Hey, just a quick update on the future of this fic. The story's received a lot more positive feedback than I had anticipated, so I plan to continue updating regularly until it's finished. Anyways, back to the story….

Fox and Pepper squeezed their way through the crowd at the party. Fox didn't like the urgency in Pepper's voice; it sounded as though he needed something, and knew Fox was not going to enjoy being asked such a favor. Pepper led the vulpine out onto the balcony where Fox had found Falco's letter.

"Fox, I need to ask a favor of you."

"I guessed as much….What is it you need?" Fox said, a bit uneasy.

"I need you to assassinate someone, and he's here at this party right now."

Fox was a bit stunned, but thought about the dog's request.

"Who is it and why do they deserve to die?" Fox asked. At this moment he was very much against killing someone at his own wedding reception.

"Wolf's lieutenant, remember? He was at the ceremony?"

"Pepper, you and I both know he's not a criminal. Not anymore at least. I'm not about to go killing someone I know hasn't done anything wrong in years." Fox was moving back towards the party. Pepper laid a hand on Fox's shoulder, pulling gently.

"We have intel that he's planning something. He needs to die."

"I'm not going to do this. The intel could be wrong, and it's my wedding day. Get someone else to do it if it has to be done." With that, Fox walked back into the reception hall, making his way back towards Krystal.

"May God have mercy on us…," the old general mumbled as he slowly followed. Pepper knew that intel wasn't false. He also knew Fox would never kill him. It was worth a shot. Pepper wasn't mad, nor was he disappointed. He returned to the bar, and stayed there for the duration of the night.

It was midnight, and the party had begun to die down. Some people had already left; others were getting ready to leave. Fox hadn't told Krystal what Pepper wanted, which worried the vixen.

"What was it that Pepper wanted?" The couple was currently sitting on a couch in the lounge of the reception hall.

"Oh, it was nothing," Fox lied.

"Bullshit."

"Okay," Fox leaned in and whispered into her ear so nobody could hear him. "He wanted me to kill Wolf's lieutenant. Right here, right now."

"What the fuck is wrong with him? It's our wedding day! At our own party?"

"Yeah, I thought it was pretty fucked up too." Fox said, and the discussion on the matter ceased between the two.

The reception had ended, and Fox and Krystal were in the honeymoon suite in a hotel near the Cornerian Interplanetary Spaceport. Tomorrow the two of them would be leaving for Zoness for a three week honeymoon vacation there. Krystal had expressed a deep desire to spend time on the tropical planet, as she said it was the most similar planet to Cerinia that still existed. Fox had just come out of the bathroom, and there lay Krystal, in a very….intriguing position. She was in her underwear-as was Fox- and was lying on her side, with one hand on her hip and the other propped underneath her head. She looked up innocently at Fox, who was smiling, as well as slowly advancing towards the bed. Taking in his surroundings, Fox could see two glasses of wine, one red, and one white, sitting on the nightstand. The air smelled faintly of lilac, and jazz music was softly playing in the background. Fox took the two glasses and passed the glass of white wine to Krystal.

"I'm glad to see my husband knows what I like to drink," she said, taking a small sip from the glass.

"I think I know what else you want, too," he said, placing his hand on her thigh.

"Oh, you know me too well."

"Indeed I do," he said, taking the glass from her hand and placing it gently on the nightstand again. Then, he positioned himself on top of her, slowly bringing his lips to hers. Fox moved his tail towards the lamp on the nightstand and flipped its switch, causing the room to go dark.

"Oh, you're good," he heard Krystal whisper. "Show me how resourceful you can REALLY be."

Fox awoke early in the morning, as he always had. His strict discipline had attributed to that. Krystal lay there, naked, with her head on Fox's chest, which was rising and falling softly. Fox, too, was naked, and was content with laying there and watching Krystal sleep. He watched as her tail sent ripples through the sheets, swaying softly under the thin blanket. Fox decided not to disturb her, although he wanted to get up and leave her to her sleep. It didn't seem normal for Fox to stay idle in bed for more than ten minutes after waking up. He stirred himself a bit, causing Krystal to move her head off his sternum and onto the pillow above her head. Fox took her arm from around his neck and placed it in a natural position.

Fox stood up from the bed and walked out to the balcony, which gave a perfect overview of the Spaceport. Below him were hundreds of ships, small and large, fast and slow.

"My Arwing could've outrun all of those." He mumbled to himself. Fox still wasn't ready for family life, and though he could adjust, his fingers itched for the controls of an Arwing. Krystal was purring back to awareness, moving underneath the covers behind Fox. She walked over to him, still naked, and hugged him around the neck, kissing him on the cheek. She could sense that he was in deep thought.

"What's the matter?" She asked, somewhat seductively. It wasn't normal for Krystal, but when she was riled up, a fun time was going to be had.

"I….I don't know if I'm ready." Fox said, defeated and tired.

"Ready for what?" Now Krystal had calmed down, and seemed to be genuinely concerned for Fox.

"This. I don't know if I'm ready to be a husband." He looked in her indigo eyes. "Look, I love you and care for you more than I've cared about anything that has ever existed in this universe. I feel as though there may be some growing pains to this new life of ours, and I want you to promise me that you'll stick through it with me, because I can't get through this without you." He was taking her hand now. "I'm going to fuck up. I can feel it. I don't know how badly, but I'll fuck up somewhere. I need you to be my ally when that happens."

"Fox, I'll always be at your side, no matter what you do or how badly you screw things up. I know you're trying, and that all this is very strange and foreign to you. I love you. Don't worry anymore." Fox hugged her tightly for a few moments, then pulled away, taking her hand and moving back towards the indoors. Suddenly, she threw him onto the bed, and sat up on top of him. Apparently she was still "excited."

"Now, time for round two! DING DING! Fight!" She exclaimed, pressing her lips strongly against his. Fox knew that the sex that was coming was going to be of the style Krystal had always enjoyed more: rough and quick. Fox let it happen, as he secretly enjoyed their sexual experiences very much, maybe even more than Krystal did. He closed his eyes and waited, letting Krystal do whatever she wanted to him….

The flight to Zoness was dull, as most commercial flights are, save for a few sights of distant planets like Fichina and Aquas. Once they landed, Krystal and Fox moved into yet another honeymoon suite, although the view from this room's balcony was of the deep blue oceans of the vacation planet. Fox knew what lay ahead of him; three weeks of intense thought, rousing sex, and partying, as well as seeing the pristine sights that lay within the Zonesian jungles. These were Fox's last thoughts as he drifted into sleep, with Krystal again resting her head on his chest.