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The sound of the door opening and Titus throwing of his gear roused Aurora from her slumber. She quickly stuffed the pictures back in her bra and got stiffly to her feet.
She looked bedraggled; hair a mess, eyes red from weeping and she was still in her blood splattered and ripped NCR uniform.
"Good Evening, Master" she said to Titus.
The centurion briskly strode in, continuing to undress, acting as if he was paying her very little attention. In a few moments, his NCR gear was strewn over the floor and he slumped face down, almost naked, onto the bed.
On hearing her, he did feel strangely awkward - as though their slave/master relationship had been violated by tonight's events. If anything, despite his disgust at her choice of allegiance, he felt as though he owed her a debt. Though he would never think of admitting it in front of a legionary, and maybe not even to her, she had saved his life. The centurion did want to maintain the distance that was essential to her serving him, but part of him also wanted to thank her.
He resolved to show he had noticed her deed through action rather than word.
"Take off that uniform," he grunted, his face still buried in the bed sheets. He didn't mean for that to sound as demanding or threatening as it did - he knew wearing the blood of the NCR wasn't really her style.
Aurora watched the Centurion as he threw the hated uniform off and moved to the bed. She almost expected to be stuck for daring to hold a weapon in his presence on the battlefield, but she was not expecting him to ignore her.
She flinched when he ordered her to take off her uniform.
She was secretly glad to, but also concerned. There wasn't much else for her to wear other than her underwear. But then again, that was all he wore now. She removed the soiled fatigues, top and bottom and stood before the bed.
"Would you like me to draw your bath, Master?" She asked, unsure as to what else she could do.
He grunted a yes and rose from the bed. The water here was by no means warm, but since it was drawn from the lake, and running, the bath was filled far quicker than when the officer usually get their slaves to fetch the water.
Removing the last of his clothing, Titus climbed into the tub in the next room and began rinsing his skin of the blood caked onto it. He did this is silence, leaving her without orders, probably only adding to the confusion he felt.
After a while, when he was satisfied that all the blood had been removed, he stood and climbed out. Beckoning her over to the sink, he wet his hands and softly put them to her face to get rid of the ranger's blood.
She kept her eyes downcast as he cleansed himself after the battle. Her arms found her shoulders and she tried to cover herself as best she could.
She moved hesitantly towards him at his insistence. When he touched his wet hands to her face to cleanse the blood that had rubbed off from the soiled uniform onto her face as she slept, she flinched involuntarily.
She trembled beneath his fingers, unused to the gentle touch of his hands.
She took a deep breath,
"He... He was my first kill..." she shuddered, a single tear rolled down her cheek and over his fingers as they washed the blood from her face.
He brushed her tear away, but kept silent. He didn't really know what to say, and he really could empathize with her at this point. The first one stayed with you forever. Titus had been doing this long enough that that was the only one that stood out - the rest were forgettable. She had served the Legion in saving an officer, so he'd decided to cut her some slack; the same as he was unofficially given after his first NCR victim.
He steered her by the shoulder back into his room, and decided that for once, his slave would not have to sleep on the floor. Titus, exhausted from the day's events, and hopeful of any cooperation from Hanlon fell backwards onto the bed and grinned. The one thing he was sure of right now was that Caesar would be pleased.
Aurora fell with Titus onto the soft linen. She landed upon her side and watched the Centurion as he grinned.
She was confused as to his behaviour; her first encounter with him was one of violence, about to be violated by him only to be saved by a Decanus with orders for him.
Now she lay beside him as meek as a kitten, he was handsome as she had noticed before. But he was her master now. He could do as he wished with her.
She sighed, she felt as exhausted as he looked.
"Is there anything else I can do for you before you retire for the evening, master?" She asked from her position beside him.
"Tell me your name..."
Aurora smiled softly; his scent was strong, despite his bath. Masculine, heady, but clean.
"My name?" she asked him. "It's Aurora." She reached over and gently caressed his battle scarred arms with her free hand, tracing her fingers over the lines of damaged skin and old wounds.
'What are you doing?!' her mind screamed at her, 'He was going to rape you and now you throw yourself at him?' she ignored the voice of reason and shifted a little closer to him as he watched her.
She took his hand, feeling the callouses from wielding his weapons of death and lifted it up to her lips, she gently caressed his knuckles with the softness of her kiss.
Her lips were warm. Titus rolled over to his side, facing her and caressed the side of her face, she did not flinch, nor did she tremble as he moved closer and took her in his arms.
He leaned in closer to her and kissed her.
As the night deepened, soft sounds of their lovemaking were muffled by the closed door of the former NCR Chief Ranger's quarters as Titus took his captured NCR slave to his bed.
Hours later, as Titus slept, Aurora sat on the end of the bed, her head in her hands, and she knew she had to escape, sleeping with the enemy in a moment of weakness, what was she thinking?
She'd seen other NCR Soldiers fucking after battle, getting rid of their nervous energy, but that was fucking, a mutual need for it, but this it seemed to be something different, she'd saved his life, by taking the life of a Ranger, she'd given up the information of
Camp Golf so he could take it, albeit under duress.
She was a traitor to her people and a traitor's death awaited her back home, either hanging or by firing squad or by crucifixion dead was dead. She didn't want to die, so she would have to plan and time it right.
What did she have to lose?
It was quiet, almost too quiet. She took a deep breath and broke cover into the darkness. Running silently past tents within snoring Legionaries slumbered on cots that once held NCR troopers.
She was so close to the fence that she could see and smell her freedom just beyond the bricks and bars of the old fence. She moved over to a section that was bent and slipped through.
Her 'Master' was sleeping deeply after another eventful day, Hanlon still hadn't offered anything valuable and Titus had been in a poor mood. Aurora knew she was taking a massive risk, tempting fate, and his anger like this, but she had to get away. It was her duty as a captured soldier of the NCR to harass, impede and eventually escape the Enemy.
She desperately wanted to get home and redeem herself for her actions against her people, even if that meant prison, or worse, the hangman's noose. She moved across the road leading up to the resort and found herself hiding from a patrol. The Legion mongrels sniffed the air as they passed and continued on.
Aurora sighed softly, and moved on. She was away from the perimeter patrols and sneaking across the open when Sejanus saw her, he ordered his men to surround her, she was like a Coyote caught in the Brahmin pen, fear played upon her face as she knew she was caught, and her punishment would be severe.
He smiled grimly, and grabbed her roughly.
"Trying to escape were we? Slavery too good for you, Profligate whore?" he snarled and struck her hard, the Slave fell to the ground. Sejanus took satisfaction that the NCR whore was caught trying to run, and that she had been caught so close to actually getting away. If it hadn't been for Sejanus' noticing a movement out on the plains that didn't look like an animal, they would have totally missed her.
She was hauled roughly through the camp and into the resort building.
Sejanus brought her before her master.
Aurora lowered her head and slumped her shoulders, fearful, and dejected, she knew that she was going to suffer for her transgression.