A/N / Summary: This is my take on how Fran's and Maxwell's Honeymoon would have gone, had they not falling off the ship and got stranded on the island. If all goes well, I'll continue the story with their live's after the honeymoon. I must warn you, there will be sex in this.
This is my first Nanny Fanfic but I've been a huge Nanny fan for quite some time and only recently discovered there is a Nanny spot on . Lol, silly me looked for THE Nanny, and didn't find it it TV shows. So, one day I decided to check again and thought, why not look under just Nanny? Lo and behold, I found it!And let me just say, there are a lot of great stories on here! I just dislike that there is hardly any Fran/Max stuff. A lot of Niles/C.C. I love that couple, but my all time favorite of course is Fran/Max so, I hope you all like this story. Please Review and I'll continue!
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[From the Nanny Episode: Honeymoon's overboard.]
Fran and Maxwell stood on the deck of the ship the night of their wedding, the begining of what would be their two month long honeymoon. They were sharing a sweet kiss while swaying gently side to side as music played very quietly and softly in the backround.
"Oh my god, Fran." , said Maxwell. "You look exquisite in this moonlight."
A big smile played on Fran's face as she replied, "Well after 29, a girls best light is candle and or moon." They both shared another sweet kiss before saying 'I love you' to each other, thus initiating another long kiss between the newly weds.
Pulling from the kiss Maxwell said to Fran, "Don't move. Don't move an inch, I want to remember you just like this. I'm gonna go get a camera," he says before walking off into the room they would sleep in that night.
"Don't forget to put the red eye on!" Fran yelled, and them proceeded to find a position Maxwell would find sexy.
Fran pulled the lounge chair over and used it to get herself onto the edge of the ship, fixing herself to have her legs crossed and adjusting her outfit. She had a large smile on her face, only thinking of their wedding that had just passed and the sexy man, Maxwell, her husband, who would be coming out any minute to take her picture.
Fran went to fix her hair, and wobbled a bit nearly falling, catching herself at the last second just as Max came back out with a camera.
"Whoa, darling, please get down from there. You could fall." he said coming up to her and placing his hands on her hips and helping her jump down.
Smiling ear to ear, Fran put her lips near his ear and whispered, "I don't need to fall off this boat to get wet, ya know." she said with a wink. Maxwell blushed a little and nodded.
"Well, uh..." he chuckled nervously. "Let me take your picture, love." he said and stood back. Fran posed with her body slightly turned away, her head turned towards the camera while biting on her lower lip. Max could feel his pants growing a little tight. He snapped the picture and set the camera down, walking up to his gorgeous wife.
"Oh, Fran. Darling, you look so intoxicating right now." he whispered, kissing her and moving down her jaw and to her neck. She moaned softly, closing her eyes and nearly going limp in his arms. Not like that's never happened before...
"Mmm, sweetie. Please, I can't take it. I want you so bad, right now." Fran said, her nails raking down his muscular back. God only know's how long it's been sence Fran last had sex, a few days before she first started working for the Sheffields. So about 5 years ago and some days. And as for Mr Sheffield, he hadn't had sex sence Sara. So both of them were well over due for some good ol love making, and well it was their wedding night.
Maxwell reached down to lift her up, but she stepped on the bottom of her dress and it ripped a little. "Aw, no! My dress.." she began to whine. Max just smiled and reached down ripping it the rest of the way, making it about as short as her skirts usualy were. He tossed the now useless material off to the side and pulled her back in close, lifting her up bridal style.
"Much better." he said with his British accent that only seemed to further push Fran into sexual overdrive. She wanted, no, needed him, and right now. She'd waited long enough, and she wanted badly to make love to her husband, Max, who she loved with everything in her.
Max connected their lips together in a passionate love and lust filled frenzy as he carefully made his way into the boat and shut their door. Quickly he made it to the bed, and placed her on it, only disconnecting their lips for a second. But his eyes never left hers, both of them completely lost in each other.
They had not a worry nor a care in the world. They were in love, married, and alone on a ship (apart from their captain and a small team of workers of course), and had nothing to worry about to interrupt them from what was definitaly about to happen.
They kissed again, for a long time. Max partially laying on her, on of her legs over the other. A habit, so not to just expose herself. That and... she wasn't wearing panties.
"Oh Max, I've waiting so long for this moment." she said between kisses.
"What moment, darling?" Max asked, taking on the task of kissing and nipping at her neck which she gladly turned her head to give him better access.
"Making love to my husband, the night of our wedding." she said, smiling big and wide, her eyes closed enjoying the sensations he was sending through her. "To make love to you..." she said. Max stopped at that moment to look into her eyes where they both smiled warmly. Love glistened in both their eyes, and the undying desire for each other.
In a flash they were at each other. Their lips mashing together, tongues fighting for dominance. Fran's hands worked to take off Max's robe which was very easy, then she began with the buttons on his white shirt. Pushing that off his shoulders as well. Max got off her for a second to pull the covers down to the bottom of the bed for when they went further.
Their breathing grew heavy and labored as Max now moved to lay in between her legs. Instantly heating Fran's core more than it already was. She bit her lip as he kissed down to her breasts, a hand massaging it's way up and down her left side. They were both in heaven.
Fran wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled at him, and he pressed himself into her, getting a small gasp out of her when she felt his arousal through his pants. She removed her legs and worked to unbotton his pants now and slid them down. Just as she hooked her fingers into his boxers his hand went on her's, gently but holding her to stop her from advancing.
"Wha- what is it, sweetie?" she asked him, confused. Looking up at him who was only smiling down at her.
"I want to take this nice and slow. To make love to you, the right way." he whispered. Fran was taken under his spell and nodded as he worked his way down her body. He lifted her left leg and pressed gentle kisses to her ankle, then up to her knee and to mid thigh. He repeated this with the left leg, then made his way back up her body. His hands slid slowly up her thighs as he kissed her lips, his hands making their way up her dress and resting on her flat stomach.
Max noticed he didn't feel a pantie line when he ran from her upper thigh to her stomach and this made him let out a very low barely audible growl which Fran picked up on.
"Your not wearing underpants, Mrs Sheffield.." he mumbled while his hands went up and cupped her breasts under her clothing.
Her back arched slightly pressing her perky breasts into his large hands. "Easier access for you, Mista Sheffield." she whispered back, letting out a small whine when his hands suddenly disappeared from her skin. She then heard tearing sounds and felt slight tugging on her then she felt a cool breeze. He had ripped off the rest of her outfit and was now staring down her naked body with lust filled eyes. As if he hadn't eaten in weeks and was staring at an all you can eat buffet. This thought made her hungry, but right now she was more hungry for some of him...
"Why Fran, you are absolutely gorgeous." he whispered looking her over, practically drooling. She blushed and mearly smiled at his flattery, and sat up, grabbing gently for his boxers she connected their lips and began to slowly kiss him. As the boxers got further down his legs, they began to fall back into the bed. Him partially on top of her, and he also grabbed the blankets and pulled them up to their waists.
Fran tried to peak down at his dick which was standing tall and proud at attention and it throbbed in agony to be with Fran. Maxwell needed her just as badly as she needed him. And right now, he would certainly give into that desire.
"Oh Max, please, take me. Take me, Max right now!" she pleaded. Max needed no more from her, and pressed a silencing kiss to her lips as he spread her legs and lay himself in between them. She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh and god if she didn't get him inside of her now she was going to scream.
She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand roaming down to her heated core. The center of her desire she so badly craved for him to touch. Max ran a finger gently up her slit and found her slick. Nice and wet and he almost broke out in a sweat right then and there.
He broke their kiss and looked down at her, almost questioning if this was okay. He found her encouraging smile and a small quick nod from her. "I love you, Max." she whispered.
"And I love you, Fran." he whispered back. Max rested his elbo's on either side of her body so not all of his weight would be on her and after aligning himself correctly, he eased himself into her tight warm core.
Fran let out a long moan as he made his way into her, her eyes closed at this point, and Max watched in amazement as his wife reacted to him. Fran was almost like a virgin it'd been so long sense she last had sex, she was so tight and he was bigger than anyone she'd been with before. He stilled to let her adjust to him, and when she was fine she pulled him down for a kiss.
Max began to thrust himself in and out of her, both of them moaning into each other's mouths as pleasure shot through them both like wildfire. So long they'd awaited this, and it was finally here. Her making love to Maxwell Sheffield, her used to be employer and now husband. Whom she had been in love with sense practically day one, well, actually sence that dance they shared at her camp reunion. And him making love to her, who he felt was the most beautiful women he'd ever seen in his life. This charming and sweet, beautiful women who was his nanny and now his wife whom he loved with all of his heart.
About 20 minutes passed, and Fran was unable to stop the loud moans and screams that came from her as he kept plunging into her. The magic that was in the atmosphere from their love making was phenominal. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him tightly, making him go deeper.
"Oh Max, ohhh Maxwell!" she shouted, and he too let out his own moans and her name rolled off his lips many times. As they grew closer, Fran could feel herself going into her climax and Max as well. He pressed his face into her neck as they both drew closer, until finally Fran grew tighter around him and she began to shudder as her orgasm ripped through her. Sending him over the edge at the same time.
"Oh Mista Sheffield!" she screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head and the most wonderful high covered every surface of her sweat covered flushed skin. Max exploded into her, and when they both calmed down a little, he slipped out of her and rolled over, spooning her from behind.
They both panted for a while, catching their breaths and calming down the great cloud they were floating on. It was as if they'd died and were in a whole new world. A place of nothing but love and pleasures and the sweet symphony of heavy breathing from the best sex of their lives.
"Fran.. That was... exhilerating." Max whispered, kissing her bare shoulder. "Ah, darling, I love you so much." he whispered.
"I love you too, Max. It was amazing." she said. Then she elbo'd him in the stomach.
"What the devil was that for, love?" he asked.
"Do you know how many chances we had to do this!" she exlaimed, half joking and half serious. "I can't believe we waited 5 years!"
Laughing, Max pulled her into his chest after she'd turned to face him. "But it was worth the wait, my love. We are married, on our way to our honeymoon and we just made love for the very first time." he said kissing her.
Fran giggled and pulled back saying, "I agree love but I say we go for round two, what do you think?" she said with her thick nasal/Flushing/Jewish accent.
Max smirked. "That wasn't enough?" he asked.
"Are you kidding? We have 5 years to make up for!" she said and they both shared a good laugh before they did go again, and by about 3 in the morning they were sound asleep.
Max couldn't wait till morning, he had a nice surprise for her as to wear the honeymoon was going to be. They should be docking by 10 in the morning. For now, they both slept peacefully in eachothers arms.
So what did ya think? I think it was great. Now, this chapter was mainly filled with sex but it was their first night as husband and wife, of course they'll have sex! So, next chapter will be up asap! Please Review and tell me what ya think because this story is far from over. I'm doing my version of their honeymoon and possibly their live's after. Enjoy! Review!