A/N: I wrote another little one shot.with that, there is absolutely no connecting plot between them.enjoy :)
"Maxon?" America called to the darkness of her room from her bed. She had woken up when she turned over and realized that Maxon wasn't there for her to cuddle into like she would on a normal night. She couldn't really see anything since it was still really dark out and the moon was covered by clouds.
"Yes, Darling?" Maxon asked.
"Where are you?"
"By the door." He said, coming back over the bed and sitting down on the edge after taking the shirt he was wearing off. America crawled over and hugged him from behind, placing delicate kisses on his exposed neck and down to the edge of his shoulder. She could feel his body relax into hers just a little bit, but she still knew that he was on edge for some reason.
"What's wrong, Baby?"
"I just… I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk around the palace."
She sighed, "Baby, you could have woken me up. I would have gone with you."
He just shook his head. That was his first mistake. He always tries to spend time with her, even in the dead of night. She can recall many times where Maxon was laying in bed awake and woke her up so they could go dance in the garden. He rubbed his eyes, wincing like something hurt, but there was nothing to hurt him. That was mistake number two. "It's alright, Darling. You need your sleep. Especially since we just got Osten to sleep through the night and you were always the one to rush to him before."
That was the third and final mistake he made. He made an excuse, and a bullshit one too. America wasn't always the one to run, granted she preferred to. But many times she slept through the night and it wasn't till after Maxon came in that she realized something had happened.
She moved around him, placing herself on his lap to straddle him. Her arms hung loosely around his neck to hold herself in place. His arms naturally went around her, holding her by her ass. She looked into his deep cocoa eyes and saw straight through him. "Why were you actually up, Maxon?"
He closed his eyes tight. She could feel him tense and shiver below her. He sighed in defeat, "I had a nightmare and I needed to get some fresh air, so I went outside and sat on our bench."
"Talk to me, Baby. What happened in the dream? Please tell me so I can help you..." She pleaded.
Maxon's life before her was so closed off and reserved. America found it hard to get Maxon to talk about how he felt, even after 10 years of marriage. So, America would always resort to begging him to talk to her and telling her what was wrong. She figured that if he couldn't tell her what he was feeling or what was happening in his life, then he would share it with someone else, like a mistress. Because, in her mind, what if one of those conversations he doesn't want to have is about how she is in bed or how he isn't satisfied anymore.
Maxon, on the other hand, never wanted to burden America with how he felt. She has four children to take care of and then there was Brice who was almost 18 who she had to worry about, and Maxon never wanted to feel like child number 6 due to his hard-to-understand feelings. Besides, if something was really plaguing their relationship, he was more than happy to bring it up. His emotions didn't feel like a plague to him. They did feel like that to America, though.
Nonetheless, Maxon sighed heavily. America could smell mint tea on his breath as his lungs deflated and released the air out into the open space between them. He only ever drank mint tea when he was stressed. He swore it helped calm him down enough to get a clear thought.
"We were in the library, looking through the books trying to find one for a project or something and the sirens went off, like they did during the Selection, for a rebel attack. I saw your eyes shrink in fear, something that I never truly saw in you. You told me you had to get the kids. You kissed my cheek and ran off telling me that you'd meet me in the safe room with Eady and the boys. I tried to follow you but I just… couldn't. It seemed like every step I took added another ten steps in front of me. I just couldn't reach you." Maxon started to cry, tears forming and falling from his eyes rapidly. America placed her hands on his face, collecting the salty tears in her hands like they were precious jewels.
"Then," Maxon continued with tears still falling from his eyes, "I saw someone with a gun in front of you. You froze, holding your hands up. I have never once seen you surrender since we met. Then I heard the blare and shot of the gun going off. I tried to run to save you, but couldn't. I watched you fall, and I felt you fall in my arms. All of a sudden I was beside you and holding you as you were bleeding. The rebel got you in the center of the chest. There was no way I could save you. So I had to leave you. I never got a chance to say 'goodbye' or 'I love you' because you were gone before I even left your body. I cried as I ran trying to get to the kids or to safety but another shot fired and it was all too late."
He sobbed as his wife held him, promising to never leave his side. She felt for him. She had plenty of nightmares about losing Maxon to rebel attacks, kidnapping, or just him wanting to leave her. There was one time that America could easily recall that the dream that had made her so upset one night consisted of Maxon choosing Kris, exposing her and Aspen's relationship, and him killing her. She didn't go back to sleep that night nor did she want to. Many times, Maxon would stay up the majority of the night and comfort her because she was unable to fall back asleep, so America knew exactly what he was feeling.
"I'm so sorry that you had that dream, Baby. I really am. It breaks my heart knowing that you hurt so bad right now."
He just sobbed more. She sighed, "Do you remember that one time I woke up from a bad dream and you wanted to make me feel better so you gave me the one thing I'm always craving?"
He looked up at her with a puzzled face, tears starting to clear from his vision. She could see the gears in his head turning, trying to figure out exactly what she meant. She gave him a hint by rolling her hips over his, putting pressure on the one place that would give it away for him.
His eyes widened with realization. He groaned. "Oh, fuck."
"It's an option. I want whatever will make you happy, okay, Baby?" She said, moving her hips against his again. "I only ever want what's best for you. So all you have to do is ask nicely and I am all yours."
His grip tightened around her body. She felt her body light up with tingles. He groaned again as she gave him a lapdance until he responded.
He nodded, "May I please fuck the shit out of you so I can feel better?"
She giggled, kissing him, "Yes."
In an instant, he picked her up, flipped her over, and tore down the sleep shorts and underwear she was wearing. He took in the beauty of her delicate body. He was so afraid of her leaving him. She never wanted to leave. She was so intoxicated by him. He was a drug and she was an addict. He was the same way with her, never wanting to leave and being fully addicted. He moved quickly, just needing to feel her insides to distract himself. He pulled out his dick by slipping his pants and underwear down, letting the clothing fall at his ankles. He grabbed himself and got some of her wetness on himself by running it up her folds. She moaned. He smiled. Then, he pounded into her without a second of warning.
Her back arched so high, screams of pleasure filled the room, he pulled all the way out and repeated. Her body reacted more. He was drunk on her moans of sheer gratification and satisfaction. Again, he moved forcefully.
She moaned again.
"I- I'm not gonna b-be able to walk t-tomorrow am I?" She asked shakily right before he pulled out and pushed all the way back in.
"Nope. I'm putting you," He paused. He pulled all the way and pushed back in rapidly. His hips touched her ass as he spoke. "on bedrest."
She moaned more. The cycle continued on. Forceful thrust in and out with moans and wetness until she was getting closer.
Maxon noticed how she squirmed under his weight more than before. She was only a few thrust away from her body convulsing around him. He pulled all the way out, "This better be it, Baby…"
He thrust all the way back in. An electric scream followed by her legs shaking rapidly beside him and her walls pulsing around him. She was cumming. He pulled out and thrusted into her, this time softer, but still as deep. She kept reacting as long as Maxon kept moving.
Eventually, Maxon also was over the edge. He roughly grabbed her hips, holding the shaking frame still and went as hard and as fast as he possibly could till he came into her. She moaned as she felt herself getting filled by him.
She sighed, finally coming down with him. He pulled out. His lips fell onto her hip, kissing where his grip was on her, leaving little love bites along the way. Finally he kissed her lips.
"Thank you for making me want to sleep and dream of the way you make me feel." He thanks her.
She just nods, unable to speak post-orgasm.
"Do you need anything? Want anything? Ice? Water? To pee?"
She shook her head, "Cu-cu-cu…"
"Cuddles?"
She nods. He chuckles, but compiles. He wraps her in his warmth, holding her tightly to his body. She relaxes, causing her twitching leg to gain speed slightly, but not enough to cause any problems.
"Goodnight, My Queen."
She murmurs something that sounds sort of like 'goodnight' but it is all lost to him as they both drift into sleep.
America stirred awake first at 3 am with the dire need to pee. She could barely move her legs. She shook Maxon awake.
"Maxon…" She whispered.
His eyes burst open and he shot up in bed. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I'm okay. I just need to pee but I can't really move my legs because they are so sore. Care to help me out since you put me on bedrest?"
He chuckles in his low sleep hazed voice. "Of course."
He gets up, grabs America's arms and legs to carry her bridal style from the bed to the toilet in his bathroom. He gets her all situated so she can pee and carries her back. Without a moment's worth of hesitation, America is back asleep and Maxon soon follows her.
America, then, woke up in the morning around 7:45, which was her normal schedule so she could get her kids up and nurse with osten before breakfast.
When she woke, she moved her leg to try and get up but found her inner thigh was in the worst pain she had been in since childbirth with Kaden (who tore her poor vagina more than the twins and more than Osten).
"Maxon…" She grumbled.
He turned over, sleep still clouding over his eyes. "What's up, Baby?"
"When you said I was going to be on bed rest, I didn't think you meant literally."
He rubs his eyes, "Just take the day off, Darling. Brice can watch Osten so you can have a day to sleep and recover."
She sat up, wincing as she did. Maxon cringed as she was wincing. He didn't mean to hurt her to that point. She sighed as she relaxed in bed, "I still have things I need to do, Babe. We have the New Asia monarchs coming up in a few days and then following this we have representatives from every province coming to the palace for three days and I still have to finish planning all of the events and getting the rooms on the second floor set up and everything else."
He rubs his face. He sighs, looking at his wife's pleading eyes. "Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take you to your room. I'll go to your office and bring you all of your work so that way you can still get stuff done. Mary will be with you the entire day so that way she can get you food, run things around for you, or whatever else you need. I'll come by and visit every so often and I'll have the kids come visit, including Brice with Osten, so that way you can see them, okay?"
"Fine. What if I need to use the bathroom? You want me to just get Mary to get you so you can help me?"
"She can get me or Aspen. I trust that both he and I can get you in and out real quick just to relieve yourself, okay?"
She sighs, "I don't like this, but fine. Care to take me to my room?"
"Always, Darling."
He gets out of bed, stretching a little before throwing on a shirt and grabbing America to carry her to her room. He kicks the door open to her room. Mary jumps, but quickly conforms to protocol.
Her curtsy is short in length before she is asking questions and rushing to the aid of the Queen. "Oh my god! Is she alright? What happened? What can I do?"
"Calm down, Mary. I'm okay- well, for the most part I'm okay."
"What did you do to her?" Mary asks Maxon. If America says she's fine that means she doesn't want to get Maxon in trouble, and he had carried her over many times before because she was sore. One time was within the first two weeks of their marriage, too. So, when America said she was okay, that really meant whatever happened was Maxon's fault and he was the one who needed to be questioned.
Maxon sets America down on her bed. America responds for him. "He didn't really do anything. To be quite honest with you, we had some rough sex last night that has left me in more pain then what I remember for birthing my kids."
Mary scowls at Maxon. "What did I tell you about making sure she could walk?"
He looks down, hiding how his face flushes with embarrassment. Unfortunately, his ears show the exact redness of his face. "My apologies, Mary. America was just providing a distraction for me after a rough night. A consensual distraction, I might add."
She sighs, "As long as it was consensual. Be more careful, though. Now I have to think of a lie to the children when they inevitably come in to see if their mother is okay because of your needed distraction…"
America laughs, "I'll just tell them that my ankle hurts because I rolled it when I was attempting to getting dressed. They won't question it. Eadyln and Ahren are only eight. The only person who might question it is Brice. Speaking of: Make sure she brings Osten to me within the next hour or two. He might be sleeping through the night at 3 months, but he still needs to nurse. And I want to try giving him a bottle today."
"I will make sure of it." Maxon says, "I'm going to go change, wake everyone up, and then I will get your work. And, I'll have strawberry tarts brought up since I put you in this unfortunate condition."
She giggles, making Maxon smile. "That if very kind of you. Thank you. I love you."
"I love you, too." He replies. He turns to Mary. "Make sure she ices her inner thigh at least three times today and that she drinks water or tea."
"I will, your Majesty. Go get back to work. I've got it from here."
He sighs. "Fine. Whatever you wish, Mary."
He turns on his heel. His wife watches him from her bed. He smiles, she returns it. He sits down beside her. "I'll be back later, okay?"
"Okay…" She sighs.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
He leans into her, lips meeting in happy reunion. The door crashes open. America and Maxon pull apart faster than either of them could imagine. Arhen, Eadlyn, and Kaden all rush in with Brice, who's carrying baby Osten, following behind.
"Sorry guys. They wanted to see you, America."
"It's okay. You're doing so good, Brice." She smiles at her kids.
Maybe the midnight pleasure that turned into wlight pain was worth it because this is the first time they had been together like this since Osten was born.