Author's note: I rise from the dead. Lol, jk, but sorry for not not updating in ages. I am a blatant liar and will promise nothing anymore, except that I will hopefully complete this at some point. Anyway, the chapters will prly be shorter, 'cause I can't seem to do long ones anymore. Beware, some smut. Otherwise enjoy. And sorry again for taking so long. Also sorry for the horrible typos in the previous chapters. I will try to take care of them (prly won't but still, A for effort right?).

I open my eyes to see an unfamiliar wall. Why is it so dark in here? I squint to see an ugly brown chest of drawers. I must be dreaming. Maybe I'll give myself ten more minutes. No. Better start the day right. I stretch out my arms to accidentally smack something soft. I look over and see that I've accidentally hit Maxon in the side of his chest. Fully awake, I check to see if he woke up, but he's cold out. Oh right. I slept in his room. I look around again and it's starting to look familiar. I should really tell him to get rid of the hideous chest of drawers though. I turn back to look at Maxon and try to stop myself from grinning at the funny way he sleeps. Curled up in a little ball with his mouth slightly agape, hair a mess. I refrain from petting the soft ball of hair on his head and instead watch the way the duvet moves slightly every time he breathes. If only every moment could be this peaceful. I want to save this moment forever. Oh right. I scan the room and spot what I'm looking for on his table. Ever so slowly and quietly I get up and tiptoe over to it. I carefully put the camera strap around my neck so as not to accidentally drop it and try to turn it on while making my way back to the bed. After pressing multiple different buttons an image of the floor appears. That probably means it's on. I try to find the shooter button as I move to get a good view of Maxon's face. I think I have it and I take a picture. The camera lets out a loud click and I glance over the camera to make sure he hasn't woken. Luckily he's still out of it. I wish I could sleep as soundly as him. I snap a couple more photos before getting bored and instead taking some of the room, giving me a chance to explore it at the same time.

The furniture is slightly darker than mine, but he has huge windows on one wall with what I assume is a door for the balcony. I open a closet to find a huge array of suits in varying shades of navy, brown and black. In a drawer underneath I find a couple dozen ties, luckily more colorful than the suits and in the next some underwear, which I promptly close and try to forget. Looking closer, his room is full of character. From his clothes that all have a distinct style to the piles of old speech drafts he keeps filed under his desk to the photo albums he has, everything in this room screams Maxon. I let out a happy sigh as I rifle through some photos he has taken. Almost all are from his travels abroad or of the palace, but they somehow give me the sense that he was very lonely. His photos with people mostly contain family and guests at parties, but none of friends or peers. I glance at the pile in the bed. What must it be like to grow up a prince? You get lots of attention and people know you, but you give up your freedom for people who don't really know you anyway. I shouldn't make assumptions though.

I walk over to the bed and gently hug Maxon from over the covers. I run my fingers through his silky soft hair and listen to his rhythmic breathing.

"Hey." I whisper softly in his ear.

"I just want to make sure you know that I'll always be here with you." I hope he's still asleep. Or maybe not.

"Mmmm."

"Oh, is the beauty finally arising?" I whisper playfully in his ear.

"Mhh." I lift myself off him, but he grabs my wrist pulling me down on top of him.

"Where do you think you're going?" His low husky voice catches me by surprise. It's melodious and beautiful. It makes my heart beat a tiny bit faster. I could listen to it all day.

"Nowhere, just letting you get up." I try to get up again, but this time a fully awake Maxon flips me on my back where I'm suddenly staring up at his face.

"Oh." His unruly hair frames his face in such a way that it looks so soft I want to touch it. I blink slowly, but can't tear my eyes away and instead let them roam his face. His strong jawline, his intense gaze, his set lips, his soft lips, the small part of them. Everything seems to be getting closer and I close my eyes as I realize it's because they are and Maxon has his lips on mine. I let the sensation overwhelm my body as I concentrate on the heat radiating from his body and the sensation of his tongue intertwined with mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, letting myself play with the ends of his hair. I let out a small moan as his body comes closer to mine.

"You're killing me America. Softly, slowly, but still killing me." I arch my back as Maxon's husky voice in my ear sends a warm burst through my body.

"What about you then?" I let my lips linger by his ear.

"That husky voice of yours could be used as a lethal weapon."

"Oh I know." He gives me a wicked grin before kissing my neck.

"You know I don't play fair when it comes to you." He gazes intensely at me.

"So will you let me play dirty?" He glances down at my body before resting his gaze on my lips. I let the heavy pulsing I feel all over my body decide for me.

"Only if you let me play dirty too." He smirks at me.

"Only if it's you." Maxon's weight falls down on me as he consumes me. I trace the scars on his back as he slips his hand under my nightgown. I move into his touch and trace my hands along his chest, over his defined abs and down. It still feels new but also familiar. I love the way Maxon reacts to my touch. The way his eyes are ablaze and his breathing is heavy, the way it hitches every time I move my hand. I just want more of it. I lean up to kiss his neck. He moves onto the bed next to me.

"Sorry. Can't. Hold. Myself. Up." I drape a leg over his.

" Don't." I seal his lips with a kiss and he runs his hand through my hair. It's amazing. I sit up to take off my nightgown and underpants. I don't want anything between us.

"Please don't stare too much." I look away. How embarrassing.

"Hey." It's so gentle and soft, I turn to look at his sweet face.

"There is no part of your body that I don't adore." He smirks.

"So I'll stare as much as I want." I swat at his arm.

"Please don't."

"No can do." He sits up as well and removes his underwear. Luckily the curtains are still drawn so the room is dark, but I can make out every inch of his body perfectly. I take it all in, letting my eyes roam his body, trying to memorize every curve, every angle. I can sense him doing the same but I'm too engrossed to care.

"Hey."

"Hey." He whispers back.

"Can I touch you?" Maxon lets out a hearty laugh.

"Of course you can," he says, taking my hand in his and guiding it to his chest. He leans in closer.

"As much as you like." A switch is flipped and I want him. I kiss him deeply. Electricity courses through me every time and everywhere we touch. Both our hands roam south and I love it when he runs his hand up my thigh. I press into him and spread my legs a bit as I feel his penis touch the bottom of my stomach. He guides me down and we fall as a tangled mess into the covers. As I feel him enter me I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his head. We fall into a rhythm and I let the pulses of pleasure wash over me as Maxon's moans become even with his thrusts.

A knock on the door sends an icy shock down my body and I freeze. Maxon also stops and we both just stare at each other in horror. Both of us seem to spring to action at the same time, because Maxon quickly moves under the sheets and I run to the bathroom.