So, several of you wanted a smutty continuation to the story and I am happy to oblige. Warning: My imagination may have run wild so it's really smutty and really sexy!

As always, thanks for the reviews and look out for chapter 10 of 'Keeping him safe' and my future VinCat stories.

As their kisses became more passionate, Catherine realized the extent to which Vincent had been holding back his emotions. The few times they had kissed before, she had felt his love and passion but he had not been so forward and demanding as he was now.

They kissed each other repeatedly, barely stopping to gasp for breath before searching for each other's lips again. Catherine could feel herself getting more aroused by the minute and she was sure Vincent was perfectly aware of how worked up she was. His inhibitions seemed to have disappeared, at least for the moment, and she decided to act before his fear would kick in again and cause him to interrupt what they were both clearly enjoying.

She suddenly needed to feel his bare skin and, while still kissing him, she pulled at his T-shirt. Not letting go of her lips, he sat up a bit so she could slide the T-shirt over his back. Their lips briefly parted for her to quickly pull it off completely before they went for an even deeper kiss. As she started caressing Vincent's back, a small moan escaped Catherine's mouth.

Vincent pulled back a few inches to study her face. "Catherine, are you OK?" he whispered, a hint of doubt creeping back into his voice.

Alarm bells went off in Catherine's head. She quickly cupped his face and said: "OK? Vincent, I'm so much more than OK. Can your super senses not pick up on that?"

"Here goes nothing… again!" Cat thought to herself and then just said what was really on her mind: "I was just wondering whether we could move this to your bed."

At her words, Vincent's eyes immediately shone golden and a few veins appeared on his neck. A low growl escaped from his throat. Panic was clearly creeping back into his eyes and replacing the unadulterated passion of a few moments before. He averted his eyes and started to pull away.

"Vincent, look at me, please!" Catherine's voice was soothing. He reluctantly did as she asked. Cat whispered: "I love you. You trust me, right?"

Vincent exhaled and the glow in his eyes disappeared, as did the veins. He nodded and said very quietly:

"I love you, too. I'm just not sure I can trust myself. You know, every fibre of me wants this, wants you. But I'm so into you, I can't think straight. And that scares me…."

"Vincent, I trust you. Utterly and completely. Why don't you take me to your bedroom? I promise I'll make sure we're both fine. And I can do some straight thinking for the two of us, you know?"

Vincent's eyes narrowed briefly. Catherine could see the doubt and fear disappear again and drew a sigh of relief.

"You may well be the end of me, Catherine," he breathed into her mouth before plunging into another mind-blowing kiss. He grabbed her tightly around the waist with his left arm while his right arm moved lower to prop up her behind as he got ready to get up. Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck and –without any apparent effort- Vincent stood up and started moving towards the staircase. He gently put Cat down at the bottom of the stairs and she gave him a playful kiss on the tip of his nose before turning and quickly running up the stairs.

She didn't stop until she reached the foot of his bed. She felt the heat coming off Vincent's body as he stopped just inches behind her. What was he waiting for? As if he had read her thoughts, his right arm suddenly grabbed her around the waist and spun her around. His eyes were dark with love, passion and lust as he drew her into an embrace. His skin seemed to have heated up from when she had touched it downstairs only a couple of minutes earlier. Cat shivered with delight as Vincent's tongue explored her mouth while his hands worked their way from her upper back to her lower back before pulling her blouse from her jeans.

She moaned and gently pushed her hands against his chest, causing him to stop immediately. "Let's get rid of this, shall we?" she said as she started taking off her blouse. Vincent nodded and swallowed hard. He kept his eyes firmly on her face for a few seconds until she took his right hand and pressed it against her collarbone. He immediately started caressing her skin and his eyes also started exploring her exposed skin.

Hopeful that she would be able to convince Vincent that they could be intimate and that they would move on to prove that theory straight away, Catherine –who usually wore comfortable cotton underwear- had carefully chosen her sexiest underwear that morning.

Vincent's trembling fingers traced the left lace strap of her bra and then, so slowly it was pleasantly painful for Cat, moved on to trace the bra's outline over her left breast. His finger lingered on her breastbone for a few seconds while he gazed into her eyes to gauge her reaction. He was clearly pleased with the effect his caresses had on her, a smile forming on his lips. His eyes wandered back to the enticing bra and his finger continued its tentative exploration.

Catherine braced herself for his reaction as she felt his finger approach the scar caused by the shotgun wound. The bra covered most of it but she knew that he would feel the uneven skin under his finger immediately. And she was right: he froze and frowned as soon as he felt the scar. "Catherine?"

She sighed and quickly unhooked her bra. "It's OK, Vincent," she said as she let the bra drop to the floor. She could hear him inhale sharply as he saw the small pink elevated knot right at the top of her circular scar where some of her stitches had ripped the night in the woods, when she had fought Muirfield at his side. "I thought they had done a proper job stitching it up?" Vincent mumbled, clearly shocked and unable to tear his eyes away from the scar.

Catherine put her hand on his jaw and slowly lifted his face until his eyes met hers. "They did," she said. "I partly ripped the scar fighting that Muirfield agent in the woods." Vincent's eyes widened. "Hey, it's not a big deal, OK? My doctor tells me it will look less ugly over time. We're both here now. Let's enjoy this moment, please?" Cat continued and took a small step towards him, closing the distance between them. She shivered as her cool bare skin touched his warm chest and reached up to slide her arms around his neck.

Vincent's body reacted immediately to the feel of her skin against his. He wrapped his arms around her and, kissing her with increased urgency, let his hands wander up and down her back until he could no longer help himself: he let his hands glide down further and started moving his hands up and down her shapely behind. A low growl escaped his throat in response to Catherine's soft moans.

"Time to take off our trousers, I think," Catherine whispered into his mouth. He didn't argue. She took off her boots and slid her trousers off as Vincent took a few steps back and quickly unzipped his jeans. Cat tried kicking her trousers away but one of her trouser legs had got stuck somehow. As she bent down to untangle it, she could hear Vincent chuckle at her. She liked the sound and was relieved that he was still relaxed enough to laugh at the fool she was making of herself.

As she straightened up again, Cat's eyes fell on Vincent's stomach. She had been so absorbed in their kisses and the feel of his skin, and her visual field had been restricted to his upper torso so far, that she had not noticed the long scar that ran from his ribcage down to his hip on his left side.

"Vincent?" she whispered questioningly as she gently traced this new scar, a scar she had known nothing about, with a trembling index finger. He shivered at her touch and then mumbled: "I got it in Afghanistan. And this one, too." He turned slightly and showed her another scar, about five or six inches long, that ran diagonally over the back of his thigh. "Plus a couple of shotgun wounds." He pointed them out to her and she quickly covered them with kisses.

Then she straightened up, took a step back –the back of her knees touching the bed- and took in the man she loved in his entirety. She stretched out both her hands and gently laid them on his stomach, just an inch above his boxer shorts. Then she moved them upwards, very slowly, her fingertips tingling as she felt his body tense up under her touch. She looked into his eyes, and could see that they were starting to shine golden again.

"All good?" she whispered.

Vincent nodded as he stepped closer and bent down to kiss her. She let herself sink onto the bed and he followed her movement. She pushed herself further up the bed and he followed, hovering over her, extremely careful not to crush her. He propped himself up on one arm while his free hand stroked her arms, her shoulders, and her breasts before moving towards her stomach. Her hands frantically wandered over his back and as she pulled him closer, she could briefly feel his erection before he moved back slightly.

Briefly breaking their passionate kiss, Vincent lay down on her right side and pushed himself up on his elbow to look Cat in the eyes. His fingers were playing with the laced border of her panties. "God, you are so beautiful." His eyes had been a constant golden tint for a while now but otherwise he did not show signs of turning. Things were going a lot better than Cat had expected.

"Vincent, baby, I want you so much." Having him so close really drove her insane with desire. She was no longer sure she would be able to think straight for the two of them, as she had promised him. She quickly grabbed his hand and moved it between her legs to show him how ready she was to make love to him.

He gasped before quickly sliding her panties off in one swift movement. He got off the bed to take off his boxer shorts and Catherine smiled at him as he finally stood there in front of her completely naked. As he took in all of her beauty, a low growl escaped his throat. Suddenly, he seemed embarrassed by the sound he had made and as a consequence did not move.

"Vincent, baby… come here, please. I… I want you inside me." Catherine didn't have to beg him further. In one swift movement, he was kneeling on the bed and gently pushed her legs apart. He hovered over her for a brief moment before entering her. Cat gasped at the wonderful sensation and her eyes closed involuntarily. Vincent stopped moving immediately but at least stayed inside her.

"Look at me, look at me, please…" Vincent's voice was tense. "I need you to look at me so I can see if you need me to stop…." His face had tensed up, too, and Catherine could see his veins starting to show again.

"OK, baby, I'm looking at you. Please don't stop… It feels so good…" Cat hoped that the tone of her voice conveyed both reassurance and her desire for him.

Vincent started moving again, very slowly, not taking his eyes off Cat for even a split second. She wanted to thrust herself upward so as to feel him even deeper inside her but was afraid that her sudden movement might cause him to stop altogether. So she bit her lip, forced herself to keep as still as she could, looked at Vincent and stroked his well-built upper arms in an effort to reassure him that she was doing great, both with her gaze and her touch.

Suddenly, without warning, Vincent slid out of her and pushed himself back up into a kneeling position. A small groan escaped Cat's mouth. Was he pulling away? No, he did not flee from the bed; he just looked at her, panting. Cat looked into his face for signs of growing distress. His eyes were by now an even more intense, glowing golden hue, but, after taking several deep breaths, Vincent smiled down at her. She relaxed and waited for him to make the next move, to show her where he would like to go next.

He moved forward again, slotted himself between her knees and shoved his right arm under her lower back, lifting her thighs and hips up towards him until she was at the right height for him to enter her. As he thrust himself into her, Catherine could not help but cry out in pleasure.

"Oh yes, baby," growled Vincent in reply and started moving faster, emitting panting and growling sounds as he went on. He did not take his eyes off her and she forced herself to keep hers wide open, as he had asked her to before.

Catherine's breath became more ragged by the second and, feeling that she was close to climaxing, she whispered: "Pull me up, baby, pull me up!" Vincent sat back onto his heels as he brought his other arm around her waist and quickly pulled her up into a sitting position without sliding out of her.

He sat completely still again for a while, his chest heaving. Cat, too, calmed down somewhat. She looked at Vincent with eyes filled with love and desire as her hands started frantically tousling his hair. The expression in his eyes mirrored hers. Cat could not help but find the golden tint in his irises sexy. Suddenly she needed to feel his lips on hers again, and so she bent forward and passionately claimed his lips, moaning into his mouth as his tongue moved into her mouth and as he started thrusting again.

With a deep sigh, Vincent broke their kiss and buried his face in her hair that was hanging down over her collarbone, while slowing down his movements. "Catherine, baby, you're driving me completely insane. I don't know how long I can resist… before…"

"I know, baby, I know. I am ready, too," Cat whispered back as she started frantically grinding herself against him, impatient for him to increase the tempo.

A loud, visceral growl escaped Vincent's throat and he instantly froze. Cat leaned back a few inches to look at him and saw why he had stopped: his face was showing clear signs of turning. She saw the panic in his eyes increase by the second and knew that he would turn completely and run from her soon. She also knew that in that case it would take her months to convince him to try this again. Vincent kept his body very still but at least his arms were still around her.

"Vincent, baby, don't be afraid. I love you. Nothing bad is going to happen, OK? You're just really aroused," she said as she cupped his half-turned face. "As am I," she added before kissing his lips. They felt slightly different, tougher, but Catherine poured all her love and desire into her kiss. She was relieved that Vincent let her do so.

When he started kissing her back, she slowly started pushing herself up and down against him. Both their breaths became more ragged and Catherine briefly interrupted their kiss to look at him. He was still half-turned but clearly trusted her enough not to run.

"Make me come, baby?" she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck bulging with veins, as she saw the hesitation in his golden eyes.

At her words, something snapped in Vincent. His facial features relaxed, nearly going back to normal, but the sounds coming from his throat sounded more animal. He growled, grabbed her hips and lifted her up enough to nearly slide out of her before pulling her down quickly while thrusting upwards at the same time. Cat let out a moan of pleasure as he filled her deeply and completely. And then another one, as Vincent pulled her up and pushed her down again. Pull and push, pull and push; speeding up between one thrust and the other, causing her sighs to become louder and louder. Vincent panted and growled in response.

Catherine held on to Vincent's neck and made sure to look him into his eyes as she fast approached her climax.

"Vincent, baby, you're going to make me come…" she groaned, as she could feel an orgasm building up. At her words, Vincent sped up even more and, as soon as he felt the convulsions inside her, he growled: "Yes, come for me, baby. Come for me…" before climaxing himself with a loud, primeval snarl only seconds after she had.

Vincent's head dropped onto Cat's shoulder and she started gently stroking his back, waiting for the quivering in his body to subside. It took her a few seconds to realize that he was crying.

"Vincent, baby," she whispered as she moved her hands to his face and tried to make him look up at her. "Talk to me…"

"I'm just relieved that nothing bad happened, you know…"

"There still was a part of you that didn't believe we could actually do this, right? That you would end up hurting me…" Catherine ventured.

Vincent nodded: "Yes. Thank you for proving me wrong. Thank you for waking me from my nightmare…"

"Hey, it wasn't a completely selfless exercise, you know. Turns out this could be a pretty good deal for me too, Vincent."

He looked up at her and whispered: "Are you sure you're alright? Right at the end I might have been too rough…"

"Vincent, baby, I've never been better. And I liked what you did to me at the end, couldn't you tell?"

A smile formed on Vincent's face and Catherine pulled him up into a long, soothing kiss.

"Don't you dare go all Edward Cullen on me," she joked as she finally got off him and caught him examining her entire body as she lay down.

"Who's Edward Cullen?" Vincent asked as he pulled the bed covers over them and bent down to kiss the love of his life.

THE END