Forever- a Selection Fanfiction

Chapter Two- The Night That Was

After the Report is finished, there is a small reception that apperently Queen Amberly herself had organised before she was killed. It makes my eyes well up when they tell me this, but Maxon just grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. Although this gesture was meant well, it makes me feel guilty and selfish- it  was his mum who died after all- so I squeeze back and kiss him, which catchess him by surprise. 

We make our rounds and collect gifts that shouldn’t have been given – like one from Aspen’s family even though they can barely feed themselves. All of the girls from the Selection give me something small, although it seems the Elite had coordinated and given me a charm braclet, then each given a charm to represent our friendship. The idea was so sweet and Maxon loved it.

Finally, when it was over Maxon and I stood by the door and said goodbye to all the guests, and then raced upstairs. Literally raced. “I’ll race you back to my room.” He had said. Of course, there was no way I was going to let him win. Halfway up the stairs though, he picked me up bridal style and ran back to his suite with me in his arms, bouncing with every step he too.

Finally he dropped me onto the bed and playfully pinned me down. Me kissed me softly once, twice, three times, before slowly moving down to my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, until his lips met the edge of my dress. “Well,” he said seductivly. “This is a slight inconvience, isn’t it?”

I gave a short, breathy laugh, rolled onto my side before he crashed beside me. Our faces were so close together, his breath smelt of vanilla, which I remember is one of his favoruite scents. His hands gently move to the zip on the back of my dress and it slowly undoes. I quietly slip my arms ourof it, but one of my heels ( I had forgotten to take off my shoes) gets caught in the riffles. I start thumping my leg in the most ungraceful way, and Maxon laughs. Finally I manage to extract myself from the dress in one piece.

Maxon’s finger starts to trace my skin- first my lips, then my jaw and collarbone and finally the straps of my bra. Before he can get any further, I catch him by surprise as I start to unbutton his shirt. I hear two loud thumps as what must be his shoes hit the ground and his arms move away from meand start to pull off his pants. For minutes, it seems, we are both just lying there in our underwear, not saying anything, just admiring each other. Gently I grasp his hands from my face and pull them around me to unclasp my bra. Before I, he (we?) can take it off, he says “Are you sure?”.

“Positive.” I reply and we proceed to undress oursleves. The rest of the night is a blur, and all I can remember is Maxon whispering “I love you” to me and me saying it back, and tucking ourselves under the sheets before anyone walks in and knowing that for certain, I love him. Forever.

Hey guys um thanks for being awesome readers! Im working on getting some cover art and yeah :)

Sorry this is short and unedited- its 12:30 am and I need to sleep. Might update again later.

Ilsym and keep reading!

PS things are about to heat up.