This is Ana Caterina's request for MaxMariam fluff where they were married without kids. It's probably the only request that wasn't obviously a request by the title. Anyway, I had quite a time trying to find the perfect moment to write about, but I really like the one I finally settled on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
Enjoy!
By The Fire
Mariam had her legs curled beneath her so that her feet could be stuck between the cushions of the brown suede couch for warmth. She was laying against Max, who sat next to her, with her wet head on his chest. Her hands were hidden in the sleeves of her bathrobe. One separated her head from Max's chest a little, so as not to completely douse his blue long-sleeved shirt in water. The other was spread across his chest, gently stroking it with her thumb.
Max sat plainly on the couch with a slouch that his mother used to nag him about daily. His socked feet were planted on the shaggy area rug that increased the comfort of the cabin's small living room. He had an arm wrapped around Mariam's waist, the gentle rise and fall of her breathing serving as a relaxant. His other arm rested on the arm of the sofa, his fingers tapping out a random beat.
The fireplace was alight with a blazing fire. Flames licked the charred walls and crackled as sparks danced. It was relaxing to watch the spectacle, tucked safely in each other's arms. The fire and their body heat was enough to keep the newlyweds warm through the mountain's chilly night.
Shadows cast by the uneven light of the fire fluttered over Mariam's pale legs. Max admired the effect as she began to nod off. He'd always known that she was gorgeous, but it was times like this that really hit it home.
He was lucky to have her. He knew that as well as anyone. When news of their engagement was first made public, he'd heard many a story from many a man about how lucky he was and how much they wished to be in his shoes. He hadn't been able to believe that people would actually take the time to write to him, saying things like that. Mariam had laughed the whole thing off and told Max that she was the lucky one, but he never heard of her getting any letters.
Max sighed and pulled the fleece blanket off of the back of the couch. It took some time, but he finally maneuvered himself into a laying down position where neither he nor Mariam would fall off. She was practically laying on top of him. He flung the blanket over them, kissed Mariam goodnight, and let the fading flames lull him to sleep.
A/N: Plain and simple fluff. Kind of. I think I had things to say, but I can't remember any of them.
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