When she had returned home, the securetrons at the Fort destroyed, the leader of Vegas infuriated. After much consideration, she had killed him. House was dead. Most of the systems were automated and no one really knew what had happened. She had only told her companions as they had wondered what all the alarms were sounding for.
She knew what she was doing and had planned out where to go next. Benny was out of the way, Yes Man was helping her, and she had decided to work the NCR into helping her take out the Legion when the time came, without letting them know she was going to keep Vegas and the Dam.
She had seen Vulpes on the strip a couple of times, trailing behind her, keeping an eye on her for Caesar. He didn't really bother hiding. He just stared at her with his dark eyes, letting her know that he was watching.
She saw him again one night when she had decided to get out of the strip and drink at the Atomic Wrangler. It was more quiet, peaceful.
The presence of someone sitting next to her had woken her from her dazed stupor. She looked up at him.
Vulpes was leaned against the counter, body angled towards hers. "Ave," He whispered, his eyes cold and dark, and causing her body to tingle all over. It had been a month since they had last seen one another.
Every time she thought of him, she could feel heat flush through her core. The memories of their time together, completing tasks for Caesar would flood back. And particularity their time together on the table.
She knew in her heart that he was bad. Bad for her and bad for the Mojave. But she kept thinking about him nonetheless. The way his hands trailed over her, the way he handled her roughly. Something about it made her crave it all the more. She wanted him again, and in this moment, the full force of it hit her like a truck.
It would be so much easier if he wasn't fucking psychotic.
"What do you want?" She muttered, intending to sound demanding, but it came out softer.
"I've got a room upstairs," He murmured, then leaned in to whisper, "Let's go."
He stood up and she stared with wide eyes for a second. What if he killed her? What if he was just luring her? Or was he asking her to have sex again? Did he just only want to talk about Legion affairs and her current alignment?
She decided she would worry about all that later and gulped down the rest of her drink and stood, trying to not look too eager to be alone with him.
A faint smile played on his lips as he held his elbow out for her to take, like a proper gentleman.
James Garret eyed the pair as they walked away, curious what the fabled Courier was doing with the stranger dressed in a suit and fedora.
When they climbed the stairs and reached the room, Vulpes immediately shut and locked the door.
He turned and fixed her with his gaze and took off his hat and slipped out of his jacket. This left him in a white tailored shirt and his dress pants.
Six mirrored the action and slipped out of her leather jacket and undid her belt. She was now in her tank top and leather pants.
"Come sit with me," Inculta requested in a soft voice, placing himself on the bed.
Despite her better judgement, she did.
He wrapped a lazy arm around her waist and pulled her close, the other hand resting on her thigh.
She swallowed thickly.
"I know what you're planning on doing," He growled, his mouth right next to her ear and his breath tickling her skin.
"And that is?" She grumbled, trying to keep her guard up. And also trying to hide her growing want of him.
"You're going to betray both the Legion and the NCR."
She twisted her head to face him, his face centimeters from hers.
"As you know, I've been following you, and I've even managed to slip into the Lucky 38 at times."
Her eyes widened. "You've been in my home?"
A grin stretched his features. "Of course. And I've also witnessed you staring at my wanted poster, the one with the photograph of me in my armor and sunglasses."
Her face reddened. "That's because-!"
"Oh courier, don't tell me you're developing feelings for me?"
Anger bubbled up in her for being mocked. "No, I'm not."
He raised an eyebrow. Then, after a pause of uncomfortable silence, said, "The Legion isn't doing as well as I would have hoped. As you know, Caesar is dying and the surgery needed to save him would also be very likely to kill him. The next one in line is a moron, and I cannot and will not follow him."
"You're just baiting me," She growled, not trusting what he was hinting at. He would deceive her to gain her trust and betray her in the end.
"Perhaps, but I will warn you of this," He stood up and leaned over her, forcing her onto her back on the bed. She shut down any feelings of excitement her position caused her. "The battle will occur soon. Two weeks. You should prepare. The Legion will infiltrate the dam through the pipes, not via ground."
He raised himself up to his full height and eyed her as she pushed herself onto her elbows. "I don't trust you," She growled.
"You'd be a fool if you did," He agreed, and began unbuttoning his shirt. "I have my own agenda, different from yours or the Legion's."
"No," She hissed, "We're not doing this." She tried to scramble up, but he placed a knee on her thigh and forced her to stay sitting on the bed.
"Don't pretend you weren't hoping this would happen when I asked you up here. Besides, it would be more suspicious if we didn't fuck and only talked for a few minutes. People would start to wonder."
She honestly didn't care if people wondered. She drew in several shallow breaths. She should leave. She should get up and go.
His eyes taunted her as he threw his shirt to the side and she got a full view of his well muscled torso. She took in a shaking breath and tugged her own shirt over her head and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. His eyes greedily took her in before he leaned forward to unbutton her pants and help her wriggle out of them.
Naked, she scooted up to the head of the bed, and adjusted the pillows as he removed his pants and crawled over her to meet her.
His fingers absently stroked her folds and flicked over her clit a few times while his eyes burned into hers.
"Why would you want me of all people?" He murmured, gently sliding a finger into her.
"I don't," She halfheartedly lied.
He roughly shoved another finger into her and she gasped.
"I don't... know," She corrected, and he gently slid his fingers out and over her clit. "I... like how rough you are. I like how in control you are. It's nice to hand over control to someone else for a little while."
He smirked, but didn't answer right away. He leaned down and nibbled at her throat, licking a trail up to her jaw and placing a kiss there.
Once, when she had gotten very drunk with Boone, they had fucked. It had been okay. But he had just thrust into her at a steady pace, gently trying to coax her into an orgasm, but wound up finishing before her. She had had to do the task herself later that night. He had felt good, but it hadn't been enough. And later he had expressed his guilt for betraying Carla and hadn't come back to the Lucky 38 for days after that. As much as she had enjoyed it, she had hoped that he would have been rough with her, and her feelings for him dissolved after not getting what she craved. It had made her remember her time with Vulpes all the more fondly. He knew exactly what he was doing.
She lifted one of her knees and enjoyed the sensation of her thigh pressing to the muscles of Vulpes's torso, his body heat burning into her.
"If you like me being rough," Vulpes finally said, "I guess this is torture for you." His fingers were soft and gentle over her and his lips moved slowly over her collar bone and down to her breast.
She grunted once in way of response and bucked her hips upwards.
He let out a dark chuckle.
"Don't worry," He assured her, his cheek brushing against hers as his lips moved to her ear. "I am going to make sure that I make you scream."
Her whole body shivered and her hands gripped his biceps. "Please," She whimpered, a part of her worrying he didn't mean screaming in sexual pleasure.
His hand disappeared from her folds and he gripped his cock. "Are you ready?"
She nodded, admiring the way he looked on top of her. Powerful, strong, intimidating. She loved the way he looked. His well muscled body, all his battle scars, his dark intelligent eyes, his constant air of composure.
He slid into her.
She sucked in a long slow breath.
He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and pinned them above her, and began to thrust.
She closed her eyes. He was being too gentle still. It drove her crazy.
"Please," She whimpered, opening her eyes and bucking against him.
"I love that you want me," He whispered, holding her pinned hands in one hand and sliding his hand along her side, admiring her hips and skin, picking up his pace only a little.
"Please, Vulpes, fuck me," She begged in a whisper.
He laughed and suddenly she felt herself being lifted and flipped until she was on top.
She stared down at him, gripping his shoulders and shivering as both of his hands gripped her hips as he sat up and leveled his eyes with her.
"Move," He ordered in a cold voice.
She did. Her hips bucked and rolled against his as his hands on her hips helped guide her.
They never broke eye contact, as if challenging one another. Her pace picked up and she felt the pressure of his cock bruising her, but she loved it.
Her face felt heated and her eyebrows creased. She bit her lip, her facial expression becoming desperate.
"Good girl," He cooed as she slammed her hips against his.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and secured her to him as he bucked upwards into her, meeting each of her movements with his own.
Her breathing was heavy and she secured her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply.
He returned the kiss with an animalistic desperation and clenched a fist in her hair as his free hand roughly explored her body.
There was something so passionate about the kiss and something so intimate about their position.
She felt her body clench up and felt her vagina clamp around his cock as warm waves of pleasure washed over her. Her moans were smothered by his lips and he attacked her with lips and teeth as he began bucking roughly under her, moving his hands to her knees to jerk her closer, forcing her legs wider.
She let out a particularity desperate moan and he flipped the two of them again, slamming his cock all the way in, causing her to cry out again.
His pace was savage as he put everything he had been holding back into her, causing her to scream and moan and squirm under him, loving the painful intensity of it all.
She felt another orgasm rolling up on her and just as it crashed over her, she felt him throbbing inside of her as he rode out his orgasm, grunting a few times as he bit her shoulder in an attempt to silence himself. She loved his low, needy groans. She loved that they were for her.
They laid together, breathing heavily until he finally rolled off of her.
She began to sit up but he tugged her back down and pulled her to his chest.
"You're not leaving tonight," He growled, and possessively wrapped both hands around her.
She sucked in several breaths, letting herself relax in the warm bliss that her body felt and the security of his arms.
She didn't want to leave. She reached up and kissed him before snuggling in and allowing herself to fall asleep.
Early the next morning, she woke up to him standing and gathering his clothes. The room was dark except for a little light that filtered in through the boarded up window.
"Where are you going?" She whispered, still laying on her side.
"I must get back to my duties," He responded, not looking at her.
She didn't say anything for a while but she stared at him for a long time.
He finally turned to her and moved closer, standing over her side of the bed.
She rolled onto her back and looked up at him.
"Your face looks so gentle when you first wake up. No anger, no guarded expressions," He murmured, lowering slowly to his knees.
His hand stroked her cheek gently and she leaned into the touch, closing her eyes and covering his hand with her own.
"Can't you stay?"
"Hmm," He hummed, not really answering her.
She didn't know what she was asking, but she didn't care. Her sleep deprived brain just wanted him next to her, forgetting for a minute who he really was and what he was capable of.
After several moments, he leaned down to kiss her deeply before suddenly removing his touch from her. She opened her eyes to see him standing and dressing himself.
"I'll see you again soon," He promised.
She breathed out a long sigh and rolled back onto her side. "I know," She agreed and watched him as he left.