Pairing: F!Courier/Vulpes Inculta Tags/Kinks: Het, consensual, oral, food, Summary: When Caesar gives Vulpes’ position to the courier, he wants it back from her. She agrees, but only if he makes it worth her while. So Vulpes pulls out all the stops. x-x-x-x-x
Caesar’s words had surprised the courier as much as anyone else, maybe even more so because due to her gender she hadn’t expected to be treated with such an honour. “I am honoured”, the courier had said with a bow. Caesar looked at Vulpes with a benevolent smile. “Of course, oh mighty Caesar”, the all of a sudden former leader of the frumentarii said. “As you see fit.” “Dismissed, the lot of you.”
Once outside, Vulpes hurried past the praetorians to catch up with the courier. She turned around when he hailed her, unsurprised, and seemed to brace herself. Vulpes managed, with great effort, to remain at least outwardly calm. “What is the meaning of this?” She shrugged. “Fuck if I know, Inculta. It wasn’t my idea, I swear!” “Are you aware that you have been given a position you have not the faintest idea about?” “A faint idea, but admittedly, not much more. I do, but what should I do about it now?” Vulpes crossed his arms. “You will go to Caesar and rectify that mistake. You pride yourself on your deceitfulness and your manipulative skills, so go use them now.” The courier crossed her arms as well. “And what do you think Caesar will do to me if I go in there and tell him I don’t want the position he has offered to me? I don’t particularly fancy being crucified because I crossed him, you know.” “Of course, of course. That’s why I was appealing to your manipulative skills. I am convinced you could find a verbalisation of your request that won’t offend him.” Tapping her chin with a thoughtful frown, the courier pursed her lips. “I might be able to make him believe you are the better one for the job. I could tell him that practically everything I have learned, I learned from you. And besides, I am only a woman, after all.” “Well? Will you do so?” A sudden, devious smile appeared on the courier’s lips. “I... could. If...” His mouth a narrow line, Vulpes took a slow breath. “Name your price.” “Hmm.” She tapped her chin again. “If you make it worth my while.”
“Make it worth your while”, Vulpes repeated after a small, pregnant pause. “Could you maybe... specify that?” “Oh I am sure that with your brilliant mind and seventh sense you know perfectly well what I am talking about.” If looks could kill, the courier would have dropped dead. As it was, she returned Vulpes’ cold look with a very smug expression. “Very well”, Vulpes finally said. “I shall see what can be done.” “Just so you know”, the courier said, taking a step forward and running a finger across one of Vulpes’ shoulder guards and examining her finger for dust. “If this won’t turn out the best night of my life, then I won’t bother the risk of crossing the great Caesar. Is that understood?” “Perfectly well”, Vulpes gave back. “Good”, the courier said before he had the chance to add anything. “Find me in my tent.”
She left him, and Vulpes stared at her retreating back with slowly narrowing eyes.
x-x-x
It was shortly after dusk that the courier, upon returning to her tent after having relieved herself, found a note on her cot. It was written in a neat, tight script and read: Meet me in the weather monitoring station.
“The weather monitoring station?” The courier rolled the piece of paper into a ball and threw it into the brazier, watching it catch fire and dissolve into small flecks of ash. But then she realised that the small building at the edge of the Fort was the only place on Fortification Hill that could be locked and that was practically soundproof. With an apprehensive smile, the courier hastily arranged her hair with a few brushes of her fingers and got on her way.
Make it worth my while 1/6
Tags/Kinks: Het, consensual, oral, food,
Summary: When Caesar gives Vulpes’ position to the courier, he wants it back from her. She agrees, but only if he makes it worth her while. So Vulpes pulls out all the stops.
x-x-x-x-x
Caesar’s words had surprised the courier as much as anyone else, maybe even more so because due to her gender she hadn’t expected to be treated with such an honour.
“I am honoured”, the courier had said with a bow.
Caesar looked at Vulpes with a benevolent smile. “Of course, oh mighty Caesar”, the all of a sudden former leader of the frumentarii said. “As you see fit.”
“Dismissed, the lot of you.”
Once outside, Vulpes hurried past the praetorians to catch up with the courier. She turned around when he hailed her, unsurprised, and seemed to brace herself. Vulpes managed, with great effort, to remain at least outwardly calm.
“What is the meaning of this?”
She shrugged. “Fuck if I know, Inculta. It wasn’t my idea, I swear!”
“Are you aware that you have been given a position you have not the faintest idea about?”
“A faint idea, but admittedly, not much more. I do, but what should I do about it now?”
Vulpes crossed his arms. “You will go to Caesar and rectify that mistake. You pride yourself on your deceitfulness and your manipulative skills, so go use them now.”
The courier crossed her arms as well. “And what do you think Caesar will do to me if I go in there and tell him I don’t want the position he has offered to me? I don’t particularly fancy being crucified because I crossed him, you know.”
“Of course, of course. That’s why I was appealing to your manipulative skills. I am convinced you could find a verbalisation of your request that won’t offend him.”
Tapping her chin with a thoughtful frown, the courier pursed her lips. “I might be able to make him believe you are the better one for the job. I could tell him that practically everything I have learned, I learned from you. And besides, I am only a woman, after all.”
“Well? Will you do so?”
A sudden, devious smile appeared on the courier’s lips. “I... could. If...”
His mouth a narrow line, Vulpes took a slow breath. “Name your price.”
“Hmm.” She tapped her chin again. “If you make it worth my while.”
“Make it worth your while”, Vulpes repeated after a small, pregnant pause. “Could you maybe... specify that?”
“Oh I am sure that with your brilliant mind and seventh sense you know perfectly well what I am talking about.”
If looks could kill, the courier would have dropped dead. As it was, she returned Vulpes’ cold look with a very smug expression.
“Very well”, Vulpes finally said. “I shall see what can be done.”
“Just so you know”, the courier said, taking a step forward and running a finger across one of Vulpes’ shoulder guards and examining her finger for dust. “If this won’t turn out the best night of my life, then I won’t bother the risk of crossing the great Caesar. Is that understood?”
“Perfectly well”, Vulpes gave back.
“Good”, the courier said before he had the chance to add anything. “Find me in my tent.”
She left him, and Vulpes stared at her retreating back with slowly narrowing eyes.
x-x-x
It was shortly after dusk that the courier, upon returning to her tent after having relieved herself, found a note on her cot. It was written in a neat, tight script and read: Meet me in the weather monitoring station.
“The weather monitoring station?” The courier rolled the piece of paper into a ball and threw it into the brazier, watching it catch fire and dissolve into small flecks of ash. But then she realised that the small building at the edge of the Fort was the only place on Fortification Hill that could be locked and that was practically soundproof. With an apprehensive smile, the courier hastily arranged her hair with a few brushes of her fingers and got on her way.