me back."

Catherine shocked her head indignant "How this can be possible insane?"

He caressed her cheek "You know the answer."

"Actually I don't" she replied angry "You are saying that loving the man, who sacrifice his life in name of a greater purpose. The man that saved my mom and got hurt in the process, the same man that save me countless time" she took a deep breath and cupped his face with her hands "You are saying that the man that saved so many people, who was turned into a killing machine and yet do the right thing, is not worth of love?"

Vincent touched her forehead with his "I never thought I was" he murmured to her.

"Vincent" Catherine said his name with sadness and love "I know how guilty you fell about JT. I know sometimes he is a little harsh on his words and that just increased your guilty about him. But he loves you, you are his bother. His friendship has to make you understand how special you were and are."

"When all of this started we didn't know what we were getting ourselves into and I…" Vincent stopped when he saw Catherine denying with her head.

"I know it will sound strange, but in the other day when I met JT to talk about you birthday arrangements we had an interesting conversation. And you know what he told me? That somewhere deep down he knew his life was going to change, that his instincts was telling him that would be a life situation."

Vincent looked at her confused "So, why he…"

"I asked him and his answer was "He was and is my best friend. I know if it was me in his situation he would do the same thing or even more for me."

Vincent gave a half smile "I would"

"See?" Catherine said "You are worth it, Vincent. You deserve all the happiness in the world. Not only for who you were, but for who you are."

Vincent kissed her passionately and if wasn't for Catherine reluctantly stopping the kiss, they would be in the bedroom, in the next second.

"Wait" She said and they pulled apart "Your birthday is not over and I have another things for you."

"Oh come, on" he said planting kisses on her neck "You said for yourself it's my birthday. And what I want to do is… take you to the bed and…" Vincent murmured in her ear "make love to you."

That gave Catherine a shiver down her spine 'Focus, Chandler' she thought.

"I like the way this conversation is going but first, I have some little things, which I think you are going to love." She winked and came loose of his embrace. She walked up the stairs and turned her back, "Are you not coming?"

Vincent smiled that woman would be the death on him.

When he entered in the bedroom, there were candles in the room and Catherine was already lighting them. "Now, if you let me I will help you taking off all this clothes."

Vincent gave her a naughty smile and Catherine started to unbutton his shirt, when she finished she slowly caressed his chest taking it off. She planted a kiss on his neck and took off his belt and then unbuttoned his pants. She helped him get rid of them letting him only in his boxers. "Now go to bed and lie face down"

Vincent looked at her confused but did what he was told "What was in your mind, Miss Chandler?" he said already in bed and for answer he listened a calm and relax music coming from the stereo and Catherine's hands traveling through his back.

"I thought I could give you a little massage." She murmured in his ear.

Catherine started to work on his shoulder given relatively good amount of pressure there. Then she slowly came down a little working in the middle of his back. She knew she was doing something good when Vincent started to moans of satisfaction.

"This feels so good" he murmured with his eyes closed, he never before had received a massage and God how on Earth he lived without?

"The best part didn't even begun." She replied.

For the next minutes she worked in his shoulders, his back and his legs. She could swear Vincent was a little disappointed to be ending and then she smiled to herself 'not yet, honey'.

"Now, lie on your back." She asked and when Vincent did she sat on him, Vincent gasped in surprise and immediately put his hands on her hips.

"Time to work in your chest" she said caressing him up and down…with those movements, Catherine was driving Vincent crazy…the calm and relaxing song which was playing a few minutes ago had given place to a sexy jazz.

"Catherine" he murmured caressing the sides of her body. "I think massage's time is over"

Catherine smiled to him "I totally agree"

And with that Vincent flipped around changing their positions "You are too overdressed if you allow me to say." He said to her.

"So, what are you planning to do about it?" Catherine asked seductively.

Vincent grinned he was definitely going to do something about it.

"You destroyed my blouse." Catherine complained showing Vincent her shirt.

"You weren't worry about that, seconds ago." Vincent replied planting a kiss on her forehead "besides, you are to blame."

"How was that even possible?" She asked confused.

"You are to desirable for your own good." He responded laughing.

Catherine picked up a pillow and tossed it towards Vincent "Shut up!"

Vincent dodged the pillow and laughed "What? It's true!"

He came closer to her, smelling her sweet perfume. "You smell so good." He said to her.

Catherine laughed "You are not off the hook, Mister Keller. You still have to pay me for what you did to my shirt. I loved that shirt."

"So, what is my punishment?"

"It's up to me to know and you'll find out soon." Catherine winked "For now, I'm going downstairs to cook some dinner and you are not allowed to come downstairs until I say so. Got that?"

"What am I supposed to do in the mean time?" Vincent complained. It's not like he was going to say that to her, but, in two days they were going back for all the craziness of their lives and Vincent wanted to spend every single second as possible close to her."

Catherine smirked and bit her lower lip seductively "Take a nap, because the night is still young." She gave him a quick kiss on his lips and left the bedroom.

Vincent stood there for a few seconds, the power that woman had on him, he couldn't explain. He threw himself on the bed and with a few minutes he was asleep. The truth was Catherine had worn him out, not that he was complaining. This last week had been amazing in so many ways that let him speechless. Catherine was the best thing that had happened to him.

Vincent couldn't tell if passed hours or minutes, but soon he had heard Catherine's voice calling him to come down. He rubbed his eyes and smiled, quickly he got up and walked down the stair when she got in the kitchen his month dropped and a naughty smile appeared on his face. That dinner would be so great.

Once we recognize what it is we are feeling, once we recognize we can feel deeply, love deeply, can feel joy, then we will demand that all parts of our lives produce that kind of joy. (By Audre Lorde)

The massage thing it's truly not all mine. I read A little bit of normal by E.B. Cameron a month ago and I have this idea to make Vincent receiving a massage instead. Oh, and by the way if you haven't read her stories, you have too. THEY ARE GREAT! bonesbemmettlover has a great story too called The Same Last Name, it's really good, you should read too.

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Just more two chapters to go. God! I think I will end this story in the same week BATB and Supernatural will finished the season…

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