A/N: its been a little bit. sorry for the wait on this chapter. i was going to update it yesterday, but i was having wifi troubles.

this is a little fluffy. I didn't mean to Maxon such a flirt, but it happened.

hope you enjoy

*Rated M. Don't read if you don't like the spicy*

Maxon's Pov*

She hesitated. Oh God… Oh God… Did I just cross a boundary that I didn't know about? Is she gonna be super pissed or explode and I just don't see it coming? Is this the eye of the hurricane? How could I be so stupid to ask such a stupid question to her? She is probably super uncomfortable right now. Magda said that she is kind of sensitive to this stuff, so maybe she doesn't want to answer. I don't want to pressure her to tell me anything. Never in my life do I want her to feel pressured to do anything because I did something first.

"You don't have to answer that question I just thought that since I shared, you might want to share as well, but it's com-"

"Shh!" She presses a finger to my lips, cutting me off mid sentence, "Don't worry. I just, I guess I hadn't really thought about this much. I'll tell you, I promise. Just give me a second to think and give you accurate information so if you ever decide to do anything that I mention, you'll do it right."

I nod and throw my hands up in surrender. I'll give that woman as much time as she needs. I always will. So, I wait for America to think of some things that send her off the rails with want. I admire the way she thinks, honestly. I think it is adorable. I could watch her just think all day. She closes her eyes to (what I assume) is imagining me doing whatever she happens to be thinking of in that moment to her. Every so often or so, she bites her bottom lip. I assume that means that it's good, or that she likes that action that she's consumed her mind with. At one point in her thinking, she sighed deeply in contentment. I guess that means that she really likes that one if just thinking about it gave her such a reaction. I watch her face contort more as she thinks and then her eyes pop open, startling me just a tad.

"Alright, I think I have a few things that do the trick for me."

I nod to her, "Okay. I promise I won't judge you or anything for whatever you say next."

She laughs, "You don't have to do that! Really. I'll be okay if you do."

"Okay. Whatever you wish, Darling."

She nods, "Alright, so I like when you are in control. That is… wow that's hot. I like when you mark me, but it can't be in visible spots. I really love when you whisper against my skin and it gives me chills." She pauses and closes her eyes. "Yea… that's like really hot to me."

"Anything else?"

She breaks out of her trance, "I honestly think that is it."

"Alright. Are we all good then?"

She nods, "Thank you for listening to me."

"Always." I kiss her head.

We start to get comfortable. I sit against the headboard and she cuddles into me. I shit you not, I took one singular breath after we both relaxed and she popped back up and looked at me. "I lied. I have one more question."

"Okay, go for it."

"Do you have any other turn ons?"

I sigh. It's not that I can easily list what makes me go mad thinking about her, but I can easily list what makes me go mad. That woman… she doesn't even have to do anything for me to make me want to have my way with her. "I think it's hot when you make noise. Hearing how I make you feel fuels that male ego of mine. And, this is going to sound weird, but I kind of liked when you bit into my shoulder on the plane."

"But that was me suppressing sound."

"The fact that you had to do that… so hot."

She giggles that adorable giggle that makes my heart flip and kisses my cheek, "I'll keep this in mind for later."

"Alright. Are we ready for a nap? We can visit with your family more after this, alright?"

She nods, agreeing with me instantly. I noticed during our engagement that America tends to get drained by overly emotional things. Long talks about serious or emotional topics really drain her, and after just a few hours or so, she needs to take a nap to recover from it all. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind it. In fact, I think that it's adorable that she feels the need to rest often, but I always have to mind my bounds with her when it comes to talks like this. America begins to slide herself under the smooth cotton covers of her childhood bed. I follow her actions to get us both under and somewhat covered. Her body curls into me instantly, and I can't help but feel a sense of awe and pride for her subconscious actions towards me.

Her left hand always lands on my chest, right above my heart. If I were to ask her about it she would probably say something along the lines of 'it's soothing to hear your heartbeat.' or 'you're heart beat calms me' or my favorite hypothetical response 'I like it because it's a reminder of how lucky you are to be alive and how lucky I am to have you'. And this hypothetical America isn't wrong. All of that is correct. I don't have to ask her to know those things. I know it soothes her and I know it calms her. And that final thought is more than 100% correct, my beating heart is a reminder of what she could have lost and what just how lucky I am to be alive after being shot only a few months ago. My arms wrap around her and keep her body close to mine. Her hair falls down her back, mixing into my fingers from holding her at her waist. She sighs and relaxes completely. I kiss her head one last time before I feel her body relax just the tiniest bit more, and at that point I know my lovely and beautiful queen is sleeping peacefully against my skin.

"How in the world did I get so lucky to have you as my wife? And to fall in love with you? Hell, even just meeting you was a blessing. I'll never understand it. Never." I whisper into her hair, kissing the beach wave curls once more before drifting off into sleep with my beautiful wife beside me.

America made it very clear to only knock five times if it was an emergency, and that's what she woke up to. I was still hazed in a sleep-like state when she just about jumped out of the bed and just about scared me shitless- to put it simply- when I saw her panicked form running around the room trying to pick up lost articles of clothing in an effort to get dressed. When I realized what was happening, I also jumped up and at least threw on my boxers and shirt. If I really needed to I would duck down on the side of the bed no one could see from the door. America slipped on the dress quickly and practically ran to the door. I hastily dressed myself, buckling my belt as America unlocked and turned the knob on the door.

"What took you so long to get the door?" Magda asks impatiently.

"We were sleeping. Sorry, Mom." America replies. I could practically hear her eyes roll around.

"Well, you said we'd be leaving in one hour and it's been closer to two hours."

"Why didn't you come get us sooner then?" she asks while slipping on her heels.

"I figured something was going on in here," She peers around America to me, still adjusting my untucked shirt. America follows her mother's gaze, and I can tell just by the look on her face that she knows where Magda plans to go with this, "and I didn't feel like interrupting because it might have been important… you know like making me so more grandkids for me..."

"Jesus, Mom…" America warns her.

"Don't worry I won't say anything to anyone."

"We were sleeping, Mom. Maxon never sleeps with his shirt on."

She doesn't believe America's persistent answer. "Yeah, okay. I'll believe that when Carolina is underwater."

"Mom…!" America warns again.

"I'm just saying. I've been alive for quite some time and I know what the aftermath looks like."

"I bet you do, even though that's not what happened..." She says, rubbing her eyes. Magda whispers something so softly that I can't hear it. And due to the angle at which I currently stand, I can't tell from America's reaction if it's good or bad. My wife goes through a series of nods and shakes with her head, also whispering along to some of her answers. It's hard to gauge the conversation from my vantage point. The final thing Magda says has America shaking her head. "That's enough, Mom. Maxon and I will finish getting ready and we'll be out in just a second."

She closes her mother out and collapses against the door. Her fingers run through her knotted hair as she sighs deeply. Her features are more relaxed now, not as forced.

"What was that little private conversation about?"

"I would tell you if it wasn't private. Sorry." I hear the annoyance in her voice. She walks over to me and kisses my cheek hastily.

"Were you talking about me?"

"Only in good ways if I was. I promise." Her voice still sounds slightly angry.

I nod. "Why were you denying the exact thing we did?"

"Because my mother doesn't shut up about me and my personal life. The last thing we need to hear is how we fucked in my old childhood bedroom." She replies annoyed by questioning and her mother's pushiness. I didn't even need to hear her tone of voice because I know for a fact by her choice of words that she is annoyed. She hardly ever uses swears like that. She must realize it because she apologizes very quickly after, "Sorry. I just… My mother doesn't know how to stay in her lane when it comes to my business. I'll tell you about what we were talking about on the plane. Just not now."

"Just breathe, America. Don't get too worked up right now, okay?"

She nods. My arms pull her closer into my chest. I never want to let her go. She pulls away, though. She is clearly not in the mood to deal with my affections right now which only slightly hurts my feelings, but I understand. My little firecracker needs to cool off and I'll give her as much time as she needs. Hell, I gave her months to decide if she even wanted to be with me. She goes to pull her cardigan on and then begins to make the bed. Right, no one here will do it for her. And I can't even help because I've had butlers and maids and servants do it for me my whole life. Nothing beats feeling useless because you don't know how to help. Even with the set back, it allows me to fix my hair and shirt just the tiniest bit more. I peer in the mirror at my wife's reflection as she pulls blankets and sheets up to the head of the bed. She has that beautiful look of concentration across her face. It's the same face she makes when she writes music or works on something of importance. I love that face because it means that she is thinking. And as previously stated, I could watch her think for days. When she is done, she meets me in the mirror, my eyes never leave her. She adjusts her dress and cardigan. Then, runs her hands through her ginger hair. I never break her gaze through the mirror. She finally meets my eyes through the reflection. I smile at her, and she returns it. Thank God!

"Are you okay now?"

She takes a deep breath, "Yeah. I'm sorry about snapping. Just a stressful day for my family and everything."

"I know. You're okay now. I'm always here for you."

"Always?"

"Always." I hold up my left hand, similar to what she did earlier, "It's why I wear the ring."

She laughs and folds herself under my extended arm. I let her hug into my side. I love her so much.

"Are we ready to leave?" She asks me.

"I'm following you, Darling."

"Great because I still have to taste test food for the party and we are going to be really jet lagged when we go home."

"Do I get a say in any food for this party?"

She pulls away, "Only if you want to sit with me and Marlee for a couple of hours to try food and select quantities."

"That doesn't sound too bad. I might have a few meetings though." I tell her.

"We'll make it work. We always do." She pulls me out the door, I laugh the entire way to the kitchen. I don't know why I laugh. Maybe it's because my wife is so… herself it makes me giddy inside or maybe it's because she pulls me around like this a lot and I think it's rather adorable. Either way, she is the only person that can make me laugh an ugly laugh. She is the only reason I laugh anymore.

"We're all ready to go. Everyone out!" America yells to her family.

They all follow her orders. I watch as one by one, the Singer family files out to the cars. America and I slip on our respected crowns. I extend my arm to her, which she gladly takes as we walk out to our car. Our chauffeur opens the door for us, but I make sure America slides in first. Once she is in, I slide in after her. She throws her head back against the headrest and sighs deeply.

"It's been a long day…" She mumbles.

"It has been. I'm very proud of you for doing what you have been doing today. I know it's a lot for you to keep up with, and I know your family doesn't exactly help the situation."

She scoffs, "You have no idea."

"You're right. I don't, but I am willing to find out ways that help you relax."

"Just… hold me, and don't let me go until you need to."

I smile at her and do as she says. America has never really been one for the sympathetic type things. She would rather walk around in fresh air then be given gifts or affections. I remember on our first date, she didn't even want to loop arms with me. I had to force her to! Thankfully enough, I know that every once in a while America needs the sweet actions I make sure I do for her. Today just happens to be one of those days. Her body curls up into a ball, tempering down into my arms as I hold her close.

I whisper into her hair, mostly to myself, "I'm so lucky to have you. I'm so lucky to get to be with you each day. I love you so much, America. I love you when you're upset and when you're happy. I love you when you're sleeping and when you're awake. I love you when you're away from me and when you're curled into my side. I love you everyday, no matter the situation. I will never understand how I got so lucky to be with you forever."

"I love you too, Maxon." She mumbles into my chest, "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't think you understand just how lucky I am to have you. You have given me more than I could ever want. I'll never understand how I ended up in your arms instead of someone else's, but now since I'm here, I never want to leave."

The irony of the situation. As she finished talking about never wanting to leave my arms, we arrived at the airport to go home. "Unfortunately, you do because we just arrived at the airport."

"Uhg." I agree. It is a very uhg moment.

She pulls away and I kiss her head before getting out of the car. My hand waits for hers to meet mine. She grabs it anxiously, and I kiss it lightly before walking with her to the plane. She waves to her supporters as do I. About 10 feet into our walk to our plane, she looks at me with those pleading eyes, begging me silently to let her go up and hug some kiddos or sign some magazines for people of her home province. I can't deny those blue eyes of anything, literally. I give her one solid nod telling her that she is free to mingle with the crowd for a few minutes. She kisses my cheek and leaves my side. I look over to Aspen, who follows behind us just to make sure we don't get hurt. We make eye contact. He nods, letting me know that he is looking over her, too. Even though I never really cared for him, we have started to become friends of sorts since America and I have gotten engaged. I guess it helps since he's found Lucy. I nod back to him and turn to the crowd on the other side. I never really sign autographs or give hugs or anything (part of my royal training that I'm not supposed to because if I got hurt then not only would my mother freak, but so would the country), but I decided to change that today. America has that sort of affect on me. So, I go up to a few little girls and boys, hugging them. I shook hands with parents and signed papers or magazines of the teenagers who probably had a crush on me, like May did.

After a few minutes, I give a final wave to that side and call America back over to me. She rejoins me, quickly and continues to wave to the many people that support her. I look over the crowds one last time, and notice signs that I didn't notice before. My favorites of them read 'King Maxon and Queen America Forever!', 'Carolina and Angeles are Meant to Be' and 'Carolina Won Big Time' which I think all of them are rather cute and quite hilarious. I can tell America appreciates every single sign that is bobbing through the crowd.

I let her on the plane before me, then I followed up the narrow stairs. She takes her seat. I sit across from her. We hear the same speech that Captain Dare gave before. I watch her, basically ignoring everything that he has said about safety. He goes to give the same speech to her family. She just messes with her hair, twirling a strand that is by her face. He passes through again, heading to the cockpit. We hear the rumble of the engine and before I know it, we are soaring above the clouds. I look out my window admiring the beauty of the sky and of my country on the way back home. After just a few moments of watching out, I look back to my wife. A small smile creeps on my face. She is already laying down, sleep showing through all of her features. She deserves the rest. I close the blinds that let us see out from our private seating. I don't need to look outside at the view when my whole world sits in front of me.

"Good night, my Queen." I whisper to her sleeping body.