Nine Months

Summary: One drunken night and a plus sign later, two strangers are in for the ride of a lifetime. Will it bring them closer together, or force them apart? They've got nine months to find out..

A/N Hello! New story time! I hope everyone likes it:) This story will be about 12 chapters long, and possibly an epilogue. Enjoy! Characters are mildly OOC and there is no beast in this story. Still working on my SAB story, but the plot bunny for this just wouldn't go away!

Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!

DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!

Chapter 1

It started with a wedding...

Catherine Chandler was mad. She couldn't believe her baby sister had relegated her to the singles table. THE SINGLES TABLE! Now, as she watched the new Mr and Mrs Marks do their first dance as newlyweds, Catherine was once again reminded of the fact that she was utterly alone. Why hadn't she thought to ask someone from work to come with her? Catherine swore she could feel everyone's eyes on her as she sat by herself at the lonely table. She could almost hear the remarks being said about her...

"Poor thing couldn't get a date to her own sister's wedding..."

"Such a waste of a pretty face, without a man next to her..."

"Always figured Heather would get married first, since Catherine rarely dates..."

"She needs a man..."

Catherine was so absorbed in her thoughts, that she didn't notice anyone else had sat next to her. Not until a warm hand touched hers, and she heard a deep voice ask if she was alright. She jumped, and the hand immediately moved away.

Catherine blinked a few times, and looked toward the owner of the voice. Holy SHIT!

The man, who in Catherine's opinion looked like sex on a stick, was looking at her with concern. His lips moved, but she couldn't understand his words. She shook her head, and tried to focus.

"I'm sorry, what?" was the first thing to come out of her mouth. Catherine cringed inwardly when the man chuckled.

"I said, are you a friend of the bride or groom?" he stared. I swear I could orgasm just from listening to his voice! Jesus, I need to get laid!

Catherine blushed slightly. She shook her head again. "Oh! Well, kinda both. Heather is my little sister, and Evan and I work together," she offered. The man quirked an eyebrow. "I'm Catherine, by the way," she said, thrusting out her hand.

He looked at her hand for a few seconds, before he finally took it in his hand, and shook it. "Vincent," he replied.

Catherine smiled. "Nice to meet you, Vincent. So, are you a friend of the bride or groom?" she asked, repeating his question. Vincent laughed.

"The groom. Evan and I were college roommates, along with another of my best friends, JT. Evan never mentioned that Heather had an older sister," he put out there.

Catherine shrugged. "We are actually half sisters. We have different fathers. And, I'm kind of the black sheep in the family, so I'm not surprised I've never been mentioned."

"Now you've peaked my curiosity. How is a beautiful woman like you the black sheep of anything?" Vincent asked her.

Catherine blushed when Vincent called her beautiful, but she knew better. She wasn't anything special. He was obviously just being nice.

A few minutes passed before Catherine realized that Vincent was still waiting for her answer. She shrugged again, and looked away.

She was startled when Vincent reached out, and gently forced her face back around toward him again. Her hazel eyes clashed with his chocolate brown ones. Catherine's breath caught. She pulled loose of his gentle grip, and exhaled sharply.

"My parents split up before I was born, before my mother even knew she was pregnant with me. Not too long after, she met Thomas Chandler. They fell in love and he adopted me when I was born. Heather came along a few years later," Catherine said, her gaze drifting toward Heather, who was standing next to Evan as they mingled with the guests. Catherine smiled sadly.

"From the beginning, I felt out of place, though I didn't know why. I didn't even know that Thomas wasn't my real father, at least not until recently. My mom passed away while I was in college, and I decided to go to the Police Academy after I graduated. My choice...didn't sit well with my dad or Heather. They both thought that I was making a huge mistake."

Catherine looked over toward Thomas, who was laughing with Brooke, his new wife. They had gotten married the year before. Catherine glanced at Vincent, surprised that he hadn't gotten up and walked away yet. Most men would have already beat a hasty departure. He gave her a smile, encouraging her to continue.

"Heather especially was freaked out. After we lost mom...well, Heather just kept going on and on about not wanting to lose me as well. I finally screamed at her that I was an adult, and was capable of making choices on my own, without needing my family to hold my hand. I stormed out of the house, and didn't go back until after I graduated the academy a year ago."

Vincent nodded. "Wow! That's quite a story."

"That's the short version. I won't bore you with the long version. Besides, I'm sure your date is probably missing you by now anyway," Catherine hedged, hoping he would get the message. God, what had possessed her to divulge that much personal information? She was never that open to a complete stranger.

Vincent laughed. "I didn't bring a date. When I saw you sitting at the table, I was just so happy I wouldn't need to be alone! It's torture coming to these kind of things alone, as I'm sure you are fully aware."

For the first time that night, Catherine gave him a genuine smile, and he smiled back.

Catching the eye of one of the waiters, she grabbed two champagne glasses. Handing one to Vincent, they held them up.

"To not being alone," she toasted. He echoed her words and they clinked glasses. The cool liquid glided down their throats.

They set the glasses down, and signaled to the waiter for more...

"...And then, Heather realized that her bikini top had somehow come off. So Evan, being the gentleman that he is, raced into the ocean to look for it. When he finally surfaced, I think he hacked out half a lung full of water! And, he never did find her top, so she ended up stealing his shirt, right off his back! You would think he had never shown off his naked chest, as loud as he protested!" Vincent recounted, laughing hysterically.

Catherine wheezed in her seat, trying not to snort champagne back out her nose.

She and Vincent were both more than slightly plastered. Three empty champagne bottles sat atop their table, and Vincent was currently drinking straight out of a fourth. He had taken off his tie awhile ago, and had unbuttoned several buttons on his shirt not too long after. Catherine couldn't take her eyes off the wide expanse of chest that he displayed to her. Her eyes feasted hungrily on the abs she could see defined through his tight shirt. Catherine ached to reach out and run her hands over his flesh.

"I wish I could have been there," Catherine said, her voice slightly husky from the amount of alcohol she had consumed.

Vincent gazed at her, his expression unreadable. "Me too," he replied, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. His eyes raked over her, and Catherine felt the room getting warmer.

"Wow, it's getting hot in here. Excuse me, I really need to get some air," Catherine said as she stood up, her balance unsteady. Thankfully, they were close to an open door that opened into a garden. Catherine made her way toward the gazebos that was at its center.

She stood there for a few moments, breathing deeply, trying to clear her head a little. Her thoughts were jumbled in her head.

She was attracted to Vincent. He was everything she could want in a man. But, she also knew, from past experience, that it wouldn't work. He had divulged that he had just finished Med school two years before, and was on his second year of residency at St. Benjamin's Hospital. He was soooooooo far out of her league, it was almost laughable. All she could offer was that she was a Junior Detective at the NYPD.

But, ohhhhhh how much she wanted him...

Catherine was wallowing in her thoughts, when she was suddenly spun around. She got an impression of dark hair and chocolate eyes before warm lips landed on hers. She gasped, her brain trying to catch up. The kiss deepened, and Catherine moaned, his hands at her waist, pulling her closer.

She pressed against him, and felt the impressive bulge at the front of his trousers. Unconsciously, she pressed against him, trying to create friction. He moaned deep in his throat, and pulled away. Catherine opened her eyes and stared at Vincent.

He rested his forehead against hers, and panted loudly. His hand reached down, and squeezed her ass gently. Catherine gasped.

"This may sound forward, but I want you so badly right now. I feel like I have known you forever. I need to feel you against me. Do you feel it too? The pull?" Vincent asked, his voice low.

Catherine nodded her head, words impossible. His hands tightened around her waist. He leaned down, kissing her lips again. When he pulled back, he whispered, "Come to my room with me?" All of the wedding guests had booked rooms at the hotel, so no one had to drive home drunk.

Catherine nodded again, and he took her hand in his. They cut around the reception, and made their way to the front of the hotel the reception took place in. They took the elevator up to the 6th floor, Vincent holding her hand the whole time.

They reached his room in record time. He unlocked the door and pulled her inside. Once the door was locked behind them, Catherine gasped as she was slammed against it, his body pressed against hers, as his lips came crashing on to hers again. He grabbed her waist, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He ground his erection against her silk clad center, eliciting a moan from Catherine. She clawed at the door, striving to find purchase.

She heard the zipper going down on her strapless dress. His hands then grabbed her dress, lifting it up and over her head. The cool air hit her heated skin, and she gasped when she felt her nipples tightening. She hadn't bothered to wear a bra. A moan escaped both their lips as his hands came up, molding to her breasts. His thumbs brushed against her erect nipples, and Catherine threw her head back, arching into his hands.

She fumbled with his dress shirt, the buttons frustrating her. Vincent set her down, and ripped the shirt off himself. Catherine immediately ran her hands over the chest and abs that had been haunting her all night. Vincent groaned when she leaned down, kissing her way to the belt on his pants. She undid the buckle with shaky fingers, and released the button at his waist, lowering the fly on his pants. She pulled the pants down quickly. His erection strained against his boxers, and Catherine couldn't wait to see him in his glory. She pulled down the boxers eagerly.

His erection sprang up, and Catherine's eyes widened. She could feel the liquid pooling in her underwear. Holy SHIT! Reaching out, Catherine gently grasped his length, and smirked as Vincent groaned loudly. She ran her hand over him, and was happy to hear him gasp out her name. Feeling bold, she gently ran her tongue over the head.

Vincent thrust forward, and Catherine opened her mouth to take more of him in. She sucked him in and began bobbing her head to his thrusts. Vincent was grunting above her, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

Just as she felt him start to swell, Vincent pulled back, his dick coming out of her mouth with a pop. Catherine was lifted upward, her breasts pressed against his chest. He kissed her hungrily, and she could feel him moving them backward. A few seconds later, her back pressed against the soft comforter on his bed, as his hard chest and legs pressed into her front.

He rained kisses on her neck and collarbone, working his way down. Catherine gasped when she felt his lips on her nipple. His tongue laved the tight nub, and Catherine gasped out his name. His other hand reached up, giving the other breast equal time. Catherine grasped his dark hair, and held him in place. His teeth nipped at the bud, his tongue then soothing the bite. When he had teased the nipple to his satisfaction, Vincent switched sides, giving her other nipple the same treatment. Catherine thrust her chest upward, grinding against him, seeking friction. Her panties were soaked and she wanted him there.

Releasing her nipple, Vincent gazed up at her with hungry eyes, before he continued his kisses downward. His lips met the waistband of her panties, and he grasped them, pulling them down her legs. Catherine raised her hips, helping him. He settled between her thighs, pulling her legs apart gently.

He stared at the bounty before him, before diving in. Catherine thrust upward, her voice catching in her throat as she felt his tongue on her swollen clit. He licked her outer lips, before sucking her clit into his mouth.

"OH SHIT!" Catherine screamed out, as she orgasmed violently. Her body shook and twitched as she saw Vincent licking her hungrily, as he swallowed her juices. Catherine was coming down from her high when she felt his finger enter her, his tongue still licking her folds.

Catherine grasped his hair again, as his finger pushed into her warmth. He added a second finger, stretching her a little and making her gasp loudly. "Harder..." she panted out. Seconds later, he was thrusting his fingers in harder, and she moaned as a second orgasm quickly overtook her.

When she became coherent again, Vincent was leaning over her, his erection just brushing her entrance. His hands came up, brushing her sweaty hair away from her face. He gazed down at her. "Do you still want this?" he whispered.

Catherine nodded her head, and sighed as she felt him thrust into her, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He began a slow rhythm, allowing her to get used to his size. When she began moving against him, Vincent picked up his pace, whispering words that Catherine didn't pay attention to. She did hear him however, when he looked her in the eye and told her, "You are so beautiful, Catherine. So...perfect..."

Minutes or hours later, Catherine felt her walls begin to tighten again. Vincent's thrusts became erratic, as he began to feel his own orgasm building. Just as Catherine climaxed for the 3rd time, Vincent groaned, emptying his seed into her womb in several hot jets of fluid. He shook above her, before collapsing on top of her, his arms unable to hold his weight anymore.

Several minutes later, Vincent pushed his upper body up, and gazed down at the beautiful woman beneath him. He smiled at her, before leaning down to kiss her again. He settled beside her on the pillow, and Catherine nuzzled into him, before sighing gently. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift. Just before sleep claimed her, she thought she heard him say, "You are more special than you know..." She fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

A/N Well, that was the first chapter. What did you think? Review and show the love:)