Life Without the Selection

Chapter 22

It was a usual and calm morning. May was listening to some music as she laid on the bed. I was in my usual little nook and I was looking at a magazine, The Report. It had a picture of the Princess and 4 of the selected on the page. It was a fierce picture, the Princess was standing with the men surrounding them with adoring and lustful looks on their faces. Disgusting. The Princess was a lot of steps ahead from the Prince. The Prince still had 15 ladies left and the Princess, well she was about to choose her One. I could bet my whole life it was Aspen! I was reading an article on the what the people's views were on the Princess's choosing and who it might be. I was just about to read what people thought about Aspen.
"Hey Sweetie."
I yelled and I fell out of the window landing in Maxon's arms perfectly.
"MAXON!" I punched him so many times everywhere but he seemed to be so intrigued in me trying to hurt him, he even laughed. Ugh, why did he have to be so darn cute?
"Sorry, my dear, I was just trying to get your attention," he chuckled lightly.
"By knocking me out of my window?!" I yelled at him. He laughed again.
"Everything all righ- oh I guess you guys are more than all right," I heard May looking down from the window. She was smirking her butt off.
"I leave you in peace, to whatever you may wish to do," she said waving her arms in front of her in a voodoo-like way and backing away going back into her room.
"She seriously walks in on those moments," I said.
"What moments?" Maxon said innocently.
"These moments," I repeated.
"What moments?" he repeated smirking.
"These sexual moments! Jeez what's wrong with you today?" I said punching him one more.
"Gosh America, you're so beautiful," he said in a husky and low voice. He lowered me down and placed me on the ground.
"And you look so handsome," I said. I pecked him on the lips and we walked off.

Maxon and I decided to stay in his house today.
"Good morning Mr. Schreave!" I said as Maxon pushed open the door. He was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. He looked up from his reading glasses and saw me. He placed his glasses and the newspaper on the table and stood up.
"America, what a delight to see you! And please call me Clarkson," he said as his shook my hand.
"Oh, why thank you er-Clarkson!" I said and looked at Maxon to see him smirking. Wait till I wipe that grin off his face.
"Amberly!" Mr. Schreave bellowed.
"Coming, dear!" Mrs. Schreave yelled back. I wondered where Maxon got his wonderful manners from.
"Ah! America, it's wonderful to see you again hun!" Mrs. Schreave said as she hugged me. I hugged her back and smiled at her.
"It's wonderful to see you again too, Mrs-"
"Please call me Amberly." Mr. Schreave put an arm around his wife and they smiled at us.
"Mom, Dad we'll be in our room," he said, still smirking.
"Ok! Have fun kids!" Mrs. Schreave called after us as we walked up the stairs.

((Smut ahead -- read with caution *sorry for my terrible writing -_- ))
I walked down the hall, hand-in-hand with Maxon.
"Your parents are so sweet," I said looking at Maxon.
"So are yours," he said. We walked into his room, which I haven't been in for quite a long time. I saw a bunch of photographs on his wall behind the door, more than there was before. 75% of the wall perhaps had photos of me. I was in awe at his photography. Maxon shut the door and stared at me.
"What?" I asked smiling at his stare.
"Nothing," he raised his hands in surrender. I continued to look at his wall of photos. There was one of Maxon and I, and it was adorable. In a field of dandelions in the sun, Maxon was kissing me on the cheek and I was smiling brightly.
"Can I take this one home?" I asked him.
He nodded as I took it off his wall and placed it on the desk.
"America." I felt Maxon tug on my dress and I looked at him. He was very close to my face. He pushed me against his photo collection and I couldn't feel my legs underneath me. Maxon grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his hips. He smacked his lips against mine and I couldn't help but kiss him back. I felt myself tingle inside, and a need for something I couldn't apprehend. I gasped for Maxon's name and he took advantage of that by slipping his tongue past my lips. I moaned through the kiss and I felt his hands reach for my back. I felt the zipper slowly come down until my back felt a cold breeze . He lifted me up and then he dropped me onto the bed. He crawled on me and tugged my dress down slightly a bit to tease me. I bit into his neck and felt a rumble as he moaned. I pushed his shirt off, and traced his beautiful muscles, triceps, biceps, every muscle he contained. He kissed every single part of me. His lips made a trail from my forehead down to my chest avoiding my lips.
"Maxon please kiss me," I breathed into him as he stopped near my stomach. He went up and put a light kiss on my lips.
"I want you, America. I want to be able to feel you. I want to make you scream for more and moan my name as loud as possible until the whole neighbourhood knows my whole name." I shuddered at the wonderful thought as he kissed my neck again.
"Please Maxon." I dug my nails into his back.
"Maxon, stop." I gasped but he didn't stop kissing me. Finally I pushed him off me and covered myself with my dress. Maxon looked at me confused.
"We can't." I said straightly at him.
"I know I know, but I can't help it." Maxon said looking guilty at me touching my face. I took his hand and kissed him.
"If you love me, you'd understand," I said sweetly.
"And I do, I do understand my dear," he said and he hugged me. My eyes widened as I felt his bare chest against my bare chest.
"Sorry dear," he said pulling away but before he could fully pull away, I climbed on him and kissed him once more.
"It's all ok, Maxon," I said on his lips. He dressed up and I dressed up again.
"Maxon, could you please zip me up?" I said showing him my bare back. I felt and heard him gulp and smirked.
"Where's your er-undergarment for your um-breasts, my dear," he asked.
"You mean a bra?" I said giggling, " somewhere in this room. If you find it you could keep it."
"Um- sure America," he said and I heard him gulp again. He slowly zipped me up and he put his arms around me, my back against his chest. He looked at us through the mirror and I smiled at our reflection.
"I love you America," he said as he pressed a kiss on the top of my head.
"I love you too," I said and I turned my head to the side and pecked him on the cheek.

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Side note:
I probably didn't proofread and my smut sucks. Ew.