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Without further a do, Chapter 32!

I woke up in Maxon's bed. While it wasn't originally in the plan for the night, I was more than happy to be here instead of in my room. I was more than happy to wake up with Maxon like normal. Though we still hadn't addressed our fight, it still felt normal to me to be with him. Hopefully, we can talk about our fight, and then everything will really go back to normal.

I rubbed my eyes and peaked at the clock resting on top of the nightstand. It was only 7:30. I can't believe I woke up early willingly. Breakfast isn't even till 9! I turned over to face my husband. He was still soundly sleeping. His arm still slung over my waist protectively as he slept on his stomach, his other hand under his pillow. As I stopped turning over, he scooched a little closer to me. Not pressing his body against me, just so our legs touched a little bit more. I suppressed a whimper of sheer love that he subconsciously moved closer to me when I got just a little too far away for his liking. Sadly, even my suppressed and muted sound made him stir into awakeness.

He slowly brought his head up. With the back of his hand, he rubbed his eyes. When he opened them, he smiled. Groggily, he said, "Good morning, Darling. You look absolutely stunning. Just beautiful."

I giggled. "Good morning. Sorry for waking you up."

He yawned and shook his head at me. "It's all good. The more time I spend awake, the more time I spend with you."

I giggled. "Awe. You're cute."

"Why thank you."

I sigh and sit up a little bit in our bed. "Can we talk about our fight?"

"Of course." He sits up and faces me in the bed. "Do you wanna go first?"

"Sure. So, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made the fight worse by calling you names or walking out on you. The mature thing to do would have been to calm down and figure it out right away instead of distancing ourselves and punishing each other for the guilt we both felt, and for not doing that I'm sorry."

"I agree. I'm sorry that I yelled and overreacted. My language, volume, and actions were not okay. I told you that you would be safe and protected with me and my actions and words do not prove me right. I am sorry that you have to see my bad side, the side of me that I don't even like."

"I forgive you."

"And I forgive you."

"We will work on your anger, okay? That way I don't have to walk out."

"Good. I promise you, I will try my very best to not explode on you. I promise."

"I believe you. I love you, Maxon. I never stopped loving you during this. We are better together, so let's work on not getting mad, especially during an intimate act."

"Deal. I love you, America."

"I love you, too, Maxon."

He opened his arms up for me to slide into. I gladly took my place right under his chin. I breathed in the musky yet sweet scent of Maxon. It was comfortable. He was comfortable. He kissed my head. His hand, which rested on the warm skin of my waist below the shirt I was wearing, lightly rubbed up and down my side. From my rib cage down to the waistband of the panties that sat on my hips. I shivered.

"Are you cold, Darling?"

"No, you gave me the chills."

"Did I now?" He asks cockily as he continues to lightly draw his fingertips back up the side of my body.

I shiver again, "What can I say? You have an effect on me. A very good one, I might add."

"I love you, America."

"I love you, too, Maxon."

"No, I mean I love you." He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he says again, "I love you. I love the way you talk and think. I love the way your skin feels against mine. I love the way you smell and the way you taste. I love the way you look and the way you act. You brighten my mood when I feel terrible. You have helped me and saved me. You guide me daily, and for that I love you. You, without fail, make me fall in love every day, and today is no different. I love you, America."

"I love you. You, Maxon Schreave, are the reason I'm happy."

"I listed off all the things I love and I got one thing!"

I giggle, "I didn't want to cry!"

"Come on. I want a long list of reasons why you love me."

"Okay. Since you asked, here it is." I take a deep breath, "Maxon, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You make me feel so special because I know I was one of thirty-five and I wasn't even supposed to make it this far. I love you because you keep me safe and you keep me warm. I love you because when I can't sleep, you help me get to sleep even if it means that you don't sleep till much later. I love you because you are the only one that can actually calm me down when I'm upset. I love you because when I am embarrassed you remind me that what I'm going through is normal. I love you because I can laugh with you and I love the way your laugh sounds, even if it's a snort or two. I love you because we can goof off together and still be young despite the roles and responsibilities we have. I love the way you smell because you smell like home. I love the way you look. I love the way it feels to be in your arms and the way it feels to be with you. I love you, more than you could ever know, Maxon Schreave. You are the best thing that I have and I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life. I love you."

He kissed my head, pulling me even closer in the process. I layer my bottom hand over the one that he has on my hip. Our fingers join together and for a moment we are in complete peace together. So much so that I even begin to fall asleep, resting my head next to his beating heart on his bare skin. Well, that is before there is another knock at the door.

I groaned as I pulled from my lull, "We need a 'do not disturb' sign outside your door…"

He chuckles, "I'll look into that for you, Darling."

"I know you are messing around and joking with me, but I am dead serious Maxon Schreave. We need a 'do not disturb' sign so that way I can sleep in your arms without being woken up and have sex with you without being interrupted."

"It's probably important if they are getting us up. Besides, we should probably get up and get ready for breakfast." He tells me while not moving an inch. That hypocrite…

"King Maxon? Queen America? Are you guys in there?" The voice, seemingly of my right-hand woman, Marlee, comes through the door only slightly muffled.

"Sorry. I'll be there in just a moment." He hollers out. His eyes look down at me. "You can stay here if you want, but I'm getting that door."

"Looking like that?"

"As a matter of fact, yes I am. Do you have a problem with it? Are you jealous that another woman will see me shirtless when you are the only one who has ever seen me shirtless ever?"

"No… But I think I'll get up and join you." He laughs a little bit as he lets go of me and slides out of bed. I roll over and also slide out of our bed. I ran to grab his hand and walk with him to the door. He opened it and I leaned on his arm, almost like I'm claiming him even though Marlee is a married woman.

"Good morning, Lady Woodwork." Maxon greeted her with an extra sweet tone complete with a joy-filled smile.

She curtsied, "Good morning, Your Majesties. I am your wake-up call this morning. We have a busy day with the photoshoot and regular work schedules, so we need you two up and at 'em to eat and get ready. Breakfast starts in 20 minutes with the utmost formal attire that consists of pajamas and a good attitude. Unfortunately, King Maxon, that does also include a shirt and Queen America, it does require some sort of bottoms to the ever most classy attire of your husband's shirt. I'll see you two down there in 20 minutes. Oh, before I forget! Can I talk to you for just a minute, Queen America?"

"Of course." I look at Maxon, "You don't mind, right?"

"Nope. I'll just be waiting over here." He kisses my head, then he whispers in my hair, "Just waiting for you to return to our bed so we can… well, I'll let you fill in the blank, Darling." He put his hand on my lower back, his finger trailing down my spine landing on the top of my butt, giving it a squeeze. I gasp and he smirks, leaving me to go over to the balcony in his room as a visible chill rushes down my spine.

Marlee waits for him to walk over all the way before asking me: "So that's what he looks like shirtless…?"

"Marlee Woodwork! You are married!"

She giggles, "Hey! I'm just saying that I understand why you need to 'see' him every damn minute of every day."

"Oh my God! Was that all you had to say?"

She nods, still ogling at Maxon. "I wish I had another reason to bug you. Man, he is looking fine."

"Goodbye, Marlee. We'll see you in about 20 minutes." I closed the door as she laughed at me.

Maxon came back over to me and pulled me into him. "20 minutes…"

"And it's our palace, so who cares if we're late?" I ask him suggestively.

"What do you wish to do for 20 minutes?"

"I want… to fall in love with you endlessly."

"And how would I make your wish come true?"

"... Make love to me."

"One condition."

"Yes?"

"You have your well-deserved orgasm that you should have gotten yesterday and we have fantastic make-up sex."

"I think we are in agreement." I reach up to place my lips against his. He deepens the kiss, pulling my body closer to him. Quickly, he pulls my legs up to lift me. I wrap my legs around his hips, pushing myself up more. His hands rest on my butt, supporting me as we both focus on the task at hand, each other. He moves us away from the door so he can lay me on the bed. We break apart for a moment. Then, his lips rush back into mine. His hands push his t-shirt up my body to expose my stomach. He leaves my lips only to place gentle kisses down my stomach, stopping at my underwear.

"Tell me what you want, Darling." He breathes into the skin on my stomach.

"You. Only you."

"Good."

He pulled down his pajama shorts and underwear, then mine. He places himself between my legs, I wrap my legs around his torso, pulling him closer. As I wait for him, anticipation riddles my body. Then I feel the head of his erect dick slip up the folds of my dripping hole. I moan out loudly as he passes over my entrance, flicking upwards when he reaches my clit.

He smiles, loving the effect he has on me. "Darling, are you ready?"

I nod. He nods back, and then he thrust in.

I moan loudly, "Oh… Maxon…"

"You are so beautiful when you moan my name, Darling. Let me hear you. I want everyone to hear you." He says as he thrust into me. Moans pour out of me. One of his hands is between us, rubbing electric circles around my clit, giving me even more pleasure as he continues to thrust into me.

"More… More…. Maxon…" I moan out to him.

He smiles and groans as he picks up the pace on both the thrust, but also the attention to my sensitive button. My hands find my breast and I pinch one of my erect nipples and more moans leave my mouth as my back arches, pushing him deeper into me.

"Fuck… Maxon…"

"I can feel it…" Maxon tells me, "I'm right with you…"

I whine a little bit, but then gasp, "Ohhh, Maxon… Keep… going… so… close…"

He goes faster and faster. He rubs my clit more. I feel everything tighten up as the tension builds in my body more. I can feel the release coming, I just need a little bit more. Then, his fingers move in the right direction as he thrust into one more time and I feel the intoxicating release that I was craving. "Oh… Fuck, Maxon…"

"America… Shit…" And then he stops moving so fast, and my body feels warm and fuzzy. I knew that he finished. He leans down and kisses my stomach.

"I love you… so much…" He murmurs into my skin as he kisses his way back to my face and specifically my lips.

"I love you. How'd I do with giving you the noise you wanted?"

"If you moan like that every time we have sex… I think that I will never want to stop… you are so beautiful when you moan my name. I love it."

"I love you."

"I love you, which is why after the photo shoot, you are going to have hickeys all over your stomach…" He tells me as he kisses my neck lightly.

"You remembered!"

"Of course I did. I'm not a psychopath. I want you to love me just as much as I love you, so I remembered what you love."

"You are too cute, Maxon."

"No, you, America." He kisses me again.

"I want more… More of you… More of us… More of this..."

"I can give you more."

"You better get going then. We have 9 minutes."

"It's our palace. Who says we can't be a little late?" He says with a wink before he kisses his way down to my center. Leaving a moaning mess once again.

We walked into the dining hall 10 minutes past the time Marlee said that breakfast was going to start. Maxon wearing his shorts and a casual t-shirt along with his robe and slippers. I wear his shirt and a pair of his shorts with my robe with my slippers, my hair more than just a mess. We slip in, but Marlee and Carter both stare at us like we're crazy as we walk in. Maxon and I giggle as he pulls my chair out for me. My apology and excuse is already leaving my lips as he sits himself down. "Sorry we are late, Woodworks. We… got distracted."

"You two seriously couldn't have waited?" Marlee asks us, "We are literally doing a boudoir-type photoshoot in like 2 hours."

"In his defense, it was my idea," I tell her, trying to get her glaring eyes off of Maxon.

"You two are gross."

I roll my eyes, "You act like you and Carter don't ever have sex."

Maxon begins to serve me some of the tarts, eggs, and orange slices they have out for us.

"Oh, trust me. We do. We just know timing well."

"Do you?" I challenge her.

"I like to think we do."

"May I remind you of the incident in the Women's room that you told me about…?"

"That was one time that we got caught. And it was only because Carter was doing a really good job at making me very happy, and because we were on the piano."

"You never told me that!" I gasp.

"And the maid cleaned them before you came in and played again…"

"Now that is gross… Nonetheless, Maxon and I have never had that situation. You only see the aftermath of our sexcapades. You've never seen Maxon and me in the act." I tell her.

"So he isn't fulfilling you enough to get caught while mid-stroke?"

"First off, that is a disgusting thought that just came out of your mouth. Second, I never said that. Maxon and I are just much smarter about where we get naked. It's all about one thing. Location, location, location."

Our playful argument comes to an end as a maid pours a hefty amount of coffee into both my and Maxon's cups. I thank her quietly as she leaves.

Marlee clears her throat, "Anyway, enough about sex. Today we have the photoshoot at 11:30. What does that mean for you two? Well, America, you are going to have to go to your room to get hair and makeup done at 10. Maxon, Silvia reminded me that while she gets ready you should continue your work until about 11:15. Then you can make your way to your room to get ready for the first part of the shoot."

"Alright. Sounds good." Maxon nods.

"Before we switch spots, we will take a 15 minute break to allow America to do touch-ups and for Maxon to get ready. When I take over: you two are going to have the, ever proving difficult task, of keeping it in your pants. Keep it under control. I'm taking portraits, not shooting your sex tape."

I spit my coffee out and over the table. "Oh my god, Marlee!"

Maxon starts to chuckle into his cup of coffee. I glare at him. Marlee gets my attention back to her, "I'm just being honest. You two, especially after the events of yesterday, are extremely handsy. And as much as I love that you guys aren't fighting anymore, you two still need to keep it in your pants and under control. I will throw up if it goes too far. Understood?"

I nod to show our understanding before poking the bear that is Marlee one last time, "Have you considered that might be a little hard to 'keep it in our pants' if neither of us are wearing pants?"

My comment achieved two reactions. Carter and Maxon both started to chuckle into their breakfast. Marlee, on the other hand, threw an orange slice in my direction. It just barely misses me. I laughed, "Hey! I'm just saying. If we aren't wearing pants, how do you expect us to keep 'it' there!"

"That was good, Darling." Maxon high fives me as he calms down a little bit from his laughing fit.

"Thank you, Baby."

"Marlee, she has a good point." Maxon expresses, "It will be hard for me to keep my dick in my pants if I'm not wearing pants. It won't be my fault if she gets fucked during this, I will be naked and so will she. It's the exact same circumstance before we have sex. We both get naked and then America gets her guts rearranged."

Before Marlee can even attempt to stop him, I chime in. "Maxon is 100% right. We both get naked before I get my shit rocked and then moan out his name before we both climax together like one big fairytale except its reality for us. He's very good about making sure that I am fully stimulated so that way when he pounds in-"

"Enough! You two are revolting. Both of you, eat your breakfast. We have no time to waste today!"

We chuckle and resume eating our breakfast until I have to leave to get my hair and makeup done. I could have stayed longer, but Marlee was extra adamant about getting me up and out of there to change. I didn't even have time to kiss Maxon goodbye before I was forced out of my chair and shoved out of the dining hall by Marlee's forcive hand. We hollered our goodbyes out to our men before the doors slammed shut and I was pushed towards the stairs.

"We have no time to waste. You have to get ready before Maxon gets over to his room at 11:15 which means you need to be ready by 11:10. That includes hair, makeup, and first outfit."

"Okay… it's not even 10:02 yet. Why are we rushing?"

"Because you have to shower, shave, wash your hair, do makeup, dry your hair, curl it, and get you dressed in less than an hour."

"Okay. Well, Mary and Kiana are up there to help aren't they?"

"Mary is. Kiana opted out. She didn't feel comfortable."

"Why not?" I ask out of curiosity.

"You don't know?"

"Don't know what?"

"Oh shit. I thought Mary might have told you after you calmed down yesterday."

"Told me what?"

Marlee sighs, "Kiana is gay, America. She told Mary yesterday that she identifies as gay. She didn't feel comfortable watching you change and such. Mary didn't even know till yesterday after you left for your date. Mary told me after you fell asleep last night when I left."

"I- I- I didn't even know. I know you think we are short on time, but I request to speak to her before I get ready." I tell Marlee as we arrive at my door.

"I'll get her for you now."

"Thank you, Marlee."

I entered my room to begin laying out all of the stuff I wished to use while waiting for Kiana to arrive with Marlee. I poked around my room for a little but then resided to look out the glass doors of my balcony that looked out to the garden. I was focusing on Maxon and I's bench as I waited. Not much later, Mary and I heard a knock at my door.

"Will you get that Mary?"

"Of course, Your Majesty." She grabbed the door and pulled it open. "Kiana and Lady Woodwork. Please enter. Her Majesty the Queen is over there waiting for you."

I turned around to see Kiana looking around anxiously. She came over to me and curtsied. I looked to Mary and Marlee, "Ladies, will you please leave Miss Kiana and me alone for a moment, please. I wish to speak to her privately. I promise it will only take a minute."

"Yes, of course, Your Majesty. We will be right outside. Just come get us when you are ready to begin getting ready for your photo shoot." Mary tells me. They exit quietly.

I turn my attention back to Kiana. "Please sit, Kiana. I just want to talk to you for a moment and then you are free to resume your task."

She sits on the chairs set up by my bed. "I hate to be rude, but may I ask what this is about, Your Majesty?"

I sit down and smile at her. "Kiana, I just wanted to tell you that I wish you had told me sooner that you didn't feel comfortable helping me with Mary due to your sexuality. It is my understanding that you are gay and do not feel comfortable helping me change and such. I just wanted to let you know that I respect you and your choice to opt out of helping me and that you are completely accepted by both King Maxon and me."

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. I wasn't sure who to talk to, and I didn't want to hurt your feelings, Queen America."

"You aren't hurting my feelings. I understand. I wouldn't feel comfortable helping a boy change, and I wouldn't want to be forced to help a boy change for my job if I was uncomfortable. You are doing the right thing by respectfully stepping back from your training in royal care so that way you are comfortable. It is my hope that you will continue your training in dress design, composition, and sewing because you have so much potential and I would hate to see it go to waste due to you coming out to Mary and I."

"Of course, Your Majesty."

"Good. I hope that you enjoyed your time serving the Queen personally. I wish you the best of luck with your love life, Kiana. You are a smart, beautiful, and charismatic young woman and I hope that you find a girl who makes you feel whole and like you are worth more than diamonds."

"Of course, Your Majesty. Thank you."

"You are so very welcome, Kiana. You are dismissed."

She stands up, about to leave but hesitating. "Your Majesty?"

"Yes?"

"May I give you a hug?"

"Whatever you want!" I stand up and hug the young woman back. I kiss the top of her head and whisper in her hair, "You deserve the world, and I hope that your service to the royal family can help with that. Let me know if you need anything. I will personally help you. Just say the word and I'm there."

She lets go of me, "Of course. Thank you, for everything, America."

"It has been an honor to work with you, Kiana. Best of luck!"

"Thank you!" She curtsies and exits. Mary and Marlee enter frantically.

"America! We have no time to waste! Let's go. Go! Shower!"

I giggle, "Whatever you wish."