MST: A note from the author:

Hey, y'all! I'm writing this after an extended hiatus from fanfiction. This one is based on the selection, and is rated MA. I hope you enjoy my first chapter, and I will update as often as I possibly can. Please follow, rate and review. PM me with an questions or comments regarding the story.

PS. I apologize for any grammatical errors, I typed this first chapter on an iPad during vacation!

Roses,

Princess

*Chapter 1: Wedding Night

I tossed myself on to my bed. Our bed. Ours now.

It was so difficult to believe that mere months had passed since the beginning of the Selection and I was a Five. Now, I was the queen. THE One.

I hugged a pillow to my chest and smiled. Our wedding reception had gone so smoothly. Many people had showed up, mostly friends, family, allies. I spent a great deal of the night dancing- with Maxon, May, Marlee, Aspen, even Mom had joined me for a song or two. Now, I was tired, my feet were killing me, and my dress felt as if it weighed a million pounds.

One of my newer maids, Kristine, undid the straps of my heels slowly. I had given Mary the night off so she could attend my reception. She left happy, full, and pretty tipsy with one of the new handsome guards. Maxon was sending off some of our visitors with well wishes, and I had excused myself to our chambers.

"So, is tonight the night, Miss?" Kristine's voice was slightly muffled by the many layers of tulle on my gown.

I practically jumped at her words. "What?"

Kristine emerged from under my gown holding up my delicate heels. "Begging your pardon, Miss. I don't mean to intrude."

"No, no, no. I just had forgotten." I suddenly remembered what crazy lingerie Marlee and Mary had coaxed me into before the ceremony.

Mary had walked into my dressing room with tiny scraps of white fabric held together with what seemed to be the finest threads. "What is this?" I sighed when she set it on the chaise lounge.

"Bridal lingerie," Mary exclaimed, shaking her shoulders at me.

When they finally got me into it, I felt embarrassed. The bra was made up entirely of delicate lace. It seemed so fragile that it felt as if it were holding up my breasts for dear life. Delicate sky blue stones trimmed the scalloped edges, and my nipples were visible, soft and pink peeking through the thin crochet. I resisted the urge to cover my breasts, only because the bottoms were equally as, if not more scandalous. The panties were made with the same fabric, and cut into a bikini style. The back was practically non-existent; it seemed to be just thin strips of lace gathered and held together with a small blue bow. The briefs were as see through as the top, but Mary had fortunately thought ahead to have me groomed in that area the day before.

I flushed as I thought back, but a knock on the door disturbed my thoughts. Kristine quickly rearranged my skirt, and opened the door. As Maxon walked in, she immediately fell into a deep courtesy. "Your Majesty."

"Please. Maxon will do, Kristine. We have discussed this," he smiled warmly at my newest friend.

"Um, yes, your Majesty," she courtesied again. Maxon sighed and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

I rushed over to Kristine. "What do I do?" I hissed.

"Be sexy!"

"Last time I tried that I got laughed at," I cried frantically. "Help me!"

Kristine reached around and pulled out the silver and blue jeweled comb from my hair- a gift from Elise. My tousled red hair fell in waves to my chest. She ran her fingers through it, and pulled a tube of poppy colored lipstick from her bosom.

"Here," she adjusted my crown. "Put this on, ask him to help you get undressed."

"What?"

"Just do it! Trust me!" Kristine ran out.

I heard Maxon finishing up in the bathroom, so I scurried over to the mirror and quickly applied the lipstick. The bathroom door swung open just as I set it down.

Maxon stood before me, his mop of dark blonde hair tousled. His white shirt was unbuttoned, and I saw glimpses of his strong chest and his scar from being shot.

I gulped and tried not to look so visibly shaken. I began to pull pins from my hair to take off my crown, just as he had removed his and set it on the blue pillow made from a soft, plush fabric I had just learned about- velvet. When I was done pulling pins, I turned to Maxon; he was staring at me, eyes glittering. "My America...," he whispered, trailing three of his fingers from my cheek to my cleavage. "My wife. My queen."

"Maxon...," I said softly. He looked up at me as if I had just broken a trance. "Will you help me undress?"

He grinned a lopsided grin. "Yes, my love. " he started with the plethora of buttons on the back of my gown. With every one, I could hear his breath becoming more and more heavy.

Finally, I stepped out of my gown, and turned to him, slightly embarrassed. Even though i was wearing the lingere, I felt near naked, as if my crown was the only thing I was wearing. My nipples were hard now, their soft pinkness poking through the thin lace. I caught a glimpse of Maxon's face before I shied away in embarrassment; he looked like could barely contain himself. "Wow."

He walked over to me, and pulled me into a deep kiss. I felt something leap in my belly, and desire formed in my lower region. Maxon trailed his fingers around my body, and lowered his kisses to my neck. I whimpered in ecstasy.

Maxon took off my crown, setting it on a pillow near identical to his, and pulled me to the bed. I lay down, my hair splayed in all directions, and feet on the floor as I watched Maxon undress. One he was down to his boxers, my breathing hitched. We were going to be naked. I had never seen anyone naked before. I sat up, and tried to calm myself.

Maxon turned to me worried, taking my hand and kneeling to see my face. "America? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I...," I gulped. "I'm just-"

"Nervous?" He asked.

I giggled. "Yeah."

"Me too," Maxon propped himself up with an elbow on each side of my bare thighs, and looked up at me. "You look magnificent."

I sighed. "I don't feel magnificent."

He laughed. "Hey, we'll just take things slowly. Don't feel pressured to rush everything. We can take our time."

I smiled. "Okay." Maxon walked over to the opposite side of the bed, and turned out the chandelier. The only light source came from the vanilla scented candles that be-specked the room, giving the entire chamber a warm glow. Maxon lay down next to me, arm propped up with an elbow. I scooted closer to him. I was cold, and very thankful for the heat from his body.

"So, I have something to tell you."

I turned to him. "What?"

"Since much of the rebel unrest has died down after we destroyed the castes," he started, pulling something out of the end table next to his bed. "I thought we could go on a honeymoon."

"Honeymoon?" The word tasted foreign in my mouth.

"Yes. The upper castes would do this thing after they get married. Basically it's a vacation for a married couple." He handed me a photo. It was a wood house, much bigger than our old one in Carolina, but not enormous. A large porch encircled the house, and tropical looking flowers grew in clusters around, and long sea grass grew is clumps. A much younger version of King Clarkson stood in khaki shorts and sunglasses, a soft white shirt billowed in the wind. Queen Amberly, as beautiful as ever, stood beside him, beaming in a blue and white floral sundress, and a tiny infant Maxon toddled I front of them. In the background, the ocean lapped up against the white sand.

"Oh, Maxon," my heart swelled. "But what about the kingdom? The castle?"

He placed a warm hand on my bare belly. "I'll have to take my work with me, but I think the staff can take good care of the castle while we're away."

I rolled into his arms and hugged him. Maxon pressed his lips to mine and then looked at me, our noses touching. "So... No sex tonight?"

I rolled over. "I guess not. I just don't feel ready."

Maxon let out a teasing sigh. "You seemed pretty ready a few days ago."

I smacked him with a pillow and we both laughed. Maxon suddenly climbed on top of me and kissed me passionately. "Why don't I just give you something to help you relax?"

We kissed, our tongues touching and twining together. Before I knew it, Maxon's hands were on my back, and attempting to unhook my bra. I felt the fabric come loose, and my breasts were exposed. Maxon let out a passionate growl as he trailed his kisses from my neck to my nipples. I felt myself tense and relax. His tongue and lips felt so amazing on my breasts. He kissed, nibbled, licked, and sucked on my left breast as his fingers teased my right. "Your tits are so perfect," he murmured, caressing them won his palms. My arms began to goose bump. He had never spoken to me that way, and I loved every bit of it. I made a satisfactory moan in acknowledgment, and Maxon looked up at me. "Do you like that?"

"Yes," I mumbled guiltily.

Maxon smiled. "Will you let me touch your pussy, my love?"

Now I was breathing heavily. "Yes, Maxon."

He trailed his kisses down my chest, belly, to my nether region. My pussy. Maxon slowly pulled off my panties, and tossed them onto the floor. A burst of pleasure shocked my body as Maxon, began to lick me. A moan escaped, and I feel Maxon sigh between my legs. "Do you like that, baby?"

"Yes," I panted.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"Then say my name," Maxon resumed his work on my pussy. Pleasure pulsated through my legs, making my entire body tremor.

"Maxon..."

His fingers were now working on the very sensitive spot where he was licking me. "Say it."

"Maxon..."

Maxon's hands remained on my pussy as he moved back up to my breasts, kissing and licking them. The pleasure was almost unbearable. "Louder," he commanded, his fingers teasing my spot and my opening.

"Maxon," I moaned. His name on my tongue felt almost as pleasurable as his motions on my pussy. "Oh... Maxon. Maxonnnn!"

His fingers moved faster, so did his tongue, as I felt my pleasure reach an ultimate peak. I screamed and he slowed. Maxon's lips eventually found mine and they kissed me gently until the amazing feeling had subsided. When my breathing had slowed, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was soaking in my nude body, his eyes glittering as if in awe.

"Mer, you are absolute perfection," he whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek.

I blushed. He has seen me naked. I still hadn't seen him. I began to hunt for my bra and panties. "What are you doing?"

I swallowed. "Getting dressed." Maxon looked at me, confused. "I haven't seen you naked yet, and I don't exactly think it's fair."

Maxon laughed and slapped his knee. "That is so you, America."

I huffed and got up to find a night gown. Maxon sat up. "America, please don't be mad. I don't want to undress. I feel like I wouldn't be able to stop myself if I did." I turned to him, and suddenly realized what he was talking about. I noticed how... Hard he was. I felt another ache in my loins. He came over to me and embraced me from behind. I felt his erection against my lower back. "You don't have to get dressed, but you can if you want to." He kissed the top of my head and retreated to our bed.

Fortunately for Maxon, many of the night gowns Mary had made for me left little to the imagination. I settled on a very short deep red lace night gown, pretty much completely see through, except for satiny flowers that covered my nipples and nether regions.

Maxon's arms greeted me when I returned to the bed. He pulled the blanket up to my shoulders and pulled me close, my butt against his hardness. He kissed me just below my ear, and I shivered. "Goodnight, My America. I love you."

I snuggled into his warmth. "I love you, too, Max."

He sighed contentedly. "Sleep well."

It was pretty difficult to sleep well with his hand softly fondling my breast through the satin.