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

Chapter 7: America

An agreement happened between the King of France and the King of Illea, I was there. Our pretty vacation is done, so it’s time to face the problems and stuffs again. I expect some hard works that I will be doing after this plane ride. Maxon is holding my hand, gazing at me every second and I just roll my eyes. He keeps glancing in my way, expecting me to glance back. Checking me if I’m looking at him. And the answer to that is no, though it’s not even a question. It’s a fact.

When he faces his front again for the uncountable times, and I lean and kiss his cheek and he gawks at me. I giggle when a grin spreads across his entire face, his face brightens up. I shift, moving beside an inch beside him. He slings an arm over my shoulder and kisses my temple, and I, doing some wife-y things, snuggle up with him. Of course, it’s pretty cute and romantic to me. He taps my nose using his index finger and leans in to brush my nose with his, now that’s cheesy.

I giggle, knowing he’s being romantic with me. Oh god, what’s happening with me? This is so not me. Maxon raises an eyebrow at me, tilts his head, then shakes his head. Did I say that out loud? He frowns and scrunges his nose. I make a face, and he pokes on the side of my stomach with his index finger, and I squeal. I shoot Maxon a glare, but that makes him even more reptile-like. Now, he’s grinning like a dinosaur. Showing his perfect rows of white teeth, winks at me and I roll my eyes.

Here it is, the biggest weakness of the ladies, when the man touches the girl’s thigh. Some part inside me melts, and I quickly straighten up my body on my sit. Maxon laughs at me, and I giggle. My cheeks flood with color red. I assume Maxon notices it because he pinches my cheeks with his hands. I pout my lips at him, and he brushes his lips against mine. He doesn’t kiss me! It’s a complete torture, I’m gonna sue you!

“You can’t.” He whispers, still brushing his lips against mine. “I’m the King. I can do whatever I want.” Ooops, I said that out loud.

“And I’m the Queen.” I say proudly. Raising my eyebrow at him, chins up.

“But the law says men are always higher than women.” He says. Now, it’s his time to raise his chin up proudly. I mutter under my breath, and I shake my head. He blows me a kiss, and I roll my eyes, turn to my left so I don’t see him in triumph. Sometimes, Maxon is being cocky. But I kind of like it. I mean, Maxon is being naughty and bad boy sometimes. It just doesn’t suit him, but he’s pretty cute with it. A smile is tugging in my lips slowly, I purse my lips so it wouldn’t be a grin. Better sue my mouth. I shut the smile that is tugging in my lips and look at Maxon, I pretend that I look offended so he’d feel guilty.

Maxon’s forehead creases, and I smirk in a not-so-queenly manner. I roll my eyes and look at my left again, pretending that I’m watching the clouds. I see him from the corner of my eye, motioning to the girl standing to go back to her room so we’ll be alone, then I turn my attention back at the clouds. Next scene, I’m feeling his breath against my skin. Kissing my shoulder lightly. Oh my god, I can’t break right now. I can’t shatter right now. I can’t. No. No. No.

I fail.

Maxon is grinning at me, and a smile on my face is creeping up in my lips. Damn it, America. Why? He pushes me up and lets me sit on his lap. Okay, this is pretty awkward. Especially, we’re inside the airplane. Not a typical scene for making out and doing some wife-husband relationship things. Maxon’s legs is in between, so my legs are either side of his. I’m sitting on his lap, facing him, and he grins. Pushes me at the back and kisses me passionately. The next destination of his lips are… my cleavage. God darn it. I’m giggling like an idiot, and I can’t help but to let him continue. I’m craving of him. I want more of him.

He stands up, my legs are either side of his waist. I lock him with me by curling my legs around his waist, we’re standing between the rows of seats. Then suddenly, the airplane jerks. I fall on my back, and I groan loudly. Maxon is on top of me, completely shocked. Next thing that is happening is super duper uber awkward. The lady opens the door and sees us, me underneath Maxon, Maxon, laying on top of me. Awkwarrrrrdd.

The lady is gawking at us, chagrined by the sight of us. She opens her mouth, and her cheeks flood with redness. Maxon motions to her, and she nods, quickly goes back to her business. She shuts the door and I’m still groaning. Maxon, being cocky, continues what he’s doing. He leans down, kissing my neck lightly. And I place my hands on his back, pushing him into me. My chest hits his chest, and I can feel the warm of his body.

Oh, what a cool moment.