Maxon & America: The Married Life (A The Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: America

I wake up with Maxon running his hand through my hair. Last night felt so good, I must admit. Although I think I’m gonna die because of the pain. Maxon asked me last night if it hurt. I, to be honest, said yes. And he flushed. But I didn’t tell him to stop. It’s so cold even though we are underneath the blanket. Then I remember, we’re naked. The thought of Maxon being naked sends a chills up through my spine. I look at Maxon, and he has this grin spreading across his face.

I shove his chest, and then laugh. “Was I good?” Maxon chortles, wiggling his eyebrows. His breathe tickles my whole body even though it only hits my cheek and my neck.

“Well, you looked like you were doing some shindig moves.” I chortle back, then I laugh, look at his face. Maxon’s face is emotionless, gawking at me, chagrined by what I said. My cheeks turn red, heat spreading across my neck. I quickly slap it with my hands, trying to hide it. I shift my head to Maxon, and on the edge of his lips, a smile is forming.

“Really, America?” He whispers in my ear. So seductive. “We could do it again, if you want. When you want it.” I flush, then become flustered. I quickly whip my head to my right, bite my lip and try to conceal my smile. God, what to do?  My heart is pounding against my chest, like it would explode. My pulse is throbbing. I turn my feet on the ground, turning around. I accidentally touch Maxon’s thigh. And my face turns tomato-like. Because I know, I feel something. So does Maxon. He grabs my wrist, making it go up through his body. I look at Maxon, and his eyes are shut. Then he pushes me against him.

There’s no gap between us, not even a single measure. He kisses my neck, and it sends a million sparks to my whole body. The world around me fades, dissolving. My whole body quivers when Maxon places his lips on my shoulder. “I think this will suffice.” Maxon whispers while kissing my jawline. I giggle at the absurdity of his voice. Like, he’s giving me a favor or something.

“My Royal Husbandness and his shenanigan.” I say to him, my eyes are still shut.

“Yep. Me and my shenanigan.” He replies back, half whispering.

He turns me around. Me underneath, him laying on top of me. He pins my arms on the bed, kissing my neck. Turns to my lips. He smells perfect and a sweet natural fruit. His body tenses when I run my hands through his body. I touch his torso and he relaxes. He gawks at me with a grin spreading on his face. I purse my lips, trying not to smile. Which is completely impossible. Finally, I break in and let out a giggle. He coaxes me to just open my legs a little so he’s in between. His arms place on either side of my head. Then he kisses me passionately yet gently. He breaks the kiss and scrutinizes me. The strand of his messy hair falls in front of his face, still looks good.

We are finally doing what happened last night when the phone rings. “Ow,” says Maxon, getting annoyed. “Um, I’ll pick it up.” Maxon chortles.

“It’s like you were finagling me.” I chortle to him, purse my lips and suppress a laugh. Maxon is completely mortified. I break in. I burst out laughing, unable to push the thought of Maxon’s face. His forehead creases, and he scrunches his nose.

“I so did not, America.” He says, half whispering. Heat travels across his face. “You did it voluntarily.” He answers the call. I barely hear what they’re talking about. But Maxon is calm, or so it seems. I put my feet on the ground, and walk towards him. I hug him from behind and I breath on his face, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Feeling his body relaxes. He hangs up the phone, turns around and hugs me back. Planting kisses on my temple, my forehead and my cheeks. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me gently on the lips.

Only do I realize that we’re still naked. My cheeks turn red, my hands are becoming clammy. Maxon ogles at me. Chagrined by the thought, I quickly run for the bed and hide underneath the blanket. I look up at Maxon, still ogling at me. Grin spreads across his face as he stands there completely naked. Wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Let’s continue,” he says. “Now.”

“Not a chance.” I smirk, looking up at him. I smooth my hair flirtatiously. I pout my lips. He takes a step towards me. “Nope. I’m gonna scream if you go near me.” I raise my eyebrow, daring him to take a step. He does. I scream. No guards. I scream again. Still no guards coming. Suddenly, I remember his words before the night we fought.

“Don’t be sad. I want to take you on a proper honeymoon. Some place warm and private. No duties, no cameras, no guards. It will be so much better that way. And I can really spoil you.” Maxon said.

Now do I realize that he’s leaning down, kisses me on the lips. “That call,” I say, referring to the recent call. “You told them to leave, right?” He nods, and I giggle. He brushes his lips across my jaw, then puts his lips against mine. I trail my hands on his chest. When he touches me, I feel like I’m gonna shatter into a million flesh. I want to feel every inch and measure of his body, his face, his hands. Every single measure of him. He makes me feel alive, and safe. It’s like I’m a beast in a cage that doesn’t want to be freed. And Maxon is that cage. Because every time he touches me, I feel like I’m always safe. Like, there’s nothing bad that is gonna happen. His breath tickles me, and has swept me up. Icy breath escapes his lips. And then I’m lost at my own world.

I’m in a different world, dark. But Maxon is the light. Bring me home. And he does. This is paradise. Wanting more, I grab the back of his neck and kiss him passionately.

“Oh, I know. I don’t intend on giving you things. Well, I do intend on giving you things, but that’s not what I mean. I’m going to love you more than any man has ever loved a woman, more than you ever dreamed you could be loved. I promise you that.” He swore, and he keeps it. And he always does it.

And I’m tearing apart, just remembering it. I’m glad that I have Maxon. That he became my husband. I don’t know what to do if I’d ever lose him. I can’t afford to think like that. I can’t. He lifts my chin up so I’m facing him. I touch his cheek, rubbing my thumb across his cheek. I stare into his eyes, and it’s like I’m gonna drown. His eyes are so deep and intense. If I were to talk about science, I’d say it belongs to the stars above the sky. My brain flashes the memory of Maxon while he was laying on bed.

“What I said was true. My heart is yours to break. As you already know, I’d rather die than see you pain. In the moment I was hit, when I fell to the floor sure my life was ending, all I could think about was you.” I sob. Maxon’s ogles at me. Talking to me. Asking me if he has ever done something that I didn’t like. I tell him no, that I’m just glad having him here. Having him by my side. I’d rather die than see you with the other girls, with Kriss. I tell him. And he laughs.

“In those seconds, I was mourning everything I’d lost. How I’d never get to see you walk down an aisle toward me, how I’d never get to see your face in our children, how I’d never get to see streaks of silver in your hair. But, at the same time, I couldn’t be bothered. If me dying meant you living, how could that be anything but good?” I break in, tears pouring down out of my eyes. And Maxon is hugging me. My life is his, my whole world is him. Without him, I’d never have a home.

I am his. And he is mine. Forever.