Falling For Him.

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

The next day came as a blessing. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, the window of our bedroom coated in a cool steam. "Winter Is Coming" Max had said jokingly when we woke up.

When I came out from the shower, Max was wearing a sea-blue t shirt and dark blue jeans, with his usual trainers. I smiled when I saw he had trimmed his beard slightly this morning.

"I thought we could go out for breakfast then head to the movie, then go out for lunch. Make a day of it." He smiled, handing me my watch. I took the small clock device in hand, smiling as I nodded my head, putting it on.

Max was more or less ready to leave but I couldn't find my phone. I searched the living room, bedroom, even the bathroom but I couldn't find it anywhere. Lastly Max decided to check the kitchen.

"Why is your phone in the fridge?" He asked, laughing as he turned to me with my phone in hand.

"Uh... to keep it fresh..." I said casually.

"Uh huh." Max gave me a knowing smile. Grabbing my phone we headed for the door, making sure we had everything. We were about to get in the car when I remembered something.

"Max! Have you got your-" I turned to Max as I began, he was staring at me, smiling proudly, muscular arms crossed, coated with small ginger hairs. I giggled when I saw he did indeed bare his sunglasses. We got in the car with a chuckle, Max keeping the proud smile on as we drove.

The cafe wasn't far from home, a few minutes at the least. "Lil' Jenny's" it was called. Hell if I know whether Jenny worked there or not, I hadn't given this place the time of day until now. Max strolled in with a happy smile, the cashier smiling and calling him over.

"Maxwell." She smiled.

"You must be Jenny?" I asked stupidly. She stared at me as if I had just put her name in my death note.

"Jenny passed away two months ago." Max whispered. I blushed almost instantly, an unnatural red. The women smiled and offered me a menu.

"It's alright Max," her accent was thick, I had only just noticed it. She was from somewhere south, Texas maybe. "he couldn't have known. Whatcha eating newbie?" She asked cheerfully. Her voice was annoyingly happy and I offered an awkward smile.

"Just uh... some coffee and-" Max whispered to me again.

"Try the blueberry pancakes."

"And blueberry pancakes please." I finished. Max ordered a coffee and strawberry pancakes. I didn't care for strawberry much. Max knew. Sitting down at a nearby table, waiting for our food, Max kept checking his phone.

"Max, relax. The movie isn't for another hour yet." Max smirked and put his phone down.

"I know, I was checking Facebook and Twitter." He looked at me, a dopey look that always made my heart melt.

"Oh my god! Max!" I said, giggling like a child.

"What?" He asked quickly, turning around and searching the cafe.

"Lax Max." I whispered. He instantly frowned and kicked me under the table.

"I hate every fibre of your being." He muttered coldly.

"You appreciate my existence." I smirked cockily. He suddenly turned his eyes back to me, unable to hide his smile as he kicked me again. Through a muffled laugh he repeated himself.

"I hate every fibre of you."

"Oh, not every fibre." I jabbed. Max blushed slightly as the cashier came over. She dropped our coffees off and told us our food will be here shortly, in her thick, unholy accent.

"Thanks, Lindsey." Max smiled, grasping the coffee and sipping it.

"Oh Lindsey, what is she your girlfriend?" I joked. Max eyed me carefully before replying.

"She wants to be." He answered, looking down at his phone, slowly raising his eye to see my response.

"I had a girlfriend once," I said, my eyes wondering as I remembered. "Horrible things, aren't they?" I smiled. Max just rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, smiling.

When our food arrived, we are quickly. The pancakes were superb, yet I didn't let Lindsey know that, not giving her the time of day. Witch. Coming in on my man. Nah, I'm having none of that. We left after we finished, hopping back in the car and driving to the movie theatre. Being a little early we took a longer route, arriving in time to buy our tickets.

We entered the theatre as the lights were dimming, the movie preparing to start. Several ads ran and we waited for them to be over, opening the packet of popcorn Max had snuck in.

"In England you don't have to sneak them in, although everyone does." I told him. He liked that I had visited England, I had visited many places. Max thought it made me- exotic.

"So how comes you decided to come and see this movie?" Max asked.

"It looks good and it was on tv when I had the idea." I replied. Max shrugged and took a handful of popcorn, shovelling it into his mouth. By the time the movie had began we had more or less finished it.

As the movie went on, me and Max were seated at the back, holding hands. I felt Max stretch slightly, his hand tensing in mine, a small yawn escaping him. I had another brilliant idea.

"Max, pull down your zipper." I whispered. Max's eyes widened and he shot me a confused, almost startled glance. "Just do it." I ushered. Max ignored me and I moved my hand to his zipper, gripping it and wrenching it down swiftly. Max moaned as I rubbed my hand over his semi erect dick in his boxers.

"R/N stop, this is crazy!" He whispered.

"It was your idea!" I smiled widely, my fingers pushing inside his boxers, pulling his member free. Max shot me another confused stare as he thought about that, my hand working his member to full length. His meat was warm, his pubes exploding with fire from beneath his cock, sweaty and musky. I rubbed my hand through them and gripped his member again, breathing deeply as someone passed.

"R/N." Max kept moaning, his hands gripping the chairs beside him tightly, eyes closed and mouth open. The movie had more or less drifted into the background. As Max moaned I leaned towards him, my teeth scratching his ear as I whispered to him.

"C'mon Maxie."

Max moaned louder this time, heads turning to look, rolling their eyes upon seeing Max fake a yawn. My heart was pumping fast and I sped up my hand movements, gripping tighter. I pushed my mouth to Max's, tongues colliding and we both moaned quietly as Max shook below me, his warm, sticky seed shooting from his dick as it coated my hand and his pubes, small dribbles landing on his boxers and jeans.

Clenching up his face Max stopped himself from moaning, gripping the chairs tighter as he came, his breathing speeding up as I kissed his dry lips. Max slowly came down from his high, breathing calming, eyes finding mine.

"What..." is all he could manage. I smiled and kissed him.

"It's just a thank you." I replied. We sat back and continued watching the movie, happiness filling both of us.

"For what?" Max had asked later in the car. I looked at him quizzical on what he meant. "You said that that handjob was a thank you earlier... a thank you for what?"

"For being my man and loving me as I love you." We smiled. He grasped my hand as we drove home, smiling widely. The sun was setting by now, we had had lunch earlier and was headed home for an eventful night.