A/N: sorry for the wait in between chapters. life has been a little stressful, and I haven't had much time to write. this chapter is the shortest of what has been published, so i also apologize for that. otherwise, I hope you enjoy!*THIS STORY IS RATED M FOR MATURE/GRAPHIC CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS TYPE OF CONTENT*

I was going on with my internal battle. It was like talking to the angle on one shoulder and the devil on the other. As we started to get things ready for our movie date, I weighed out both options in my mind. I was completely fine with either, but I figured it would be the latter. He got the movie all set up in the theater. I picked where we were going to sit. He had someone install a fancy chair that when you moved the arm rest it became a couch. So, naturally, that's where we were going to be so we could cuddle as we watched. He made the popcorn, and I picked out the candy and drinks for us. We got comfortable, with my head resting on his chest. His hand was wrapped securely around my waist, resting right above my hip. He fiddled with the belt of my skirt as I pressed play on whatever movie Maxon put in. We watched the beginning scenes of the movie, eating our snacks, and laughing at the old film. Maybe 20 minutes in, his hand already started to shift lower than my waist. The naughty part of me won in a heartbeat, so I wasn't going to stop him. There are many things I don't want to do, but this is definitely not one of them. I wanted to have movie sex, and I didn't realize how much so until we got into this situation.

His hand gripped me and squeezed my ass lightly. He inhaled sharply. I knew that he wanted to get the train going so bad and that he was mere seconds away from pulling me on top of him, but I wanted to draw out the moment more. Unlike Maxon, I wanted to savor these moments together because once we had kids we weren't going to get cute little dates like this unless we wanted to risk our children seeing this. I look up at him. His eyes are focused on the screen despite what his hand is doing. Instead of giving in right away, I snuggle in closer to him. I could hear the steady, but fast, thumping of his heart. His breathing was faster than normal, but not shallow yet. I was surprised at how well he was controlling himself. He kissed my head lightly, and I melted into his touch even more.

"Can we, America?" He whispers into my hair.

I shudder at the heat of his voice trailing down my neck. I pull away to look up at him. His eyes are full of want and need. I have a feeling mine are, too. I nod so fast, and the blush quickly meets my face. I don't know why I am slightly embarrassed by my eagerness, but I am. Maxon doesn't even notice. He wasted no time pulling me onto his lap. My skirt hiked up to the top of my thighs, exposing all of my legs. Our lips meet and dance together. My heels fall onto the floor. I pull away from him for a second. His eyes are full of concern. I smile warmly and rejoin his lips. His hands cup my butt, moving in small circles. I start to loosen his tie, which he willinging lets me do. I feel my belt loosen and I get rid of the tie. I don't know where they end up, but I assume they are on the floor somewhere. He sits up straighter to pull off the jacket and that, also, joins the floor.

The kisses we share are heated and filled with passion. His lips never leave mine, it's as if I am water and he is dehydrated. I don't protest, though. I love the way he kisses my lips. It always makes me hungry for more. The passion continues as my fingers work down his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt. He is untucking my shirt when we hear a knock at the door of the theater.

Maxon groans and I have to say that I can't blame him for his anger about the situation. I carefully peel myself away from him. I tuck my shirt back into my skirt and Maxon buttons his shirt back up. I quickly picked up the tie, coat, and belt and set them aside so that way if anyone were to ask, we can safely say that they weren't thrown on the floor in heated passion of trying to have sex, they were set aside so that way we were more comfortable as we watched our movie.

I watched as he made his way to the door, I fixed my hair and slipped my shoes back on before he gave me a quick nod saying that he was going to open the door now. I nodded in return. He opened the door, and there stood May. She was fiddling with the fabric on her dress, her eyes trained down towards the ground. She looked nervous, something that was out of character for my little sister.

Maxon crouched down to meet her gaze, "What is it, my Dear?"

I cringed at the nickname, even though it wasn't for me. I guess I just hate that name so much, but then remembered what I told May at lunch. I wanted to be his everything, so she can be his dear. "May, what's going on?" I ask, tentatively.

I joined Maxon by the door, not crouching down but instead placing my hand on Maxon's back, rubbing soothing circles in effort to calm him down from earlier. He does a pretty good job being calm around my family, but I know that if I do this it will ground him even more. She looks at me shyly, "I just wanted to hangout with you, Ames."

"That's alright, May! We can do that!" I tell her without consulting Maxon.

His chocolate eyes shoot daggers into my skull. I return the look to him and quirk an eyebrow at him too. He just rolls his eyes at me. May is over the moon knowing that she gets to hangout with us. Maxon is less thrilled, but I match her enthusiasm without missing a beat.

"Why don't we do something more fun than watching a movie?" He suggested to May, "We can play games or help America with her work."

Before anyone can say anything, I quickly disapprove. "No. No. No. No. We are not going to help me with my work. I can handle that on my own. It doesn't require the supervision of my little sister or the king, I can assure you of that." I huff, crossing my arms angrily across my chest.

He straightens up to look down on me. His eyes are daring, and I match his gaze. "How many days do you have till the Italians come, Darling?"

I take a daring step closer to him, our noses almost touch because of how close we are. My action challenges him, and he doesn't back down as I respond, "Three days, but I have one day with my family before we take them back to Carolina so they can pack up and move out here. The Italians can wait until my fami-"

"I hate to interrupt, Your Majesties," May says butting in between us, "But, I don't care what we do, as long as I can be with my sister and with my new brother."

Maxon is taken aback by her words, but I brush them off easily. He isn't used to the rather blunt words of my family, especially not May. He regains the majority of his composure, but he stumbles over his words for a moment, "Ri- right, of course, my Dear. Let's go up to America's office so she can work and we can socialize together. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect to me!" She jumps up and down.

I glare at Maxon. He grabs his coat and tie and hands me my belt. I quickly slip it on and he does the same with his items. May hardly even notices. She is too caught up looking at the magical theater to notice us scrambling to put our items of clothing back on. I sigh. So much for movie sex… I loop my arm into his. He does the same for May, and she eagerly takes his arm.

We walk carefully up the stairs to my office on the third floor. When I open the door, May gapes at the bare wall. Her jaw just about drops to her feet.

"Ames, do you want me to paint something on the wall for you? I can right now, I mean, I would need a change of clothes and paint, but I can. I brought some jeans and a spare shirt that I can paint in. Maxon could get me paint, couldn't he?"

"Maxon, could you get her paint so she can paint something pretty on my wall for me?"

He sighs, "Oh course, my Queen. May, my Dear, what do you need and I will have a maid bring it up here for you while you go change so you don't ruin your dress."

"I just need whatever paints you can get with a few paint brushes. Thank you, King Maxon."

"Of course, my Dear, anything for you."

She curtsies and runs off to change. I look at him with adoration. "Speaking of changing, can I change into jeans now?"

"America Schreave what am I going to do with you?" He laughs lightly.

"You are going to let me put on jeans because they are comfortable and because you love me…"

His hands slide around my waist, he kisses my neck delicately, "That would be rather nice of me, wouldn't it?"

I nod, "It would be extremely nice of you, Your Royal Husbandness. And it would make your new wife very happy, which might mean more good things for you..."

I moan as he kisses further down my neck, only pausing to speak, "Then, I might just allow it."

I pull away from him, "Thank you, and I won't be taking off this shirt, so the protocol will still be intact, if that is what you are wondering."

"Of course it is… I am not at all wondering what you are wearing underneath that skirt and shirt, never…"

I giggle, "You'll find out later, no worries. Don't forget to ask for the paint for my sister."

I waltz out of there and make way to my room to change quickly. I just slip on a pair of light wash high waisted jeans, and tuck his shirt in. It doesn't take long. When I return, Maxon is looking at the pictures on my desk, again, and May is back with her hair pulled up into a bun. Her jeans remind me of Carolina and her tied white t-shirt that falls off of her freckled shoulder is the classier version of our Carolina attire. I sigh as I watch her from a distance for a moment. She is planning out the wall with the paints that came so quickly. I walk up behind her, my heels clicking as they do.

"What are you thinking, May?"

"Well, I was thinking something that reminds you of where you came from and something that reminds you of how you got here along with where you are currently. You can't get any better than being queen, and you came from a family of Fives, Ames. That is not only inspiring, but it's also never been done before. I feel like this mural should represent that, you know?"

"Trust me, I won't be forgetting where I came from anytime soon. How 'bout this:" I lean down to her and whisper in her ear, "Paint what you think will remind me that I am still America Singer, even though I am now Queen America Schreave?"

I let her think about it for a moment. "That's a good idea! Thanks Ames!"

I kiss her head and walk to my desk where Maxon is sitting. He looks up at me, "My Queen, would you like your seat?"

"I would, but not if it means you have to get up…" I whisper seductively

"I think you have gotten your way one too many times today. I don't think you are going to get this one, America."

I roll my eyes. I offer a hand to pull him up which he takes. "It was definitely worth a shot, wasn't it?"

"You almost had me… almost." I laugh as I sit.

He pulls up a chair to sit next to me. I get to work, writing out the flowers and other plans. Every once and awhile, Maxon will tell me something sweet such as 'Those flowers remind me of something sweeter than daisies…' or 'If it were me, I would pick whichever one reminded me the most of you.' Occasionally I would catch Maxon staring at me. I would duck my head a little bit and he would laugh at me just a tad. Other times, I would look to see how May to see how she is doing. Her sketches on the wall look amazing. She asked me at one point what my favorite tiara I own is. I had to go get it for her to reference. I told her that she could use it as long as she didn't get paint on it. She agreed and got back to work as did I.

At around 5:00, Maxon told me and May that it was time to eat dinner. I was disappointed to leave because I had all but the food done for my event, but I went anyway. May was almost done, too. She was a speedy painter, and got all but the violin and piano done on the mural. I was really proud of what she had done. May and I walked down to dinner in our jeans with Maxon. He wasn't exactly happy with that, but he let it slide because he loves me and May.

We ate quickly. Maxon kept poking my foot with his under the table.

"Maxon, all you have to do is tug your ear. You know that, right?"

He nods, "And I'll be tugging my ear right after the Report."

"As will I." I wink to him. His confident face falters slightly. I knew that by his reaction that I had gotten into his head. He wasn't prepared for that. I get up from the table. I walk over to my mother, and remind her that she needs to be ready for the Report by 6:30. I also told her to remind the rest of my family, she agreed. I kiss Maxon's cheek. Then, I'm off to get ready for the Report.