It's So Much More Than That (A Selection Story)

Chapter 13

So...honeymoon chapters! Just a reminder that this might be for mature audiences, so beware. I'm not going to be super explicit, however, I am going to write it how I would picture Kiera writing it...so yeah. Gotta love those Maxerica moments! Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

Chapter 13:

After the cars had taken us through the city and to the airport, we boarded a private jet that would be taking us wherever we were destined to go. Maxon was quite secretive about it, because he wanted to (unsurprisingly) surprise me. I wondered if I was ever going to get tired of this...all of this. We had been in flight for at least seven and a half hours so far...were we going to Europe? Or perhaps somewhere else?

The jet had some nice couches in it instead of seats, so both us had kind of curled up against each other and fallen asleep. I'm looking at Maxon now. He's peacefully sleeping for once. I reach over a tuck in a golden strand of hair that's fallen in his face. There's still a small smile playing across his face, even now. I lean my head against his chest and smile, knowing that there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

"Hmmm..." Maxon murmured. I realized that I had probably woken him up. I look up and see that his eyes are closed but he's clearly conscious. "America..." He moans, and then his eyes pop open. "How long was I asleep?" He mumbles.

"Long enough." I say. "You've been sleeping for about the past six hours". I'm glad that he actually got some rest on the flight so far...it was the second time I've seen him sleeping so peacefully. After the reception I was exhausted from dancing all night, however I had never felt more alive. Boarding this plane with Maxon had been perfect. After we got settled and gotten refreshments, the stewardess and guards had left us alone in this part of the cabin. They had asked if we needed anything else, however we were both content with just being alone. We sat there for a while; just talking about the wedding and the humorous things some of the guests did until our fatigue got the best of us.

"You let me sleep that long?"

"Yes. You needed it." I chuckle. "Even as King, you need to take a break every once in a while. When we're on vacation, you're not going to worry about other things. Okay?"

Maxon smiles and gives me a light kiss on the forehead. "I wouldn't dream of it." He answers. "For the next few weeks, I just want it to be you and me. No advisors, no country, no cameras...and hopefully a lot less guards."

"I wish we didn't need them"

"Me too, but you and I are way too important though."

"I know. I just don't want to feel like there's always going to be people right outside our door or something. It's really not necessary." I say.

Maxon reassures "It'll be okay. They have strict orders to leave us alone most of the time. They are just here to maintain a perimeter and make sure everything we eat and drink is safe, etc. It's our honeymoon, so they will keep a good distance, I'm sure." I twist around and wrap my arms around him, savoring this moment.

"I can't wait to spend three whole weeks with you, and not have to worry about any other girls, parents, or family." Even though it's not that much time, it still feels like a small infinity. Everyday I am able to be free of all other obligations besides Maxon is something I'll never forget.

Maxon pulls me in closer. "Me too. I think this will be the first time in my life that I'm not expected to do something for the country."

"No, but I'm expecting you do something for me."

"And what's that?" He says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Love me. Love me more than anything in the world, because that's how I feel about you."