WITH LOVE ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE

By Irene Felton

Part 3

Vincent's heart was beating hard against his ribcage as he dropped the few feet to the solid surface of the alley alongside Catherine's apartment building. Resting heavily against the brick wall, he took in large gulps of the cold, damp, night air. His hood had fallen back off his head, his hair plastered to his head. The rain was relentless with its onslaught. Vincent pounded down the alley; his feet spraying water in every direction as he ran hard and fast; heedless of the direction he was taking. He turned left without realizing it and found himself in a blind alley. Vincent stopped, panting hard, disorientated, struggling to get his bearings; Catherine's emotions bombarding him. He tried to cut them off, but it was useless.

Vincent leaned heavily against the alley wall, desperate to regain the fine balance of his control. He was wet through and shaking, but not with the cold. The bile rose up in his throat with the self loathing he felt and he had to swallow hard. His head fell back to roar out his frustrations and misery. How could he have used Catherine in such a way and then just run away? He had not even stayed to see if she was hurt in any way. Catherine had said she was unharmed, but she would say anything to protect him, wouldn't she? How could he have lost control like that? Allowed his dark side to surface and debase Catherine in such a way "Catherine please forgive me... I'm so sorry." His words were carried away on the rained filled air. He slid down the wail into a sitting position, not caring that the puddle next to him soaked through his clothes. He had lost everything; his whole life. Without Catherine he was nothing. He was lost in utter misery at the loss of the woman that meant more to him than life itself.

His head fell forward as he dragged his knees up and rested his head against his drawn up knees. His whole body shook with ragged sobs, at the irrevocable damage done to his precious relationship with Catherine. How was he to bear this unburdenable loss? He was unable to shut out Catherine's emotions, her pain and anguish echoing in his heart. The heartache was unbearable to him. His hands bailed into fists and his claws bit into the calloused palms, pressed hard against his temples. He threw back his head and roared out his pain, trying to dispel the images creeping into his mind Devin's face swam before him, contorted in pain, his face bleeding from three deep lacerations to his cheek. Vincent shook his head. The image changed to Lisa smiling, dancing towards him; his hands reaching for her, embracing her. Her eyes filled with fear as she pulled away, crying out in pain as his claws shredded her dress to penetrate the delicate flesh of her shoulder, drawing blood. He pleaded "please no more... no more." He cringed from the visions before him. Vincent saw himself, fangs bared, saliva dripping from his teeth, snarling and growling, his roars reverberating off the stark tunnel walls. His arm came down with considerable force and he heard the snap of bone breaking as he stared down into Father's horrified face as he lay in a crumpled heap at his feet.

He took a deep breath he felt his heart constrict. How could Catherine believe he was a man, could ever become one? A man could not rend flesh from bone with claws. Not even animals would hurt the ones they loved in that way. His eyes closed tightly, his breathing harsh. His heart beat wildly in his chest. His clothes were saturated, his hair plastered tightly to his head, cloak hung heavily around him, matching the weight in his heart and soul.

The visions continued. Catherine's beautiful face was before him, now; determination and sorrow reflected in her emerald green eyes. She walked towards him unafraid, as his snarls and growls grew louder at her approach. His face contorted with rage and his lips curled back in a savage snarl. His large canines snapped as saliva and foamy spittle oozed from the corners of his mouth, failing onto his tunic as the demons of Paracelsus's drugs turned him into the raging beast before her. Undaunted by his ferocious image, Catherine wrapped her arms about his waist and pressed her head tightly to his heart, whispering sweet words of love to calm the savage beast that raged within. Her deep love for him and his for her, stetted and surrounded his heart to rise victorious against his demons, within the light of Catherine's love. Afterwards deeply remorseful and filled with shame, he had told her how mortified he was that she had seen him that way but how glad he was that she had been there for him. He remembered with absolute clarity the force of Catherine's love. It was this that enabled him to find his way back from his tortured mind. The visions continued, giving him no respite from the emotions invading his heart. Catherine's image filled his mind. Her usual green eyes were darkened with passion, her face full of love as her hands reached for him, holding him dose, mounding her soft pliant body to his. Her hands roamed his chest and down to touch him in places he had never been touched before. Her legs wrapped around his hips, begging him to love her. His hands touched her, loving her. Her lips were soft and wet, their bodies moving in unison. The indescribable joy of their shared release and the memory was so clear, he could almost taste her, smell her, the warmth of her body pressed tightly to his.

For a few moments Vincent allowed the warmth of the memory and her love for him to soothe his battered soul, basking in the afterglow of the fulfilment found in sharing themselves that way. The vision began to fade and he struggled to retain the image, the feeling of completeness of being in Catherine's arms, but Catherine's cries of despair rang through his head. Tears streamed down her face as she begged him to stay. He saw her standing on the balcony, the wind and rain lashing against her slight frame. She held the remnants of her blouse together, made transparent by the rain, and he was telling her that they could never see each other again and that the dream must end, as he wrenched away from her. Then she crumpled to the floor in total despair.

Vincent jumped to his feet. He had never known physical love, until now. He had always fantasised that making love to Catherine would be a slow sensual discovery, not the overpowering need that had stolen his senses; taking away all control, all need for caution. He had always feared the latter would be the case. That he would lose all sense of himself; that the beast would surface and take control, losing all sense of Catherine's well-being. What would start out as a beautiful dream, would end in utter carnage, leaving Catherine broken in body as well as spirit. What had transpired this night had left him completely confused, with a sense of shame mixed with elation. Although he had lost control, he had not hurt Catherine, she was not repulsed by his body, or his lust. In fact she had encouraged his advances. He could not forget the pleasure of their shared release, as it played over and over again in his mind.

Vincent began to pace, his heavy wet cloak slapping the legs of his wet denim jeans. The rain and the cold went unnoticed as he tried to make sense of the emotions and thoughts whirling through his mind. But even with his own befuddled brain; he realized that what had happened had not been the disaster he had first imagined. He had loved Catherine, although not in the way he had always visualised. He had lost himself to the moment, yes. But he had not hurt her and the pleasure had been mutual. Catherine had been right, he could never hurt her no matter what the circumstances, especially as Catherine had returned his passion and lust with a ferocity that matched his own.

Suddenly it was if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The knowledge was awe inspiring. Knowing that he had just loved Catherine in the fullest sense of the word and been returned so forcefully, it took his breath away. His elation was short lived as his sense of Catherine left him feeling weak and distressed. He had opened the bond up fully. What he felt from her frightened him. Her despair washed over him, filling him with dread. The last moment of being with Catherine flashed through his mind... of her sliding to the floor, the rain lashing her slender body. A roar of pure anguish was torn from his throat. How could he have left that way? Catherine had just given him everything. The sound of her voice begging him not to leave her, cut through him like a knife. What had he done? How could he have treated her like that. He had professed to love Catherine and he had rejected her love, leaving her desolate.

Vincent pounded down the alley at breakneck speed. Nothing mattered now but to get back to Catherine. His own feelings of unrest were forgotten and the thought spurred him on. To get back to Catherine, to beg her forgiveness, surround her with love. Convince her all would be well. No matter what happened between them in the future, he would never leave her again. Vincent was climbing the building within minutes, his sure claws finding the familiar finger holes with ease. Not even the weight of his waterlogged cloak could deter him from reaching Catherine quickly. Vincent swung his legs over the ledge of her balcony. Before he was even halfway over, her name was torn from his lips with tormented pain at the sight of her. She was huddled against the balcony wall, the rain pounding against her; the thin ruined blouse no protection from the rain and cold.

Vincent crouched down beside her.

"Catherine." He pulled her against him and lifted her into his arms. He carried her over the threshold to the warm apartment inside. Vincent set her down on the floor by the fire and began pulling at her wet clothes. Her skin was deathly pale, icy cold to the touch. Her full lips were tinged with blue. Her body shook uncontrollably and her teeth chattered loudly together. Her eyes held a blank, unfocussed expression. Vincent bent over her, all sense of modesty curtailed as he worked over her traumatized body. His long fingers worked quickly to divest her of her soaking wet clothes. He poked at the fire and the embers glowed into life. All the time, he whispered words of love in the hope they would assure her of his presence. Gathering her clothes together, he ran through to the bathroom and threw everything into the hamper.

Be looked down at himself as he saw the water puddling at his feet from his own soaking wet clothes and cloak. Vincent didn't hesitate. His cloak fell in a crumpled wet heap onto the floor. His boots flew into a corner. All he wanted to do was hold Catherine in his arms, surround her with his love and never let her go. To do that he had to get rid of his cumbersome wet clothes. In one swift movement his shirt landed on top of his cloak. His denim jeans were a different problem. They were clinging to him like a second skin. A growl escaped from his throat, in frustration. Every second away from Catherine was a second too long. Finally he managed to shimmy them over his hips and sat down on the hamper to pull them the rest of the way off, with an impatient snort of anger. His socks landed, he knew not where, as he grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around his waist. Tucking the overlapped edges well in, he grabbed the rest of the towels from the cupboard, impatient to get back to Catherine. He strode from the bathroom into the bedroom and looked down at the bed. Catherine's dressing gown was lying across it. His fingers reached out to pick it up and with one swift tug on the comforter, it was also gathered with her dressing gown. Vincent quickly moved from the room.

He was kneeling down beside Catherine. She was still shaking, curled up on her side, her eyes closed and moaning. Vincent's sharp hearing could just make out her words.

"So cold, so cold... cold."

"Shhhhh... shhhh Catherine I am here. I will not leave you. I am here to help you. Vincent pulled her up into a sitting position and wrapped her shoulders with one of the towels. The wetness of her skin shimmered as the firelight danced off it. Her head fell forward as he rubbed at her hair with the towel, taking away as much of the moisture he could. Then wrapped her hair up turban style and pulled her towards him with her head resting against his strong, broad chest. He reached behind her and stroked her back, rubbing the towel against her skin. His own wet hair fell forward, soaking the towel around her. Vincent's head jerked up and he reached behind him for another towel. He wrapped it quickly around his head. The damp hair on his chest, arms and legs was already beginning to dry in the warmth of the room. Lying Catherine gently back down to the carpet, he pulled a couple of the cushions scattered about the floor under her head. A towel was used to rub briskly against her cold wet body. Lifting each leg in turn, he rubbed with tender care, stopping to pat gently the scrapes of her knees. When he reached her hips, Vincent stopped, unsettled at the sight of her pubic hair. Sucking in his breath he hesitated to touch her. Pushing all his fears and uncertainties aside he closed his eyes. He rubbed gently across her hips and waist with quick long strokes, trying to ignore her nakedness. Vincent kept contact with Catherine through the wondrous connection that was theirs alone. He felt her state of awareness was more lucid, her body adjusting to the warmth of the room. Catherine no longer shook, her body was infused with a soft pink glow, as the circulation and warmth returned to her cold numb body, by Vincent's careful ministrations.

Reassured that Catherine was completely dry, he reached for her dressing gown as he pulled her to lay against his chest; anxious to cover her nakedness and not cause Catherine any embarrassment upon waking. Placing the dressing gown over her shoulders, he managed to get her arms through the sleeves with little trouble. Pulling the dressing gown down to cover her. Overlapping the edges as he belted it securely. He looked down into her lovely green eyes, wide with amazement.

"You came back... you... came back."

"How could I not Catherine I felt your need of me." Catherine was about to speak, but Vincent stilled her with his finger to her lips. "I know we must talk Catherine, but you are exhausted and need to rest." Catherine shook her head in denial. "It's all right Catherine I will not leave you again. I will be here when you awaken. Please... sleep now, you need to sleep."

"Promise you won't leave."

"I promise." Catherine relaxed into his embrace and for a few minutes he held her tightly. Lowering her back down to the cushions, he covered her with the comforter, watching her as sleep claimed his precious Catherine. Oh how he loved her. How did he ever think even for one moment he could live without her? She was his life. The very air he breathed.

Sighing, Vincent stood up and stretched his aching limbs. He had not realized how tired he was, until he felt himself begin to relax. His legs shook slightly as the tension left his body. Pulling the towel from his head, he began to dry his hair with long languid strokes, as he seated himself on Catherine's couch. It should have felt strange, even awkward, sitting in Catherine's apartment, half naked, with Catherine sleeping mere inches from him... but it didn't. He looked down on her sleeping form. She looked like an angel lying there. He was unable to stifle the yawn. He was very tired. Vincent slipped down beside her, pulling the towel away from her hair and lovingly dried the strands, careful not to wake her. He yawned again. The comforter, with her beneath it looked very inviting. Vincent knew it wasn't prudent for him to join her but, he couldn't help himself. He needed to hold her, feel her next to him. He only felt complete when he was with her. He lifted the corner up and slipped in beside her. She turned towards him, her warm breath caressing his face. Vincent eased his arm beneath her shoulders as Catherine roiled inwards towards him. Her hand splayed across his naked chest. Her head nestled beneath his chin. This felt so right, so good. How could he believe that loving Catherine could ever be wrong; whatever form it took. Vincent pulled her closer. His hand slid over her hip and up to encircle her waist. The feeling of contentment he felt, lulled him into the much needed sleep his body craved.

They both slept soundly, snuggled together for several hours. It was Catherine's restlessness that alerted Vincent to her dream. His eyes flew open, disorientated as his surroundings seemed unfamiliar. Then, realising he was in Catherine's apartment, the memories flooded back. He looked down sensing Catherine's restlessness. Her head was moving from side to side, moaning, her words inaudible. Vincent felt her tremble as the essence of her dream cut him to the quick, knowing just how much he had hurt and frightened her by running away. Vincent shook her gently.

"Catherine," he urged, his voice soft and gentle, not wishing to startle her. The backs of his furred covered fingers glided over her cheek. "Catherine please wake up." Her eyes flickered open and stared at him, unbelieving. Catherine licked her lips, struggling to form the words.

"Oh God Vincent I thought you had gone… for good. I was so... frightened. I thought I had lost you." Her tears fell unhindered as she buried her face in his chest. He held her tightly.

"Don't, please... don't cry. I'm here, please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you like that. I'm so sorry ... Catherine." His own tears fell against her hair as he pressed her closer still. Catherine looked up slightly to see the faint light of dawn creep over the horizon to penetrate the sheer drapes at her balcony doors. Catherine shivered.

"What is it Catherine? Are you cold?" He looked down at her and followed the direction her eyes had taken. Catherine felt the rise and fall of his chest at his sigh.

Vincent lifted her chin with one taloned finger. "Catherine I will not leave you. We... have to talk...To discuss what has happened between... us. I cannot leave you... not yet."

"If you don't go now Vincent you will be trapped above until nightfall. I can't do that to you. I know how you dislike being above in daylight. Please Vincent, although I don't want you to go, you must." Vincent swallowed hard at the lump in his throat. Even now after everything that had transpired between them, she still wanted to protect him. Why did God grant such a gift to him. He didn't deserve her. His eyes misted over as he looked at her concerned face. He had no desire to move. He had everything he had ever wanted right here in his arms. He was not willing to give her up just yet.

"Catherine I am staying. We have much to discuss. I cannot… will not let you go just yet." His lips captured hers in a sweet, desperate kiss, wishing to convey to her what he wanted to say, but couldn't find the words to. Vincent broke the kiss, hoping to assure Catherine all would be well. He interlaced his fingers with hers across his chest and pressed them against his heart.

Catherine realised for the first time that Vincent wasn't wearing much and that she herself was dressed only in the dressing gown. She let her mind drift back. She could only remember snatches of what had happened after Vincent had left. Her mind seemed to have closed down after that. She could remember the pain of being left and feeling cold and wet. The next thing she could remember was the warmth of the room and strong hands removing her wet clothing. She could remember his face, his hair wringing wet, the look of concern on his unique face. Then lying safe and warm in his arms. Catherine buried her face into the soft springy curls of his chest hair.

"Oh Vincent what must you think of me? I'm such a burden to you." Vincent pulled her up till she was level with his face.

"Please don't say that Catherine. You are never a burden... You are a source of great joy." Her voice was a mere whisper as she turned from him.

"I also bring you pain. I don't mean to, but I do." He pulled her around to face him.

"I cannot deny... that Catherine. But the joy, all you bring me outweighs the pain always! If I cannot have one without the other, then I accept it gladly... gladly. You must believe that."

"Oh Vincent what are we going to do? I love you so much." She threw her arms around him sobbing, into his neck.

"Don't Catherine please don't cry, there have been too many tears. Please my… love don't cry anymore." His hand cupped the back of her head. His arm came round and held her firmly around the waist. "Don't.. please. I must beg your forgiveness Catherine... How could I have left you like that? You had just given me everything... everything and I left you. What I did shames me." His anguished words continued. "Can... can you ever forgive me? My actions were reprehensible. I... I have no excuse. Only my fear that you would find what I did... was so... repugnant... that you would... hate me. It... was fear or the unknown Catherine. Will you forgive me?" Catherine's reply was lost in the murmured words buried in his shoulder. His finger caressed her cheek as he encouraged her to look at him. His heart lurched at the sight of her tearstained face. Catherine shivered at the feel of his fingers brushing against the wet skin of her cheek. "I'm sorry Catherine, I did not hear what you just said." Sniffling, Catherine struggled to compose herself. The morning light was chasing away the darkness of the room, giving Catherine the chance to study the shadowed features of his beloved face in the half light of the room. Oh how she loved that face.

"I said I can forgive you. I can forgive you anything. If you can forgive me for pushing you into something that you were not ready for. What must you think of me?"

"Perhaps we should both agree to accept blame for what happened last night Catherine." His voice was so husky, much softer than usual, and Catherine had to strain to hear him. "I did not know love could be like that... I have read books... but nothing... nothing prepared me last night. I was not prepared for the way I felt for you. I... I was overwhelmed with my need for you. I had to have you. I was not prepared for the way my body reacted to yours." His eyes misted over. "I should have had more control. I would have been prepared to take my own life rather than hurt... you Catherine. So why did my body betray me so?"

Leaning heavily onto his chest, propped up on her elbows, Catherine looked down upon his face. She was anxious to dispel his fears. Not willing for him to take the blame. She could feel his fear, sense his shame. Enough was enough. She wasn't going to see him suffer any more. Catherine loved him, would do anything for him. Her voice was soft, her breath warm upon his face.

"Your body did not betray you. It gave into me. At my insistence, you gave me what I needed. What we both needed. It should be me begging your forgiveness." She ducked her head before continuing. "What I did was shameless. How can you look at me? I drove you to do something you were not ready for." Her voice faltered for a moment, before she turned to face him.

"But I don't regret it. Will never regret it... You gave me something precious... You gave me yourself and I won't give it back. I want our dream Vincent. I want it desperately." Vincent was speechless. What could he say? Knowing only the truth would do. He held her tightly to his chest and turned in one swift movement so Catherine was beneath him. His lips touched lightly to hers, and felt the thrill run through her as their lips met. He pulled away to look at her, speaking the words she longed to hear.

"I love you Catherine Chandler. I always have and always will. From the moment I found you in the park; I knew then you were the one to end my solitary existence. I had hoped, but thought there would never be anyone for me, and yet at night I would dream of someone holding me." The corners of his mouth lifted into a shy smile. "Many times I would dream of someone holding me, her love surrounding me. Giving me a feeling of completeness I had never known before, but the face of my dreams would elude me. I would wake from these dreams with a sense of reality about them. They bought me such peace. Then I would become restless and I would go above and walk the park for hours searching." Vincent shook his head. "I knew not what. There was a sense of urgency about the feelings. I was compelled to go." Vincent chuckled, his chest vibrating with the sound. " I drove Father near to madness with my nocturnal sojourns above. Many times he had cause to berate me for my tardiness with my duties because of my lack of sleep. There were no words to explain my feelings to Father. It was a sense of foreboding mixed with anticipation. Father was quite exasperated with me." He dipped his head and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "It was on one of those nights Catherine, that I found you. From the moment I touched you, held you in my arms. I knew you... were the woman of my dreams

Her arms came up and entwined themselves around his neck, pulling his head down. Her lips met his and her kiss was answered with a kiss of his own. For a few moments they were content to hold each other. Vincent rolled sideways and they turned to face each other.

"Vincent."

"Mmmmmm".

"Can you tell me why you denied us so long? Why you could not accept that we could have a life together? If you felt I was the one in your dreams... that we were destined to be together. I know all your arguments and I can see to you they were valid reasons. Was there something else that kept you from me? If there is, I would like to know, so we can talk about it; get everything into open. There shouldn't be anything between us, not now." Under her fingers splayed across his chest, she felt it expand as he inhaled. His eyes held a hint of sadness as he dropped his eyes to her hand upon his chest. How could tell her? But he knew he must. Catherine had earned the right to know. The three years together had been difficult for both of them.

"This is... difficult for me... to speak so intimately with you Catherine. Only my journal is privy to my most private thoughts. Especially when they concern... you. But because you have asked and you have been so patient with me I will try." He could feel Catherine's love for him. It gave him the strength to continue. "My fears have kept me from you for so long. Yes one of my biggest fears was of hurting you and I thank God that it proved to be groundless." His eyes scanned her face. She smiled at him and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Didn't I tell you, you could never hurt me." His finger brushed her cheek.

"Yes your faith in me has... there are no words."

"If this is too difficult for you Vincent you don't have to say any more. I understand."

"I know you understand, have always understood." He kissed her then, pulling her closer. He broke the kiss needing to continue. "I do not know my origins and probably never will. People look upon me as... a freak... of nature. Only our small community accept me, love me for what I am. There are some people who would construe our relationship as unnatural. To have you seen in that light fills me with dread." Catherine held him tightly, stroking his long mane. "Vincent I don't want to hear you say that ever again. You are not a freak. The love we share is beautiful. There is nothing unnatural about our love. How can anything we share be wrong? You are not to think that again, ever. Do you hear me?" Catherine held his face in her hands. Her eyes flashed with anger at the way he could be wounded by people's ignorance of this gentle man. "Do you hear me?" His eyes stung with tears as he nodded his head and buried his face in her shoulder.

"Oh Catherine... I love you." He raised his head to look at her. "How did I live without you?" She kissed him gently and settled against his chest holding him around the waist. "I... I have to tell you something Catherine. I need to tell you." Catherine looked up at him briefly and hugged him. "I'm listening Vincent. Please go on."

"There is another reason I kept myself from you. I... knew once... we became... lovers, I would not be able to let you go. Could not bear another man to look at you, touch you. That I would want... you only unto myself. That my need of you would be great; as it is. That I would want to posses you. The thoughts shamed me. Now that we are lovers... how are we to bear it? I still don't see how we can have our dream. The dream we both wish for." Catherine was about to interrupt, startled by his confession. He stilled her with his finger to her lips. "I cannot live in your world and you cannot live in mine."

"Why Vincent? Why won't you let me live in your world?" Her fingers began to pull absentmindedly at the hairs on his chest. "I would give up everything for you. You know that." His intake of breath was long and drawn. The love this woman had for him astounded him. His fingertips traced the length of her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the dressing gown she wore. Her nearness was beginning to affect him anew.

"Catherine you have to be born to the life of the tunnels, or be in need of their sanctuary away from the injustices of your world. Living conditions, as you know, are not unbearable, but can be hard at times especially in the winter."

"Do you think me that shallow Vincent? That I would need the trappings of a luxury life. The only thing I need is you." He pulled her closer to him. His eyes widened with consternation. "No Catherine!" he said emphatically. "No never that. It's just that there is so much I want to give you and so much I can never give you. You deserve a better life than that. You already sacrifice so much because of me. You would wither and die in the darkness Catherine and I could never allow that." A small shudder ran through him, at the sense of hopelessness.

"Oh Vincent don't you know there is no darkness when you are with me. I would and will do anything for you, anything!" Her sincerity washed over him through the bond, engulfing him. Vincent looked at her tenderly, the corners of his mouth turning upwards into a shy smile as he remembered the words she spoke to him at their first Winterfest together.

Vincent pulled himself up into a sitting position and slid around until his back was against the couch. He needed the distance between them. With the sunlight pouring through the balcony doors' framing his head in a halo of gold, Catherine's heart skipped a beat. Never had his hair shone with such radiance. Vincent looked at Catherine; she looked absolutely adorable, with her hair dishevelled and sleep tousled. He found himself wanting her again, but was unwilling to take the first step. This was so new to him. He wasn't sure what was expected of him.

Catherine wasn't about to let him withdraw from her again. They had come so far, everything needed to be brought out into the open and she wasn't about to let him stop now. Scrambling out of the comforter, Catherine crawled over to him to settle in his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she laid her head on his shoulder. Her dressing gown parted down the middle, revealing her slender, shapely legs. The grazes on her knees did nothing to detract from their beauty. The skin was clean and dry, Vincent thought to himself. They would not take long to heal. Remembering her hand, he bought it to his lips and pressed them to the palm. The bandage was no longer there and he could not remember removing it.

"Does this bother you?"

Catherine shrugged her shoulders and flexed her fingers. "No it feels fine. I had forgotten all about it till now." Vincent lightly traced her knees with the pads of his fingers. "And these?"

Her hand covered his. "Don't worry about me. I'm more sturdy than I look," she chuckled.

"I know that." The look in his eyes puzzled her.

"What is it Vincent? "What are you thinking?"

"Don't concern yourself Catherine. I am all right." His eyes fell from her concerned gaze and settled on her hand on top of his.

"Don't Vincent, don't shut me out."

Vincent looked up. His hand came up to caress her face, his thumb tracing the bottom lip. His eyes were drawn to its sensual fullness. "I'm sorry Catherine. I did not mean to do that. It is still difficult for me... to share my innermost thoughts." His sigh was long and deep.

"Tell me. Let me help you Vincent." His eyes locked with hers, beseeching her.

"How are we to endure this Catherine? It was difficult enough to leave you before... but now we have shared so much... I do not want to leave you... ever! What are we to do? How can we be together like this? Then go our separate ways, to live our separate lives. Until once again we can be together... How? and bear the pain... Catherine." She stretched up to kiss him, her fingers tangling in his hair to pull him down to receive her kiss. His arm circled her waist holding her to him fiercely; not wanting to let her go; lost in her kiss. Pulling away from him her hands cupped his face, kissing his eyelids and she whispered.

"You must have faith Vincent. All you need to remember is this. With love all things are possible." Vincent touched his forehead to hers, savouring her nearness.

"Catherine I love you so much. What would I do without you?"

"You must have faith. There is a way, there IS."

His head snapped up, his look intense. "Tell me?" A sense of anticipation tingled along his spine.

Pulling away from him and out of his lap, Catherine began to pace, unsure how to begin. So much depended on his reactions. Glancing at the time on the wall clock she was momentarily startled to see the time; seven fifty, and a thought suddenly struck her. "Oh God Vincent, Father will be frantic. Did he know you were coming above last night?" Vincent got to his feet. In one stride he was beside her. He grasped her hand in his.

"Yes I did inform Father of my intentions of seeing you last night." His frown matched hers.

"I... I'll call Peter for you Vincent. I hope he hasn't left yet. He can get a message to Father. At his nod of approval her bottom lip quivered as she continued.

"Oh Vincent I'm so much trouble. You will be in for a roasting when you get back."

"Catherine do not concern yourself. Father will understand it could not be helped."

"What… will you tell him?"

"I will think of something. Do not worry." Her arms went about his waist, her head on his chest, inhaling deeply of his scent.

"Vincent are you all right?" Her hand moved to his back to ruffle the hair on his back, only to smooth it down again. "I mean... I know it must be difficult to be here with me like this, especially dressed in only a towel. Would you like me to look for something for you to wear? Are your clothes very wet? Not that I don't like what you are wearing." She smiled up at him. "It's just that I want you to be comfortable with me, at all times. Does it bother you... being like this...?" Stilling Catherine's ramblings with a kiss to her lips, he kissed her lightly again.

"Catherine your concern for my welfare never ceases to amaze me. I will answer all your questions to the best of my ability.," he chuckled. "Yes I am all right. I am sorry to say that, yes my clothes are very wet and in the middle of your bathroom floor. I should feel uncomfortable being here with you... but." His eyes never left her face. "But I do not. Your acceptance of me in all things, gives me the courage to be what you want of me. I... sense… you find my form pleasing to you. This gives me the strength to be with you. Now stop worrying." He tilted his head. "Will you call Peter so he can inform Father of my whereabouts and that I will be home this evening." He tapped her nose affectionately with the tip of his claw. "You must get ready Catherine, you will be late for your work." Kissing her lightly on the lips he continued. "We can talk when you return. Now if you will excuse me I will make use of your facilities while you call Peter."

Catherine watched as he turned away from her and padded to the bathroom. The sight of him made her heart lurch with want of him. Sighing loudly, Catherine crossed the room to the small table the phone occupied. With one well manicured nail Catherine tapped out Peter's number. On the fifth ring Catherine breathed out the words with impatience. "Come on Peter pick up." Catherine was about to put down the receiver, when a rather flustered voice on the other end said.

"Peter Alcott."

"Oh thank God Peter I thought you had already left."

"Is that you Cathy? I was almost out the door when I heard the phone ring." Hearing the panic in her voice, he became anxious. "what's wrong… are you ill?"

"No I'm fine Peter, it's nothing like that. But I do need you to get in touch with Father, urgently."

"Well what a coincidence. I was just on my way to see Jacob when you called. I have a new batch of antibiotics to deliver. I thought I would drop them in on the way to the hospital. I hope the message isn't too serious. I hate being the bearer of bad news. I now it goes with the job, but even now it's something I do not relish."

Catherine bit her bottom lip. "No Peter it isn't bad news, well it might be for some. Can you tell Father Vincent is with me and will return by nightfall. Due to circumstances beyond his control he was not able to leave last night."

"Is Vincent all right?"

"Yes we are both fine. Don't worry everything is all right. A little subdued, Catherine asked; "How do you think Father will take it. Will you try to smooth it over for him, please, Peter? I don't want Vincent receiving a lecture because of me."

Peter chuckled down the phone. "Now Cathy are you trying to imply that Jacob treats Vincent like a child still?"

"Well Peter I know Vincent's an adult and so do you. I just wish someone would remind Father from time to time. Vincent IS old enough and strong enough to take care of himself. He does not constantly need protecting. He's never allowed to make decisions for himself. Father should allow Vincent to take more control of his own life. Vincent's torn in two at times. Trying to be everything to everybody. They never leave anything for himself and he's worth so much more than that. Don't get me wrong. I love everybody below, but they do exasperate me at times."

"Don't worry Cathy, Vincent's got a great champion in you. Don't give up on him."

"Oh I don't ever intend to give up on Vincent, especially now."

"Now Cathy that does sound mysterious."

"Oh you! you're impossible Peter." Her lips curved into a secret smile, refusing to elaborate.

"Well Cathy got to go. Don't leave it so long next time. We must have lunch, next week maybe. Call me so we can arrange a date. Don't let me down Cathy."

"No I won't Peter. I promise to call next week, thanks, bye."

"Bye Cathy." Putting the phone back, Catherine stared at it as if it was made by the devil itself. Picking up the phone again she punched out the number of her off ice. After the third ring Catherine was relieved to hear a familiar voice on the other end. "Rita I'm glad It's you."

"Hey girlfriend. What's up?"

"Is Joe in yet?"

"No not yet. Can I help?"

"Can you tell him I won't be in today. I have the stomach flu. If I feel any better tomorrow I will try and get in."

"Sure I'll tell him. Do you need anything? Can I drop you anything in?"

"You are sweet, but no I will be fine."

"Do you want company? Or is that a silly question?"

Catherine giggled in spite of herself. "No I don't think that's a good idea. If you get it too, Joe will not be pleased."

"Is there anything that needs seeing to urgently girlfriend? Or can it wait till you get back?"

"The Henderson file is on the top of the files on my desk Rita, if Joe needs it. You can tell him it's finished and good luck. Thanks Rita you're a good friend."

"Hey what are friends for? You work too hard Cathy. Get back to bed, get your rest. I'll see you when I see you, bye." Catherine put the receiver back in its cradle, feeling a little guilty about the white lie she had just told. But there was no way she was going to leave Vincent alone. She just had to be with him.

Crossing to the bedroom doors, Catherine could hear Vincent moving about in the bathroom.

"Is everything all right Vincent? Do you need anything?" The door of the bathroom opened and Vincent's head appeared from behind the door. His smile was a little sheepish. "I have cleared up the bathroom Catherine, but my clothes are still wet and I'm not quite sure what to do with them."

"Bring them into the kitchen Vincent. I will put them into the washing machine. It wont take long for them to wash and dry." Feeling slightly smug, Catherine tripped merrily to the kitchen. A whole day with Vincent... whoopee! Filling the kettle, Catherine placed it on the stove. Turning, her nose hit Vincent squarely in the chest.

"Are you all right Catherine?"

"I'm all right Vincent." She giggled, blinking several times, rubbing her nose. "I did not hear you that's all." Kneeling down in front of the washing machine Catherine held out her arms for his clothes.

"I have hung my cloak over the shower rail Catherine. It should be dry enough by this evening." Taking the clothes from him, her smile was enough to reassure him that, that was all right with her.

Pushing his jeans and socks into the machine, Catherine looked at his shirt in her hand. "Is it worth washing this Vincent? I don't think it can be repaired." The expression on his face was unfathomable.

"No." Turned on his heel and marched to the living room. A small sigh escaped her lips. They would sort this out once and for all, if it was the last thing she did. Putting the shirt into the machine anyway; she slammed the door shut and left the machine to do its work. Once the tea was prepared, Catherine cut several slices of bread, putting them in the toaster. His voice drifted over to her.

"Can I be of any assistance?"

"No I have everything under control. I will only be a minute" Sighing, Catherine's thoughts turned over in her head. She was determined to succeed in making things right between them.

Vincent looked around the living room trying to banish the disturbing thoughts in his head. His vest lay on the floor behind the couch. His big broad belt lay upside down close by. Picking them up he placed the belt over the couch and smoothed out the creases in his vest before doing the same. A flash of memory assaulted his mind and he shuddered. Crossing the room Vincent picked up the comforter from the floor and returned it to the bedroom. Shaking the comforter, he smoothed it out and around the bed. Pleased that all looked neat again, he padded back to the living room, closing the doors behind him. Turning, something caught his eye. Bending to retrieve it he gasped. Cradling the flimsy torn material in his hand, Vincent's mind relieved the memory of Catherine's soft flesh, the moistness beneath his fingers. His mind reeled at knowing Catherine so intimately. Bringing the material to his face, he inhaled deeply. The scent of her arousal still lingered. The pupils of his eyes contracted as his body responded to the scent. He clamped down on his feelings immediately, unsure how to react to these new sensations. His fingers curled around the lace, and he leaned heavily against the wall near the doors looking out onto Catherine's balcony. The warm sunshine had dried her terrace. Just a few small puddles remained. The sound of heavy traffic drifted up to remind him that Catherine would be leaving for work soon. He already missed her. Lost in thought he was startled to feel Catherine's small fingers entwine around his arm.

Catherine's head leaned against his shoulder and Vincent rested his chin against the top of her head, breathing deeply.

"Are you all right?

"Yes… I'm all right. Did you contact Peter? Can he relay a message to Father or is there a problem?"

"No everything is fine, Peter is going down to see Father. Apparently he has a supply of antibiotics to deliver and has promised to tell him everything is all right and you will be home tonight."

"Ah yes, I seem to remember Father saying he was expecting to hear from Peter any day now about some new medical supplies."

"It is such a lovely day today. Such a contrast to yesterday."

"Yes" was all he said. Seeing that he looked troubled Catherine slid her hand down to take his and he stiffened. His hand was curled tightly into a fist, his knuckles white.

"What is it Vincent? what is worrying you?" Uncurling his fingers Catherine found her eyes focussed on the cloth that was once her panties. He was staring into space afraid to look at her. "What are you thinking? You can tell me Vincent." Her hand stroked his cheek as he turned to look at her.

"I cannot... put into words what I am feeling right now."

"It's all right Vincent don't worry. The words will come. I've made breakfast. It's not much, but I promise to do better in the future."

Vincent smiled down at her. She was so understanding. "I'm not really hungry. Perhaps some tea; it will suffice."

"Now, now Vincent. You need sustenance. You work so hard. To neglect yourself so will make you ill." she tutted in mild rebuke. Vincent laughed out loud as she repeated word for word what he had said to her last night. He hugged her to him, his heart swelled with love for her at her obvious attempt to break the tension between them.

Catherine led him away from the doors to sit down on the couch before the fire. She handed him his tea and watched ip the fragrant brew. Catherine noticed he still held her underwear. He seemed unwilling to relinquish it. She was about to say something then thought better of it, feeling it would be better if Vincent broached the subject himself. They sat drinking tea and sharing toast in companionable silence. When Vincent finally spoke, she jumped. He had been quiet for so long.

"Catherine you must make haste. You will be late for your work. I know you want to talk but it can wait until you return." He cocked his head to look at her his eyes expressing concern. Catherine placed his cup back down on the tray and held his hands as she turned to face him.

"Vincent I am not going into work today. I'm staying here with you. Surely you did not believe I would leave you alone here? I want to be with you." Vincent looked startled for a moment.

"No Catherine you cannot do this. I won't be responsible for disrupting your life. Other people's needs are greater than mine. You are needed at work. I will be safe until you return. Please Catherine you will be late." Her hands curled around his. "Listen to me. I want to be here with you. I want us to be together. I may be needed at work, but you need me more. There is no shame in that because I need you too. We need to be together." He knew she was right. He really did not want her to go, but could never ask her to stay. The thought of being without her while he waited for her to return, did not really appeal to him. He insisted, feeling guilty enough at being a source of disruption in her life. "Catherine please you must go to work. I will be all right. I promise you."

"Listen to me Vincent. I have already phoned the office to inform them I won't be in today. I want to be with you. I love you and nothing and I mean nothing will keep us apart today." He was about to protest but she silenced him with a kiss. "I do not want any arguments. The choice was mine. The office will not fall apart without me. They managed before I joined the team and will when I leave. If you remember I am giving in my notice and I do not mean to change my mind. So no more stalling, no more excuses. I want to know what is troubling you."

"I know how you tend to bottle things up and blame yourself for all the wrongs in the world and the things that are beyond your control. What happened between us was a culmination of repressed desire and need of each other. We had denied ourselves so long. I'm not surprised our need for each other exploded within us. As I said before I don't regret what happened. I welcomed it. I have wanted to give you this expression of our love for a very long time. You must have felt it and known it would happen one day. You can't deny a love like ours forever. It was destined to happen and you know it."

"Yes I knew it would happen one day. It's the way it happened that disturbs me. I always imagined it would be different and it shames me."

"Why? Why should it shame you? Our need was too great."

"... And... .and you do not mind the way it happened Catherine. I... was so... so..."

Catherine interrupted him with a twinkle in her eye as she arched an eyebrow towards him. "That you were so dominant, so virile." If Vincent could blush she was sure he was blushing right down to his toes.

"But Catherine," he stammered with a slight lisp that she found truly endearing. "Your clothes... what I did to them... are you not upset... I ruined them Catherine. I... mean surely physical love isn't so rough, so all consuming. I thought love was a slow cherishing of each others bodies. It almost felt like... rape." Catherine was about to protest most strongly but he continued quickly. "I... I know it was not, because rape is a violation of another's body without consent and I know what happened between us was not so." He looked at her shyly willing himself to look at her. "I felt your need of me. Your demands of me and your pleasure... but I still can't help feeling that happened was wrong The circumstances were wrong... Oh I do not know Catherine. The feelings are so new to me... I'm so confused."

Catherine rose from the couch and knelt in front of him. Parting his thighs to kneel as close to him as she could, she wrapped her around his waist, pressing her head against his chest, and deep as his arms wrapped around her shoulders, his chin resting against her hair.

"Just answer these few questions Vincent. I have to know. Do you regret what has happened between us? Can you go back to the relationship we had before? Or are you ready to take what life has to offer us, with us loving each other the way we deserve to, because I want that life together Vincent and it depends on your answers, because I know what I want." Catherine felt the tears prick her eyelids and she swallowed hard to keep them at bay, as she buried her face in his chest. Praying his answers would be the right ones. Their whole lives depended on it. "I will tell you this Vincent. I don't regret one single second. It is what I have wanted for a long time. You... know there have been other men in my life. But there is no comparison. No one made me feel the way you did then. I have always held something back. I can't really explain it. I gave you everything I am and for the first time in my life I felt complete, because of you. I love you Vincent I always will."

Vincent shifted on the couch, uncomfortable at the enormity of her words. Could he give up Catherine and go back to what they were before last night. Did he want to? Did he regret the consummation of their love. So many thoughts whirled around in his head. With Catherine's warm soft body pressed against him, he knew the answers to all her questions with simple clarity. There was no going back. They could only go forward. He loved her beyond the words to express it and if the truth was told, he did not want to go back to what they had been to each other before last night. Catherine had produced in him a hunger for her that he knew could never be satisfied, even if he lived a hundred lifetimes. His throat constricted, he loved her to much to deny her again.

"Oh Catherine how can I ever regret what happened. My only regret is in the way it happened. I love you too much to go back to the pain of denying ourselves again you are right… the only way is forward. We must live our lives as best we can. I do not know how to obtain the life we both want. I still cannot see a way Catherine and... it is killing me." His tears fell into her hair as he quietly sobbed. Catherine pulled away from him and climbed onto his lap. Vincent leaned back into the couch and pulled her to him. His arms held her tightly.

"Don't Vincent, don't cry. I only want to make you happy."

"You do! You do!"

Catherine looked into his luminescent blue eyes clouded with tears and kissed his eyelids, interspersing kisses with her words all over his face. "Do... you... you...really… mean... that. Vincent. That... you do... want… our life... together."

"Oh yes... yes Catherine. If you will... have me." Her happiness surged through the bond to blend with his own. They belonged together. That was an absolute fact.

His lips sought hers hungrily to devour them. His open mouth slanted across her lips, nibbling and sliding on the delicate flesh. His tongue licked across her lips pushing against them, conveying his need to taste her. Her lips parted allowing him entrance. The groan came deep within his throat as his tongue tantalised his senses with small tremulous brushes of his tongue against hers. Vincent shuddered violently. Pressing her small willing body closer, he broke the kiss and gasped for breath, only to return to the slim column of her neck. Pressing open mouthed kisses to the lightly flushed skin, he teased the skin with his tongue. Catherine tilted her head back to give him better access as his gentle nuzzling sent her mind reeling. Catherine's hands traced the length of his arm with her supple fingers, kneading the strong biceps covered with soft amber hair. Her fingers curled around his hand only to realise he still held her underwear.

Catherine pulled away from him, gasping for air as he tugged on his hand. His fingers relaxed and Catherine was able to remove the garment from his grasp. Her voice was soft and whispered. "Let's get rid of these." She began to rise to throw the garment into her waste paper bin. His hand covered hers, his breath hot against the lobe of her ear.

"May I... keep them Catherine?" Then he licked at her earlobe. Catherine's gasp of surprise stilled his actions. "Is this offensive... to you. I'm sorry I... don't know why I asked." His heart beat wildly in his chest. His eyes were full of anguish at the thought of offending her so, by his request.

Catherine felt his torment and was quick to stifle it. "No! no you did not offend me. It's just that I am a little surprised that's all. If... you want them I give them to you willingly." Placing them on the coffee table next to the couch, Catherine turned to him. His obvious embarrassment was evident in his eyes. She shot him a look of pure devilment. "May I keep your shirt? After all it is only fair." His eyes locked with hers, the corners of his unique mouth lifting to reveal a dazzling smile.

"Willingly" It was just like Catherine to quell his sense of impropriety with her caring sensitivity, by teasing him. Oh how he loved her Catherine slid out of his lap and stood in front of him, to take his hands. Vincent sensed her uncertainty and stood up to pull her to him. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"What is it Catherine? is something wrong?"

"No not exactly. It's just I have something to tell you and I'm not sure how you will react. I am a little nervous I suppose." Tuning her face towards him, his hands rested lightly on her shoulders. His heart thudded against his chest. He did not know why. He felt sure Catherine could feel it beneath her fingers, splayed across his chest.

"Tell me?" Her eyes dropped to the floor wondering where to start. One claw tilted her chin upwards to look at him. "Tell me?"

Oh well here goes. "What would you say if I told you I have bought a brownstone. It's not far from here."

"You're not happy here Catherine? he said, confused.

"Yes I have been and I am still. But I have wanted more for us. What would you say if I told you I bought the brownstone so that we could be together?" Vincent's jaw dropped and his legs suddenly turned to jelly. He sat down before he fell down. Catherine began pacing, her dressing gown parting down the middle with every step, revealing her slender legs with every swish as she turned. Her words tumbled out quickly... needing to finish while she still had the courage. She hoped his reaction would be a positive one.

"When I was below last; do you remember you and Father discussing having to shore up an access route temporarily while you found out more about the death of one of your helpers?" It suddenly dawned on him whose brownstone Catherine had bought. He was stunned.

"You mean Mrs Sharwood? You have bought Mrs Sharwoods house?"

"Yes I'm saying just that. I told Father I would make a few discreet inquiries for him. You were both worried about any new occupants finding out about the access to the tunnels via the basement." Catherine glanced at him then quickly looked away. "Well after I left you that night; it struck me this could be an answer to our problem. So I made inquiries about her family. I found out she was a widow with one son living in Chicago. Her son had put the brownstone up for sale. There had been some interest in the property but no firm offers. So I called her son, Mr Sharwood. He seemed like a very nice man. John, I think he said his name was."

Vincent's voice was hardly audible as he spoke. "Yes"

"What did you say?" Catherine strained to hear him. Vincent's breath was long and drawn. His breath came out in a hiss. "Yes... his name is John. We... met a few times at some of our social gatherings. Of course that was many years ago, before he left New York." Catherine's eyes lit up. " He knows you! Oh good that helps enormously. Especially when we make the final transactions. I wasn't sure. I mean I could not come right out and ask him, could I?"

"I... suppose not." Vincent looked in a state of shock.

Catherine knelt in front of him. Taking his hand in hers, and rubbing her cheek against the fur, she looked into his face. His look of bewilderment was evident on his face. "Catherine I fail to see why you would do this. Are you unhappy here?" Pushing back the bangs from his eyes that had fallen forward.

Catherine kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Vincent every time you come above to me, you risk being caught. Even the climb you make is very hazardous. I worry for you."

"But Catherine it's worth the risk." His fingers moving restlessly beneath hers.

"Not to me. You won't let me down to see you during the week because of my work commitments. Every time you come to me, you risk everything. If anything was to happen to you I don't know... what I would do. I want you safe. Safe! Besides there is another reason I bought the house." Her eyes never left his. I bought it... so we could be... together. Truly together."

Quirking an eye brow towards her with his head tilted to one side, his mind absorbed the implications of her words.

"How is this possible Catherine?" His grip tightened on her hands without realizing he was doing it. Catherine took in a deep breath, calming her racing heart. "Well I thought... with the access to the tunnels. It would be safer and easier for you to visit me and visa versa... and... and." Catherine stood up and plonked herself down beside him on the couch, her hands tightly entwined in her lap. "What I am trying to say.. Oh hell, this is difficult. If we wanted to, we... we could live together there, as... as a couple. With the access to the tunnels, you would be free to come and go as you choose." It was Vincent's turn to stand now. Unable to comprehend the enormity of her confession, he began to pace. He could never know how wonderfully majestic he looked when he did that. His strong muscled thighs tensed as he turned towards her. His eyes burned into hers "Am... I right in assuming that you wish... us to live as... man and wife Catherine?" His voice was incredulous. Catherine swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

"You wish me to be a... husband to you?... even before last night happened. I do not... know what to say."

Catherine sat quietly, letting him absorb what sue had just told him, knowing how hard he found it to accept her love for him. "Catherine I... cannot ask it of you. I have nothing to offer you. I can... not expect you to give up everything... for... me."

"What am I giving up?" This was going to be more difficult than she hoped it would be, she thought. He stood looking down on her, wanting to believe, she knew, but fighting against it because he thought he would be depriving her of so much. Catherine thought that if she gave him all the facts in a nonchalant way and kept her emotions in check, she could get him to listen to her. She was beginning to think she had made a mistake to spring this on him now. After all he still hadn't come to terms with their changing relationship. There was only so much a person could take all at once. He had been through the emotional treadmill in the last few Hours.

Hoping she was doing the right thing, Catherine continued.

"Look Vincent come sit by me." she patted the couch next to her. "Perhaps if you let me explain. Oh I don't know if it is right to spring this on you now. I love you and I don't want to wait any longer. We have waited long enough already." Vincent sat down beside her mutely, his face inscrutable. He would not look at her, would not touch her. His eyes fell to his hands clasped tightly together in his lap. Catherine turned slightly to look at him. Oh God what was she doing to the poor man? Making no effort to touch him Catherine continued.

"The brownstone is not a very large one. Two bedrooms, living room, library, bathroom, small kitchen and a wonderful secluded garden. I liked it as soon as I saw it. It has so much potential. If we live together Vincent, we can truly be together. With me giving up the D.A's office I will be able to do a lot of work from home. Maybe go into the office about three days a week. I could choose my own hours. You could help me, Vincent in all aspects of my work. Your advice would be invaluable. With the access to the tunnel, you would be able to do all you already do for tunnel community. You see Vincent, there really wouldn't be much change to my life. It would be you that would have to make the changes, if you choose to live with me. There will be so many changes for you. The biggest change would be that instead of you saying goodbye to me at night and going home to your chamber, you would be home with me. We can have our happy life Vincent and be like most couples. I want you to be my husband Vincent. I... know you would never... ask me. That's why I am asking you." She swallowed against the lump in her throat. "Don't you see Vincent I won't be giving up anything. I will be gaining something very precious. I will be gaining... you!"

Vincent sat immobile on the couch absorbing all Catherine had told him. Had she really asked him to marry her, be husband to her and live with her. Mulling everything over in his head, be sat staring blankly in front of him. Could he be what Catherine wanted him to be? This was almost too much to take. He loved Catherine, he knew that. He loved her with a passion that defied description. He wanted nothing more than to accept what she was offering and be everything she wanted him to be. But a lifetime of insecurities and doubts, niggled at his brain. He knew Catherine loved him. But what if she became weary of a having a husband that could not meet her friends, take her out to a concert, or even enjoy a simple meal out. There would be lots of questions she could never answer, and what of children? Even if he could father a child, would he want to? A thought struck him then. What if she was already with child? After last night anything was possible. Catherine would make a wonderful mother and to deny her that right would be tragic. But how could he bequeath a legacy, such as the one he had had to carry. He would not willingly pass that burden on to another. But not even that thought could still the longing in his soul. To hold Catherine's child, his child, in his arms. There could be no joy that would surmount that. Realizing the thought of a child... his child, no longer filled him with dread, surprised him. Could Catherine be right after all? That with love all things are possible. Could he be what Catherine wanted him to be? To have her as his own. To love and cherish her. He could never want for more. But to lose her after sharing so much with her would destroy him. Closing his eyes against the thought, he felt the tremor go through him. He stood up, standing a little away from her, unable to look at her.

Catherine sat quietly. She could almost hear his mind ticking over. Giving him all the reasons why he should not accept what must be, had to be. Their love was too strong to do otherwise. She did not want to force him into a decision. She believed he needed time to think everything out, wanted him to be sure of everything. She stood and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against the broad expanse of his back. Her breath stirred the fine downy fur there. In spite of himself Vincent leaned back into her embrace, her love enveloping him, calming his spirit.

"Vincent I do not need your decision right now. You need time to think. You have had a lot to absorb, in so short a time." She wanted him to be perfectly clear about all his choices.

"I know you are an honourable man. So if you decide to spend your life with me, you must be absolutely sure. To you and to me it will be for life once the commitment is made even if your feelings for me change." She felt his deeper intake of breath and took a moment to form her thoughts and fears into words. "I am not the only woman you have loved Vincent. There was Lisa…" Catherine felt the jealousy run through her, she couldn't help it. The overwhelming possessiveness she felt for this gentle man, startled her. "I have seen the other women of the tunnels look at you. You are so blind to your magnetism. You can fill a room with your presence. You command attention. How can anyone fail to love you?" She felt his breathing deepen and held him tighter. "Then there was Lena. I know you refused Lena's love, but... but that was before you knew you could love a woman in the fullest sense of the word and I am sure there will be others." Involuntary her hold on him tightened, and she closed her eyes tightly to repress the tears. "I get so scared sometimes, that I will not be enough for you. I'm not so sure I can satisfy all your needs. Although you don't know it yet and I know it will take time for you to accept it, you are so sexy, sensual. A sexual potent package wrapped up in one unique powerful body. I look at myself and I realise I am so ordinary... I mean I've got a pretty face, but my body is so ordinary. My breasts are small, I'm short. I'm nothing special. Look at you Vincent! You are magnificent. You have a body men have to work hours in a gym for. It's breathtaking. Just looking at you makes me go weak at the knees. I know what I want. But... I want you to be sure of everything before you decide."

Vincent turned slowly in her arms and grasped her shoulders. The look he gave her was of disbelief. How had he not known of Catherine's fears, her insecurities? Was it because he was so wrapped up in his own? The calm look on her face did not fool him for a minute. Her fear of his rejection resonated through the bond and he was astounded by it. He cupped her face with his fingers.

"Catherine you believe I will… tire of you. How can you believe that? I love you, will always love you till my last breath and beyond. What... what I felt for Lisa was nothing! Nothing compared to what I feel for you." Vincent let go of Catherine and began to pace; a testament to his agitation. He had to make her see. The edges of the towel parted with each step to reveal heavily muscled thighs as he paced back and forth. He turned to face her, his eyes seeking hers. "I did not reject Lena's love because I thought I could not fulfil the physical act. I did not take what Lena offered me because of my love and commitment to you. It would have been... betraying you Catherine; your trust in me... and I would never do, could never ever do that to you." Taking a deep breath he led Catherine back to the couch and sat her down. He knelt before her and curled his fingers around hers entwined tightly in her lap. His eyes held hers. "There has, is and never will be anyone I will love more than you. I love you more than my own life and that will never change,... never! To me you are perfection. There is no one, no one... who can ever change that, or make me think otherwise. Do you understand... do you understand."

The slight nod of her head confirmed she understood his meaning. The bond vibrated with it. The tears spilled down Catherine's cheeks. His touch was feather light as he kissed them away. "Know this Catherine; I know deep within myself, that it was predestined for us to be together. I know this deep in my soul!" Cupping her face within his large hands, his thumbs smoothed away the wetness on her cheeks. His eyes crystallized into the deepest blue of a midnight sky. "Catherine... if you will have me, I will be husband to you and we will begin our dream of a happy life together. We will live happily together, joyously together." Falling to her knees in front of him, Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth pressed hard against his, kissing his breath away. "Yes! Yes Vincent a million times yes." Her fingers cupped the back of his neck. Her fingers splayed in his hair, pressing him closer. She covered his face with tiny moist kisses. Her breath was warm against the shell of his ear. "We will be happy Vincent I promise you."

Vincent groaned and pulled her closer to him, burying his face in her neck "I know that Catherine. I am only alive when I am with you. I live only for the moments that we are together. I love you Catherine Chandler. I love you." His open mouthed kisses became more ardent as his lips trailed the elegant column of her neck. The dressing gown she was wearing began to slip off her shoulders as his kisses became more insistent against her creamy soft skin. His mind and body vibrated with his need of her, revelling in her reactions to his touch. He wanted her so badly. It was quite possible he could die with the want of her. His whole body quivered with his need to touch her, love her. Vincent drew back. His breath ragged. Her face was flushed. His eyes begged her to help him. Afraid to ask the question, but knowing what her answer would be anyway.

Catherine stood pulling on his hand. Vincent followed blindly, his eyes focussed only on Catherine. Everything else faded from his minds eye. Catherine now stood by the bed. Both were aware of nothing but each other. Vincent took in large gulps of air in an effort to get his carnal urges under control. This time it would be different. He would love her as he had always envisioned, slow and leisurely. He wanted to hold her, touch her everywhere. Have her touch him everywhere. He wanted to commit every curve, every move, every sigh to memory. His hands went to the edges of the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. His fingers shook as he pulled the towel away and it fell from his grasp to the floor. He stood very still, allowing Catherine all the time she needed to look at him. He stood steadfast under her scrutiny. His arousal was obvious. His erection stood proud from his body. No longer afraid or ashamed of his feelings for her. Trusting Catherine to understand his need of her.

Her eyes raked over his body, missing nothing. Conveying to Vincent everything he needed to know. She found everything about him pleasing and he gloried in her reaction to his nudity that washed over him through the bond. For the first time in his life he had found a sense of pride in his body, in his masculinity. Catherine had given him that, pride and the courage to stand before her as he did now. Revealing totally to her and only to her. All that he was, a man. Catherine's eyes devoured him. God he was beautiful, magnificent, truly breathtaking. Why would he think she would find him repulsive in any way? He was perfect and so big, everywhere. Her eyes travelled the length of him. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes and back again. Her gaze centred at his groin. His arousal shoved her just how much he wanted her and she had to marvel at his restraint.

Catherine untied the belt at the waist of her dressing gown and let it fall open. She did not remove it, but stood there wanting him to take what was so rightfully his, giving him the right to take what truly belonged to him and only to him. His hands reached up and slipped beneath the dressing gown. To lift it away from her shoulders to glide down her arms and pool at her feet. Vincent stepped back, transfixed by her beauty. She was like an angel, a goddess. He wanted to pay homage to her. Worship at her feet. He swayed towards her. Lost in her radiance, he whispered. "Beautiful... so beautiful." To him this would be his first time, truly the first time. He couldn't, wouldn't deny their loving last night. But the urgency had taken away all sense of reality. He couldn't remember everything about their loving. Their need was too great. Not this time, no. He would savour every second, every nuance of love that they would express to each other. He never, ever wanted to forget.

Vincent lifted her into his arms to lay her on her side on the bed. He lay down beside her, facing each other. His lips touched lightly to hers. His fingers caressed her face. His touch was electric and Catherine moaned deep within her throat, her hands entangling in his hair pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, wanting more. Her mouth opened, inviting him to explore. Vincent licked across her lips, the taste of her urging him onward. Her mouth was warm and inviting as his tongue travelled along her teeth to the roof of her mouth, to brush against her tongue with small tremulous flicks of his own. The pads of his fingers trailed sensually over her skin to her breast, cupping it from beneath, his thumb grazing the nipple and feeling it harden under his touch. The surrounding flesh was warm and soft. Her leg came up to straddle his hip and Vincent broke the kiss, gasping. His hand left her breast to slide down her back to grasp her buttocks to pull her closer, as the heat of her deluged his senses. Vincent urged her onto her back and straddled her, his legs tangling with hers. Bending over her, he braced his hands fiat on the bed and locked his arms, his head coming forward to curtain their faces with the rich golden strands of hair, which haloed his face. Catherine stretched sinuously, her arms above his shoulders. Vincent's eyes darkened with barely contained passion, his throat suddenly dry from her sensuous movements. Her breasts strained towards him, demanding his attention. Vincent's mouth closed over one breast, his tongue circling the nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth, suckling on the tautness. His mind was deluged with new senses, new sensations, he thought never to know. Catherine arched her back, needing him to take more of her, her groans of pleasure, heightening his own. Glorying in the new textures his mouth had found. Vincent's tongue flicked over her breast, teasing the nipple, enhancing her pleasure. Vincent pulled away to look at her. Her head was pressed back into the pillows, her back arched towards him. Her fingers curled into the pillows either side of her head. Her breath was shallow, rasping through gritted teeth. His heart thudded against his ribs, his body taught with unleashed power. Catherine writhed beneath him, drawing him down again to suckle her, needing her taste. Her scent intensified, flooding his nostrils, the pupils of his eyes dilating with its pungent aroma.

Kissing his way down her body, his hands grasped her hips possessively, his erection nudging her thigh. Her legs moved restlessly against his, opening to him, wanting... no, needing his touch there. His fingers roamed over her hips and stomach, kissing everywhere his fingers had been. His nails raking through the slight coarseness of her pubic hair, nuzzling her springy curls with his nose. Her essence, her musky scent assailed his nostrils. Vincent looked up not sure if what he wanted to do was allowed. Catherine looked down to where Vincent was nestled between her thighs, her breasts heaving with anticipation, her whole body building to a smouldering heat, centering in her groin. His eyes narrowed to slits as their eyes locked, his fingers flexing over her hips.

Catherine raised her leg, allowing it to fall sideways, opening to him. Vincent shivered as she submitted to his every wish. His long fingers moved to the moist folds of her femininity. His fingers quivered as he gently held her open, with his thumb and forefinger, curling his long lethal claw inwards, so as not to harm her, to slowly slide his finger into the soft folds of flesh. A loud guttural growl escaped his lips as her inner muscles tightened around his finger. Her moistness increased, anointing his fingers with her passion. His finger was soon joined by another to move with a rhythm that sent Catherine soaring. Vincent found the small bud of Catherine's desire and pressed it and did it again. The sound that was wrenched from Catherine's throat, caused Vincent to look up with concern. Had he hurt her, he would die if he had hurt her. Her enjoinment of his touch, vibrated through the bond, reassuring Vincent that what he was doing was pleasurable to her. Removing his fingers he lowered himself further down her body. His hands slid beneath her buttocks, his claws scraping lightly against the tender flesh, as her bottom tensed involuntarily. Breathing deeply of her musky scent, Vincent lowered his head, his hair cascading down over her hips and thighs. The tickling sensation caused her to writhe beneath him.

Vincent opened his mouth, taking the soft folds of her womanhood between his lips, sucking on the tender flesh, pushing his tongue between the scented folds. Her taste was of the sweetest honey. He lapped at her voraciously, needing and wanting more. He lifted her buttocks higher, his tongue delving deeper into her femininity. His tongue circled and pushed against the bud of her femininity that bloomed to life under his insistent tongue. It pulsed against him as her wetness increased. His claws pressed into her skin as he delved deeper. The guttural grunts and groans went unheeded as he was lost in the taste and scent of her. He could feel something building within Catherine as she arched into his touch.

Catherine was lost in his touch, the rapture building second by second as she writhed beneath him. The feel of his mane as it moved over skin, tantalised her overloaded senses. Her hands grabbed handfuls of his mane as he deepened his movements within her. The soft sucking noises he was making, mingled with the growls of his pleasure, aroused her to an intensity she had never known before. The fire coursed through her veins, building to a raging inferno between her thighs. Her body went rigid, then shuddered convulsively as the exquisite sensations toppled her over the edge. Her body melted from the heat radiating from her. The blinding lights in her head, dissolved all rational thought. Repeating his name in a litany of love, her body went limp against him.

Vincent held her around the hips, kissing the insides of her thighs and stroking her belly with his thumbs. His breath was warm against her skin. A balm to her shattered senses. He would treasure this miracle in his life, for the rest of his days. The pleasure, the rapture Catherine had felt, astounded him as a tidal wave of her feelings washed over him through their special connection. Having to take great gulps of air to bring his own needs under control, he eased his way up her body to lay his head on her breast. His fingers tightened over her hip, his leg drawn over hers, in a act of possession. His voice was muffled against her breast.

"Oh Catherine!... Catherine... I love you." Her body was covered in a fine film of perspiration. It was moist to the touch. His tongue flicked out licking at the moisture, tasting the hint of salt. So many new tastes, so many new textures, to relive over and over again. He felt blessed. His head lifted with her breasts, with her large intake of breath, as she filled her depleted lungs with much needed air, struggling back to awareness.

Her eyes opened, oh so slowly, her deep breathing slowing to a more natural rhythm, feeling deliciously replete.

"Oh Vincent that was... that... was..." She was unable to finish as his lips found hers. The kiss sweet and gentle. Catherine urged him onto his back and rolled with him. His arms came up to cross over her back, pressing her dose. Raising up slightly onto her elbows, she bunched her hands under her chin, her face almost level with his and she kissed his furry nose. He almost went cross eyed focussing on her flushed face "I love you Vincent Wells." His teeth glinted in the sunlight, reflected through the balcony doors, as he dazzled her with his smile. Shifting slightly Catherine cupped his face with her small hands and kissed his nose again. Then she kissed his cheek and eyes before moving on to tease the skin of his earlobe, blowing on the damp skin. His whole body went rigid beneath her. The tingling sensations warmed him inside and out.

His arm tightened around her in a reflex action. Her mouth moved to his lips, licking at them. Her tongue teased the cleft of his upper hp, pressing into the indentation firmly. The growl vibrated through his chest, throaty, primeval. His mouth opened beneath hers and Catherine entered, flicking her tongue to the' back of his throat and she revelled in his reactions. Oh God what was she doing to him? His whole body tingled, vibrant with his need of her. His arousal stirred against her as it pulsed hotly with his heated blood. The pain was almost a torment, so engorged was he with his need of her. His calves locked around her ankles, moulding himself to her. He wanted to be absorbed by her, become one with her, so that they were one body, one spirit.

Catherine struggled against him, pushing on his chest. In an effort to free herself from his tight embrace. He felt her struggle and released her immediately. "I am sorry Catherine... did I... hurt you?" Tears misting his eyes. Catherine held his face with her hands. Kissing his lips hard. "No you did not hurt me! I was not struggling to get away from you. So don't ever think that. I want to see you, look at you, love you." He exhaled the breath he was holding, returning her kiss with abandon. She kissed his chin. Moving slowly down the strong column of his neck, Catherine began to slide down his body in slow increments, kissing every new exposed inch. Her hands stroked the firm muscles of his arms, the veins prominent as they tensed under her touch. Her mouth sought and found his nipple, bit gently and licked across it. Vincent cupped the back of her head and arched into her touch. Every where Catherine's mouth had been, his fur had darkened with the moistness of her mouth. The fire raged in his blood. He moved sinuously against her, wanting more from her. Wanting her hands and mouth everywhere. Catherine sat back, straddling his hips. His sex pressed hotly against her femininity. She rubbed backwards and forwards over him, slowly, his hardened erection trapped between her thighs. Just when he thought he would explode, Catherine moved off and away from him to squat beside him. His hands were buried in the pillows beneath his head, which was moving from side to side, struggling to breathe air into his starved lungs. Her small hands traced the length of the leg nearest her, gilding her fingers over and through the slight coarse hair to be found there. Enjoying the way his muscles tensed and relaxed beneath her supple fingers. Her eyes travelled the length of him and settled on his erect penis. Her hand cupped his testes and felt them lift in the palm of her warm hand. She stroked along the length of him, watching the reaction on his face. His eyes were wide with anticipation, licking at his dry lips, as she relayed to him her intentions through the bond.

Catherine lowered her head to kiss the tip of his arousal, her tongue and lips nibbling the length of him. Her mouth closed over him, enjoying the slight tangy taste of him. Vincent's actions were instantaneous. He roared her name from deep within his throat. His breath hissed between tightly clenched teeth. As the heat of her wet mouth overwhelmed him, his body was fused with a white hot heat, that permeated his whole body. It centred in his groin, spreading outward. Catherine continued her gentle onslaught to his person, as he thrust upward into her mouth, urging her to take all of him. Grabbing handfuls of her hair he moved her head in a slow rhythm not wanting the sensations to end, but knowing they must to keep his sanity. Never, never had he felt anything like this. Not even in his wildest fantasies. His voice was an urgent raspy whisper. "Please... Catherine...please..." as he urged her to release him. Wanting his release to be inside her as be always imagined it would be.

Catherine, sensing his need, slowed her pace. She released him from her gentle torture, to fondle him with her nimble fingers. His breaths were shallow, ragged, as he fought for control. Then all control dissolved as he felt her mount him. To straddle his hips to manoeuvre him inside of her. Gasping for breath, he held her arms, his fingers curling into the flesh, needing to assuage the painful ache building into a raging inferno within his groin. But wanting to prolong the sweet agony. They moved in perfect harmony, with his upward thrust meeting her downward movement. Catherine bent forward to trail wet kisses along his collarbone and chin. Vincent sat upright suddenly, taking Catherine with him. He kissed her deeply. His hands slid down her back and over the flare of her hips, to grasp her rump, grinding into her. His tongue mapped the roof of her mouth, sweeping along her teeth, darting to the back of her throat. Catherine groaned into his mouth, sharing his breath, as her tongue wrapped around one large canine, then the other, to meet with his tongue, moving provocatively. But it wasn't enough... never enough.

Catherine pulled away from his kiss, gasping for breath. Arching backwards, her slim fingers slid down his legs to grasp his thighs and felt the power harnessed within the tautness found there. Vincent kissed the slim column of her neck, the skin flushed a rosy pink. They moved in unison as his open mouthed kisses tingled along her skin. He buried his face within the valley between her breasts. The short soft fur of his nose tantalized her senses. Grasping her nipple between his teeth, he tugged gently. His mouth closed over it, suckling hard on the puckering skin. Catherine felt the muscles in her womb contract. Gasping for air, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, rocking against him.

Catherine's world was turned upside down as, within a blink of an eye, she found herself beneath him. He held her in a fierce embrace. He thrust deeply within her, buried to the hilt. Grinding his hips sideways wanting to fill her totally. His hands grasped her hips, lifting her to meet his downward thrusts. Her head fell back into the pillows and she raised her legs to wrap around his hips, cradling them in a cocoon of warmth. Her heels dug into his firm rump, his fur gilding along the inside of her thighs with every thrust of his hips. She wrapped her arms about his neck, holding on for dear life. Their rapture built with each downward thrust of his hips. Her breath came in shallow gulps, as the friction within her femininity built into a searing heat, as she neared completion. The scent of his maleness, mingling with the sweat from their overheated bodies, drove her over the edge, as she was catapulted into space, soar on gossamer wings to the gates of heaven itself.

Vincent revelled in his masculinity and the thrall within which it held Catherine. Loving the feel of her breasts, buried deeply within his chest hair. Her nipples tantalized his senses as they moved against him with each penetration of her body, angling her hips to drive deeper with every thrust, moving his hips from side to side, as all his buried passion came to life. Snapping his hips upward, burying his head against her shoulder, he smothered the roar he had no control over. His thrust was short and furied, as he felt the power build within him. Catherine's slippery wetness contracted over him and her release shook his whole body to the tips of his toes. Curling them into the rumpled bedding, he braced himself, as the force of her orgasm shattered any vestige of control he had left. His hips snapped down once, twice more before the series of electric shocks leapt the length of his spine, to centre in his groin. The power built layer upon layer within his heated body. Taut with tension as the power of his release convulsed and quivered with one last forceful thrust. His head snapped up, eyes glazed, gasping for breath, sucking air into his lungs. Her name was drawn out in one long hiss of his warm breath; the scalding heat of his seed, washing against her womb, nourishing her deep within her depths.

Vincent collapsed over her, recovering enough to roll sideways, pulling Catherine with him. He gathered her to his breast, wrapping his arms around her, legs still entwined, still buried within her. They held onto each other fiercely, unwilling to separate, the bond resonating with their love for each other. His heart still pounded within his chest. His body was utterly and completely drained. He could not have moved if his life depended upon it. Never had be felt so complete, so at peace with himself, satiated so completely that he felt his bones had liquefied. Licking his dry lips, trying to form the words, his voice croaked with emotion.

"Catherine... Catherine... there are no words... no words." His eyes felt like lead as be struggled to open them, to gaze upon her face.

Catherine snuggled against him. Basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, her eyes locked with his and trembled anew at the feelings of love she held for this unique man. Her fingers touched upon his lips, tracing the outline.

"Shhhh... Vincent no words are needed. Our hearts know the truth of our love. There is something you must remember, must never forget. With love all things are possible. This is the beginning Vincent, of our life together. Just the beginning."

Vincent captured her breath with a gentle kiss, as be whispered "Yes" against her lips. Pulling the rumpled comforter up and over them, they snuggled down within its warmth, to dream of a life together. A life that was always destined to be.

THE  END