"Oh." Mary said, turning her gaze to the floor and blushing. She had almost forgotten that it was her wedding night. Her stomach churned at the thought. Not because she was disgusted by him (In fact she found him very attractive. She had since she first cleaned the blood off of him in the desert.), she was simply nervous.

What if she was bad at it? Or if he didn't like her body? But before she could get too lost in her anxiety, Vulpes began stroking her arm.

"It will be all right." He whispered softly, as if sensing her turmoil.

"O-ok…" She replied, trying to steady her breathing. His voice was so soothing it almost melted all of her worries away. Slowly his hand began to trace over her collar bone and up to her neck. He massaged her neck and shoulders for a few moments, releasing her tension, and lulling her into into a content daze. He then gently brushed the hair from her face and gazed into her eyes.

"I…think I can do this." She said.

"Good." He replied before pressing his lips to hers. He then slowly slid his tongue into her mouth. She was reluctant at first, having basically no experience in kissing, but she soon found herself grappling his tongue for control. While she was distracted by the wet dance of their tongues, Vulpes planted his hand firmly on her breast and began to massage it gently. He smirked when she gasped in surprise. Then, in one swift motion, he scooped her up bridal style, carried her over to the bed and laid her down. He then straddled her, roughly grabbing at her shirt until he had torn it completely off. He nipped at her neck and rubbed her breasts until a longing moan escaped her lips.

God, she wanted him.

He only stopped their passionate embrace to undress. While he removed his armor she removed the rest of her clothes, throwing them to the ground. She was usually finicky about that sort of thing but at this moment she didn't care.

"Fuck it." She thought. "If they get dirty, they just get dirty."

She then looked up and their eyes met; his were glazed over, full of a primal lust she had never seen in him before. Fear filled her eyes. He was usually so calm and composed. Was this his true nature?

Then, almost as if sensing her fear pushed him over the edge, he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Mary let out a gasp as he began to work his hand between her legs. She felt a slight pressure followed by a single finger caressing her inner walls.

"Ahhhh…." She purred and arched her back. He had found her spot. Then, just as the pressure inside her began to build, he pulled his finger away. Mary whined pitifully in protest.

She was at his mercy and he loved it.

He repeated this process several times. Teasing her, letting her pleasure build then cruelly taking it away.

He chuckled as she squirmed in ecstasy. He was in complete control.

Eventually, Vulpes could wait no longer; he quickly flipped himself on top of her and positioned himself. He took one last look at her before he entered. She was biting her lip in anticipation. She looked so innocent; he couldn't wait to break her in. He then swiftly entered her and began pumping inside her at a steady pace.

The pain was unlike any she had ever felt before; it traveled like tiny powerful shocks up her body. "V-Vulpes!" She groaned through gritted teeth. "S-stop…I c-cant take it!"

"Yes you can!" He growled fiercely in her ear and quickened his pace.

A shiver ran down her spine. Her pleadings had done nothing to stop him. This terrified her, but strangely enough, thrilled her at the same time. Due to her privileged upbringing she had been given what she wanted when she wanted almost her entire life, but at that moment she was entitled to nothing. She was at his mercy, and as much as it shamed her to admit, she found it exhilarating.

Slowly the pain started to subside and was replaced by waves of pleasure. She moaned as she felt her climax approaching. (Now she understood why the NCR soldiers in Freeside were most excited to visit the "workers" in Gomorrah and The Wrangler.) She heard Vulpes grunt and something warm spill into her. Then suddenly she felt her own release as wave of pleasure bloomed from inside her. She let out satisfied moan before Vulpes collapsed on top of her.

She listened to his breathing, it was quick but controlled. After a moment he withdrew from her and lay on his back at her side. Without thinking Mary rolled over, laid her head on his chest, and wrapped her arm around him. Vulpes jumped slightly at the contact.

"What are you doing?" He asked, bewildered.

"Cuddling…" She answered slowly. "Isn't that what people do after sex?" Her tone was completely serious.

"I…suppose they do." Vulpes replied.

While most men in the Legion did not practice it, he was familiar with the practice of cuddling. He had been on many infiltration missions and had bedded many non-slave women and had held them afterwards. This was different, however. Usually he was the one to initiate the act, not out of affection, but to keep up his ruse. Mary was also unlike the other women he had held. They were easy to manipulate, to coax into bed. They were no innocents, not like her.

Vulpes reluctantly wrapped his arms around her, returning the embrace. He then stroked her hair and inhaled deeply. Despite all she had been through she still smelled nice.

Silently Mary thought of the day. She had been so busy thinking only of survival, that she had avoided anything else that might have drifted into her mind. But in the dim lighted silence inside the tent her mind wandered.

It was her wedding day, and it was nothing like she had ever imagined. There was no music or words of congratulations from friends or family. No pre-war dress her mother had fixed up especially for the occasion. No Followers priest to perform the ceremony. They had no rings, and her father had not given her away. Hell, the marriage was probably not even valid in the eyes of her God.

Her thoughts then fell to her parents. Did they know what had happened to Vegas yet? Did they think she was dead? They certainly wouldn't assume she had married the head of Caesars Frumatarrii. Tears filled her eyes as the reality sunk in that she would almost defiantly never see them again.

Mary kept her face hidden from Vulpes; she did not want him to see her crying. She steadied her breathing and pushed the thoughts away. She couldn't think about all that right now. It was her wedding night and she should be ecstatic to even be alive given the circumstances. She would think about all of that tomorrow, hopefully while no one was around to see her cry. She then focused all her attention to the sound of Vulpes heart beating, and let it lull her to sleep.

A/N: Wow, so many reviews! I can't tell you how happy I am to have gotten so many responses to my story. It took me a little longer than anticipated to finish this chapter just because I didn't want to disappoint anyone. Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter and will continue reading.