UPON A BALCONY
my gutter sisters (you know who you are!)
knew he was coming long before she heard the faint rustle of his cloak in the
warm summer breeze. Out of the corner of her eye she spied him land noiselessly
at the other extremity of the balcony but didn't move, looking out at the city
lights beyond the dark sea of the park beneath. Belying her immobility her heart
rushed out to welcome him and she felt his loving answer through their wide open
connection. It thrilled her to be able to feel him so clearly now, and she also
sensed his amusement about that. Vincent was in a joyous, playful mood tonight,
a side of him she had seen very little of before but was fast getting used to as
it seemed to surface more and more often of late, to her great delight.
Catherine stood there, her hands on the low wall, trying to look as relaxed as
possible though her whole body tingled with expectation as he approached her
slowly from behind. A mischievous sparkle in their bond told her he was up to
something, but she had no way of knowing what and let out a squeal of surprise
when his hands suddenly covered her eyes.
who?" the velvet voice asked.
giggled. All right, two could play at that silly game! "Santa Claus?"
the right season. Try again?"
more like it, but wrong. Last try!"
I know! The Chesshire Cat!"
heard his soft laughter close to her ear. She had told him a few days ago that
when he smiled with his hood on ľand he did smile a lot lately- his eyes and
teeth shone in the shadow, making him look just like the cat in 'Alice in
Wonderland'. It still made her marvel to be able to say such things to him and
have him laugh in answer. She just loved to hear him laugh, it was a sound she'd
so rarely heard before!
great warm hands slid from her eyes to come and cup her shoulders, caressing her
temples and throat on the way, and she felt him nuzzle the top of her head.
quite," he chuckled." I'm a little more... real than that."
yes!" she heartfully agreed, shivering under his caress. "Though I
still have trouble believing it sometimes..."
felt the heat of his body hover even closer, without touching her yet, and
sensed a shift in his mood, not quite so playful anymore. "You had better
believe it, Catherine," he husked. He stepped slightly forward to bring
them in full contact and his arms moved to cross on her chest, pulling her
firmly to him. "This is real, and you're mine!"
imperious growl of his voice was belied by the touch of wonder in his heart as
he uttered those posessive words, and Catherine smiled. She was not the only one
who still had trouble believing it. And yet it was true. She was his, and he was
hers. They had finally found their way to each other's love, to each other's
arms, and it was heaven!
least when they were together! If in the past they had already found their time
together too scarce, now every minute they spent apart was sheer torture. Their
long-deprived bodies craved each other's touch, longed to be one always as their
souls were in the newfound closeness of their Bond.
felt a surge of heat through their connection. Vincent's hips thrust softly, the
hard bulge of his arousal pressing into the small of her back while his hands
found her breasts, cupping and fondling them through the light fabric of her
gown. She moaned, arching into his caress, begging for more, and in answer he
pushed the silk straps down her arms, baring her to the waist for his touch. She
shivered with bliss as the long, deft fingers found and teased her hardened
nipples, and heard his purring growl in response.
was the way it was now. The slightest contact never failed to inflame them both,
and when they were alone together the most innocent touch could escalate within
minutes into hot, passionate lovemaking. Even when they were not alone they had
to remember to behave, as they had a tendancy to lose themselves in each other
and forget everything else. Catherine now spent as much time as she could Below
and the tunnel dwellers had soon learned -some to their own burning
embarrassment- that Vincent's chamber was no more a place you could barge into
without warning. And if truth be told they had also learned that it was wise to
make noise before entering any supposedly empty place, for the lovers didn't
always make it to Vincent's bed.
'misbehaviour' generally encountered smiling indulgence from the people Below,
who had wished just that for them for a long time now. Yes, even Father, who was
obviously glad that his son had found happiness at last. Except on that occasion
when he had entered the library with Kipper and Samantha... Catherine's lips
twitched in an impish grin at the memory and she pushed her body back into
Vincent's, eliciting a growl and
another, more imperious thrust of his hips.
his lifelong restraints shattered Vincent had revealed himself a surprisingly
uninhibited, very imaginative -and apparently tireless- lover, and it looked
like they would not have enough of a lifetime to explore the endless paths
leading to their mutual pleasure. That encounter in the library had been a quick
but hot one, well worth the stern sermon it had earned them! Of course they had
felt somewhat embarrassed at the idea that the children might have seen them in
action had they arrived a few seconds earlier and they had actually tried
to show a little more restraint after that but now that the embers that had been
glowering between them for so long had finally burst into an open fire, it was
one almost impossible to control.
their time together was still so limited! Catherine had started to work on that
problem, fighting to reduce her workload at the DA's office, and if she didn't
succeed she would look for another less demanding job without too many regrets
for she had her priorities clearly lined up:Vincent was all that mattered now!
She had begun to consider moving, too, finding a house with a tunnel entrance, a
bridge between their two worlds where they could be safely together, at last.
True bliss! Yet that would entail leaving her apartment and giving up this
balcony, for long the only place that had been truly theirs... How many hours
they had spent there together, talking, reading and dreaming of things that they
feared could never be!
sensed the change in her mood and his touch lightened to one of comforting
leaned gratefully into his warm embrace. "I was just thinking... it's been
a long time since we've stood here looking at the night together."
chuckled. "Indeed! It seems that in the last weeks we often have been...
otherly engaged. Do you regret it?" he chided.
don't be silly!" she retorted, grinning to the city lights. Vincent
certainly had no more qualms about entering her apartment, and had given her
ample proof of that! He had loved her on her bed, of course, in many delicious
ways, but they had found the sofas and the floor in front of the fireplace very
interesting possibilities too. The shower and bath, if a little cramped for
Vincent's size -and somewhat hazardous with their dangerously protruding
spigots- were nevertheless fun! And they had recently discovered that the
kitchen counter was just the right height...
found herself aroused again by the mere evocation of those moments and rubbed
herself sensuously against Vincent, needing him to deepen his touch. A strong
surge in their bond answered her, both imperiously erotic and carefully
controlled, and she surrendered instantly, trusting herself into his lead.
Vincent always knew exactly what she needed, and when he didn't give it to her
right away it only meant he had something even better in mind...
sensed his great, warm body press itself even closer against hers, and felt his
hot breath in her ear as he began talking, his voice low and raspy.
have been one acquainted with the night... Many times I have felt that poem
had been written for me. I'm a creature of the night, Catherine, whether the
endless night of the tunnels, or the shining, sparkling night of the city that
nevertheless hides me enough that I can come and go in your world. In the past I
would often climb to a rooftop and sit there for hours. There was only the city,
the night, and me. I found it both thrilling and soothing to look at all those
lights, at all those lives at my feet, none of them aware of my existence. But
it also made my aloneness sometimes unbearable, and I couldn't help hoping,
dreaming, that among all those lights there might some day
be one that would shine upon my life."
heart rushed out to his through their connection. It's all over, love, I'm
here now, always! In response he hunched over her, enveloping her with his
powerful stature while his hands began roaming possessively over her body.
one night, Catherine, " he continued, his voice thick with emotion "my
prayers were answered. The night gave you to me. Even though I knew I had to
give you back to your world, it was the end of my aloneness. For among those
myriads of anonymous lights one was forever connected to my heart. From then on
there was the city, and the night, and you!"
he spoke one of his hands found her naked breast again, gently playing with the
hardened tip, while the other one went to her leg to pull up her gown and seek
its way up the naked, quivering flesh of her thigh.
was drawn to your light like a moth to a flame, Catherine. I found my way back
to you and miraculously you accepted me into your life. Even if we were
separated by obstacles that seemed at the time unsurmountable we could share
some time, and we shared a place. This place. Little
time and a small place but they were ours, and in that limited realm I could
dream you were mine."
accentuated his caress on her nipple and his other hand pushed her thighs
slightly apart to seek her warm, wet center, making her moan with delight.
I have dreamed of touching you this way, Catherine! The hours I spent here with
you were the happiest ones of my life, yet they were torture, too. Torture to
guess at your lovely body under your light, sometimes transparent gowns. To be
intoxicated by the sweet scent of you. To watch your lips without kissing them
and hold your body in my arms without claiming it. The worst of all was to feel
your need and not allow myself to fulfill it. If sometimes I ran from you, or
just remained there, staring out at the night, it was because that was all I
could do not to pounce on you and make you mine, right here on this
listened, both helplessly aroused by his words and touch and fascinated by the
raspier tone of his voice, the darker hues in their connection as his other side
came closer to the surface, a part of him he had learned to unleash without fear
in their intimate moments. Vincent always made love to her with everything that
he was, simply because he could deny her no part of his being, could give her no
less than his whole self. And she wouldn't have had it any other way!
finger found her most sensitive place and teased her lightly, yet she was so
ready that it almost sent her reeling and she couldn't help a frustrated moan
when his hand withdrew.
Catherine, " he softly growled to soothe her, as his hands pulled her gown
down do her feet and gently urged her to step out of it, leaving her naked and
shivering more with expectation than with the caress of the balmy breeze. He was
towering over her from behind, still fully dressed and cloaked, himself a part
of the night, and Catherine began trembling with impatient need as she heard the
faint sound of his belt buckle. Soon his warm hand was on her shoulder, urging
her to bend slightly forward, and she sensed the heat of his naked flesh close
to her back. When he spoke again his voice was as dark as the night that
you are mine, Catherine, as I am yours. Now there is the city, and the night,
and US!" The last consonant ended in a hissing sigh of rapture as he
grasped her hips and claimed her depths in one deep, sure thrust.
cried out with pure joy. Every time they made love the first sensation of him
filling her was a new miracle, making her body and soul complete. A feeling
intense enough to rivalize with the completion of orgasm itself. She knew
Vincent felt the same and for a few precious seconds they remained still,
absorbing the sheer bliss of their renewed oneness.
his hands on either side of hers on the balcony wall, Vincent curved his body
over hers, surrounding her with his warmth and strength while he moved slowly at
first. They were both ready, more than ready, and very soon the gentle rhythm
wasn't enough. Catherine moaned, pushing back against Vincent to claim more of
him and he complied with an eager growl, unleashing his full power in hard, deep
were flying above the city. The night had taken both of them in its welcoming
arms and they soared as one on the wings of their shared, fast escalating
sensations. The faraway lights were dancing along with the waves of rapture that
carried the lovers to almost impossible heights. Catherine felt Vincent's teeth
grasp the curve of her neck as his hand sought her nub to push them both over
the edge in an explosive release. The city lights burst out in a myriad of
shooting stars as Vincent's essence burst rhythmically into Catherine's
convulsing core, his teeth holding her still with gentle firmness.
he withdrew from her body to straighten up his slightly trembling legs and sat
back on one of her dainty wrought-iron chairs, pulling her on his lap. They sat
there for a while, enjoying the wild aftershocks of pleasure still coursing
through their bodies. Catherine had laid her head on Vincent's chest and happily
listened to the beats of his great heart slowly coming back to their normal
rhythm. When the last sparkles of rapture had subsided and they began to feel
drowsy, she reluctantly lifted her head from the warm comfort of his chest. It
was the first time since he had arrived that she really looked at him and she
smiled on seeing that his hood was still up, hiding his features to her sight.
grinned up at him."You know what, Vincent? I think that even if I find us a
house, I'm definitely going to keep this apartment!"
shadows beneath the hood lit up with a Chesshire cat leer. "Wise decision,
Catherine," he said, rising from the chair to carry her inside. "I
believe there are quite a few places we haven't tried yet!"