Vincent was just going back to his chamber when he heard someone mention his name, but he wasn’t quite sure who it was.
“I wonder who wants me now? Though I wish people would stop pestering me sometimes.”
Meanwhile, in his chamber Catherine heard him, and thinking out loud she said,“I wish a certain someone would pester me,” and at that very moment Vincent entered his chamber.
“How exactly would you like me to “pester” you Catherine? The possibilities are endless.” And he gave her one of his rare smiles.
She didn’t know what to say, and just as she was trying to think of an answer, there was a message for Vincent on the pipes from Father, asking Vincent to go and see him.
So stalling for time she said to him,“Perhaps you had best go and see what Father wants you for first Vincent, I’ll still be here when you get back.”
“Yes you’re right,” he told her and he left his chamber after giving her a very knowing smile. And she was left feeling very mischievous in his absence.
“Right,” she thought, “how would I like Vincent to pester me, and how can I suggest those things without scaring him off?” Then she remembered that knowing smile as he left her, and wondered what he was thinking of.
Vincent was gone quite a long time, so she decided to lie on his bed ‘til he came back. When he finally did, he saw that she had fallen asleep, and a mischievous smile crossed his face.
Very quietly, so as not to wake her, he crossed to the bed after picking up a long feather from the table. He got on to the bed beside her, and put his plan into action.
First he drew the feather across her cheek, and she stirred slightly. Next he trailed across her chin, with the same result. Then very daringly, unable to believe his boldness, he put the feather into the v-neck of her blouse, and then withdrew it very slowly.
This time it had the desired effect, and she came fully awake. At first she couldn’t believe that he was actually on the bed beside her, so she closed her eyes again, and then re-opened them. He was beside her.
“Vincent,” she murmured.
“What’s wrong my love, are you lost for words?”
Catherine’s jaw dropped, and she was truly speechless, because she couldn’t believe that he’d called her “my love.”
Very gently he closed her mouth.
“Now Catherine, what were you saying about me pestering you?”
She tried to bluster her way out of it, but Vincent wasn’t having any.
“Shall I pester you like this?” and he dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Or like this?” and he kissed her nose.
“Or like this and this?” and he kissed each cheek.
By now Catherine was breathless, because she couldn’t believe what he was doing.
“Or like this?” and he finally kissed her mouth.
“Oh Vincent, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting you to do that.”
“I believe I do, because for some time I have sensed your need.” And then he lowered his head and took her mouth again. Gently at first, but then he angled his head, and deepened the kiss.
When they finally came up for air, they were both stunned.
“Vincent,” she managed to whisper, “do you think you could…?
“What my love?”
“Pester me some more.”
“I think I could manage that.”
And he lowered his head to her mouth once more.
Then all was quiet for some time, as he continued to “pester” her.