Author's Note: Sorry that this update has taken a while to get posted! I've been super busy between work and some tasks around the house, so I just finally got it all the way written yesterday. (Also, sorry for anyone reading my other story, I haven't even started the next chapter yet! I promise to soon!) I'm glad to hear everyone is still enjoying this! Niles knowing and keeping the secret is something I've been having a lot of fun with. I know later season Niles would never be able to keep it quiet, but since this is early on I decided to play around with him keeping it to himself. Thank you again to all my lovely readers and reviewers! Please let me know what you think of this one and enjoy!
Maxwell had never thought too hard about any compliments he received. He was a handsome, wealthy and famous Broadway producer after all, getting praised was nothing new to him. Though there was something about a commendation from a certain Jewish brunette with a thick New York accent that got the wheels in his head turning.
Recently she had admitted to him that he surprised her. He, Maxwell Sheffield, surprised her, Fran Fine. He didn't think there was anything in the world that could surprise her, especially anything he did. She was the most unphased person he had ever met, nothing seemed to throw her off. But somehow, he had managed to do just that.
At first he really enjoyed knowing that was something he accomplished, but the more he thought about it the last few weeks, the more nervous it made him. He didn't think he was ever bad in bed, he certainly hadn't heard any complaints, but she wasn't wrong about her prior assumptions of him. When it came to sex in the past, he was more reserved and tended to stick to the basics.
He assumed his repressed nature stemmed all the way back to how he had been brought up. Growing up there was never any talk of intimacy in his household. Had he not heard about sex from the kids at boarding school, he might have spent his teen years truly believing that the stork brought babies. There wasn't only no mention of it, he had never even witnessed his parents hold hands or kiss. Any attempt his father would make his mother would brush off, stating that it was improper in front of other people.
Luckily, he wasn't quite that bad. He tended to avoid personal topics in the presence of other people, but he was never too uptight to hold or kiss a woman with others around. Still, their similarities did worry him even more. If he was like his mother in a way, maybe she would get bored with him just as his father did.
Not that she was anything like his father, but she was more experienced and definitely more exotic. That just wasn't him. He was never very adventurous and wasn't one for changing things up. He got the feeling that she was no stranger to a variety of escapades, even Niles had once pointed out to him that she was likely far beyond him when it came to sex.
They could no longer count on two hands the number of times they had been together now, sneaking into each other's bedrooms a few times a week had just become a regular occurrence. It was always great sex if he had anything to say about it. Very, very great sex. His only hope was that she felt the same way he did about their time together. Whilst he did find himself with a newfound feral essence when he was with her, he did wonder if he was ever going to be exciting enough for her.
"Sir, do you have a moment?" Niles asked, walking into Maxwell's office.
Maxwell looked over at him, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Yes, ol' boy, what is it?"
"I was cleaning up Master Brighton's bedroom and I found a magazine I thought you would like to know about." He said, walking over beside his desk with it in hand.
"What is it, another Playboy?" Maxwell asked, taking the magazine from him and reading it. "Cosmopolitan." He said, confused.
"He has the at-home bikini wax page dog-eared. Though I imagine he wasn't looking for tips to make his skin silky smooth."
Maxwell flipped to the page, looking it over. "No, probably not." He said, the both of them tilting their heads as they took a better look. They shared a glance then he closed it back up, setting it on his desk. "Thank you for letting me know, I'll have a talk with him later."
"Very good." Niles said, starting to walk away as Maxwell noticed something on the cover of the magazine that sparked his interest.
"Niles." He said, stopping him.
"Yes, sir?"
"Do you think a guy like me can be satisfactorily, you know, in the long run?"
"How do you mean?" Niles asked, walking back over near him.
"Well, I mean, because I don't necessarily do the unexpected, do you think I can continue to please someone? Or might it be wise to try to change things up a bit?"
"Well, you could give me an extra day off every once in a while."
"I'm not talking about with you." He said, blatantly.
"Who do you mean then?"
Maxwell glanced back at the magazine, shaking his head. "Never mind, forget I brought it up." He said, Niles looking down and reading the sentence his eyes seemed fixed on.
"You mean with a woman?" Niles asked, Maxwell looking back up at him with a nervous stare. "Are you considering dating again and you aren't sure if you are up to the task?" He said, giving him a fake story so he wasn't worried about letting his secret out as they discussed it.
"I have been having some thoughts recently about being with someone again." He said, casually.
"And you are worried you might be a little out of practice?"
"Not just that." Maxwell said with an exhale. "What Sara and I had was beautiful and it was special and I know it meant the world to the both of us just being together." He paused, not sure how to continue the thought.
"And you're not sure it can ever be like that again?"
"No, no, I don't doubt that I can't have that again with someone else. I know I can." He said, surely. "But what if that's not enough for her? What if I'm not enough?"
"Sir, why do you think you wouldn't be enough? You kept Sara happy for over a decade."
"But we were young when we got together, neither of us had been with many people and I didn't really have a lasting effect on the ones I was with before her. You saw what happened when Chloe was here, she couldn't even remember our times together."
"I think that had less to do with your performance and more to do with the revolving door of men in her life."
"Still, how do I go about pleasing a woman who is used to more than what I have to offer?"
"You are likely just overthinking this. I think that she, that the right woman, would be very happy with you and everything you have to offer her. No matter what you do or don't do."
"You think?"
"Yeah, I do." Niles said, seeing a sense of concern remaining even with his words of encouragement. "If you are still concerned about it, you could always try new things. You'd be surprised, you might even end up enjoying some of the more daring stuff yourself."
"I'll think about it." Maxwell said, giving him a grateful look before he turned and left the room. He took a breath, looking back down at the magazine. He grabbed a pen and flipped it open to the page listed, opening up to the quiz that read 'Is your man doing everything he can to please you in the bedroom?'.
The next afternoon Maxwell had still yet to decide if he had the nerve to try the new thing he was considering doing to spice things up in the bedroom. It was an idea he had gotten from the quiz he took, something he was always aware of but would be brand new to him. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, he certainly did, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to experience it. That still didn't stop him from being nervous about it, he wasn't even sure how effective it would be if he did try.
He pushed the idea to the back of his mind for the moment being, he had already spent too much time today thinking it over and he had other things to do. His stomach grumbled and he decided to go check on lunch, leaving his office and heading into the kitchen.
"Children, Miss Fine." Maxwell said, getting greetings back from his three kids and the woman that had been on his mind all morning. "Where's Niles? I was coming to see how lunch was coming along." He asked, walking over beside Fran at the island.
"He just ran to get a bandage for his hand." Fran told him as she sliced up some fruit. "We had a little mishap while cutting up apples."
"He cut himself?"
"No, I did." She said, getting a concerned look from him. "Hey, in my defense, I told him to stop critiquing how I was cutting them and to get his hands out of the way."
"He also should have listened when you said 'if you try it one more time I am going to cut you'." Brighton said, turning around in the kitchen chair to face them.
"That was an empty threat, I didn't mean to actually do it."
"Well, I am starving, but now I am a little frightened to ask if you need any assistance." Maxwell said.
"We're just about done anyways." She said, grabbing an apple slice off the plate and holding it out to him. "Here, I don't think this one has any blood on it."
"Thanks." He said dryly as he grabbed it from her and took a bite. "So, what are everyone's plans for today?"
"The park finally opened back up so we're gonna ride our bikes there and check out all the new equipment." Maggie told him from where she sat on the barstool.
"No, Gracie and I are checking out the new equipment. You are going to check out Jaden's older brother." Brighton mocked.
"Rat." She snided back.
"Dad, it looks so cool." He said, excitedly. "They put in this huge slide and a rock-climbing wall, oh, and the coolest thing, they put in a flying fox."
"Flying fox? What in the world is that?" Fran asked.
"It's this rope with a seat on it that is connected to a rail and when you sit on it and lift your legs off the ground you slide all the way to the other side on it." Maxwell explained.
"How do you know what that is?"
"I did have a childhood."
"Really? I just assumed you came out in a little suit and tie, crying to Niles to get you a sippy cup of tea."
"No, but he does that now occasionally." Niles said, walking back into the kitchen with his freshly bandaged finger.
"Feel free to give him another jab." Maxwell said, making Fran smirk as he grabbed the plate of apple slices and walked over to set it on the table before he sat down with the younger kids. "Gracie, sweetie, are you excited to try the flying fox?"
"No." She said, shaking her head. "It sounds scary. What if the rope breaks? Or it goes too fast and I fall off."
"It goes like half a mile per hour, it's not going to make you fall off. And if it can hold Zachary Helbert, it can hold you no problem." Brighton said.
"He's right, sweetheart, it isn't anything to be afraid of." Maxwell told her. "I used to play on them all the time when I was your age."
"See, Gracie, if your daddy tried it, it can't be anything too scary." Fran said as her and Niles walked over with everyone's lunch plates, setting them onto the table.
"What are you implying?" He asked, looking up at her with a furrowed brow.
"I'm just pointing out to her that if you of all people did it then it can't be that bad."
"I'm not a coward, you know. I can be audacious."
"People who use the term audacious, are not audacious."
"I'll have you know I take plenty of risks."
"Name one."
"I hired you, didn't I?" He deadpanned, making her grin.
"Touche." She said, setting the last plate in front of him before sitting down with her own.
"Do you really think I should try it, daddy?" Gracie asked, looking over at her father.
"Well, I don't want you to do anything that you aren't comfortable with." Maxwell started, "But if you are up for it you could also give it a try, you don't know, you might really enjoy it and then it would seem so scary anymore."
"Okay, I'll try it." She said, smiling as she started eating her lunch.
"That's great advice, sir." Niles said, smirking over at him.
Maxwell looked back at him, giving him a knowing look before he glanced back at Fran. "So, Miss Fine. Do you have any big plans while they are at the park?"
"Oh, yes." Fran said, swallowing her bite of sandwich. "I'm finally going to organize my closet and get rid of some of the old stuff I don't need."
"You've been saying you were going to do that the whole time you've lived here." Niles pointed out.
"Yes, but last time I was in there I saw my old tie dye jumper and matching headband." Fran said, shaking at the image of it. "That was a real eye opener for me." She said, taking a sip of her water before she looked at Maxwell and she spoke again. "What about you? Any exciting plans?"
"No, just same 'ol, same 'ol." Maxwell said, watching her as she nodded before going back to eating her food. There was definitely no surprise detected there, but he was going to change that.
After they were all finished with lunch and cleaned up, Fran went with the kids outside to help them get their bikes ready for their trip to the park. Inside the house, Maxwell walked over to the island near Niles who had just finished loading the dishwasher.
"Niles, I was thinking, we don't have much going on around here today. Why don't you go ahead and take the rest of the day off?" Maxwell suggested.
"You're offering me the day off?" Niles asked, squinting his eyes at him.
"Yes, it is a beautiful day out. You should get out there and enjoy it."
"I guess that might be nice. The Nathaniel's butler has the day off today and he mentioned going to the horse tracks."
"That sounds like it would be a great time."
"Yes, it would be, but-" He paused, wondering how much he could milk this.
"But what?"
"Well, I'm a little low on funds and it wouldn't be much fun going there without making a few bets."
"I can spot you." Maxwell said, pulling out his wallet and sifting through his bills. "Would a fifty do?"
"I guess if I don't get anything to eat." Niles said, then Maxwell grabbed another one and handed them over to him. "Thank you, sir." He said, tucking the money into his upper coat pocket. "However, there is also cab fare."
"Don't push it." He said, catching onto him.
"Yes, sir." Niles said, saying a quick goodbye to him before he headed out the back door.
Maxwell walked over and glanced out the door, waiting till he was out of sight before leaving the kitchen and making his way upstairs.
About twenty minutes later Fran had gotten the kids bikes ready and they were off to the park, leaving her to have a little free time. She went inside and climbed the stairs up to her bedroom, a little confused when she saw her door was closed which she hadn't remembered doing. She shrugged it off, opening the door and walking inside.
"The kids all off now?" Maxwell asked as he looked over at her from where he sat in the middle of her bed, startling her.
"Mister Sheffield!" Fran said, setting her hand on her chest. "It's the middle of the day. What are you doing in here? Niles could have come in to clean and caught you."
"Doubtful." He said, setting the magazine he had been flipping through on the nightstand. "I gave him the day off. He already left to join his friend at the horse tracks."
"Really?" Fran said, locking her door before she walked over beside the bed. "So, Niles is gone with a friend, all the kids are at the park, and here you are in my bed. Whatever do you have in mind, Mister Sheffield?"
"Join me on the bed and you'll find out." Maxwell said, grabbing her arm and yanking her onto the bed with him. He sat her between his legs and pulled her closer to him, her back laying against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He placed a few kisses on her cheek and neck before she turned her head, pecking him a couple times on the lips. "What took you so long? I thought you were getting the kids their bikes then coming right up to your room."
"Brighton forgot his bike lock combination again so we had to go through all the bad four-letter words till one finally worked. Your son has quite the vocabulary."
"Which one did it end up being?"
"Well, I don't want to say it aloud, but I'll give you a hint. If you're really lucky, it's what we're about to do."
"I'm taking that lock away from him."
"Then his bike will get stolen."
"Maybe then he will learn not to be so crude."
"Prude."
"No, crude, like vulgar."
"I know what it means. I wasn't correcting you, I was calling you a prude."
"You think I'm a prude, huh?"
"If the chastity belt fits." She joked, smirking over at him.
Maxwell stared at her a moment and her smile dropped, clearly worried she might have gone too far with her joke. Before she had a chance to speak he reached up a hand to the front of her neck and shoved her head up, giving him better access to her lips as he leaned down and kissed her roughly.
Fran let out an unexpected moan into his mouth, her hand going up to his hair and gripping it tightly as she kissed him back. She felt his teeth trace her bottom lip, pinching onto it and tugging it with him as he pulled away. She followed with him till he released her lip and moved back a few inches, his eyes opening into hers and staring at her with desire. She sucked at her lip, tasting the blood from where he had lightly punctured it before he leaned back in and kissed her again. She felt his hand start to travel up her chest, going to the top button on her blouse just as the phone on her nightstand started to ring and they broke apart.
"Perfect timing." She said sarcastically, looking over at the phone as she got ready to go for it.
"Ignore it." He said, setting a finger on her chin and turning her back to face him.
"What if it's important?"
"More important than this?" He said, kissing her again.
"If it's something important I suppose they will call back." She said, setting a hand on his face as she leaned in and kissed him again.
The ringing died down and there were a few moments of silence before it started back up, the both of them pulling apart with an exhale.
Fran stayed in his arms while she reached over and grabbed the phone off the hook, putting it to her ear. "Hello?" She said, listening to the voice on the other end. "Hey, ma. What's going on?" She asked and Maxwell watched her reaction to make sure nothing was the matter. She rolled her eyes and he took that as a sign to stop worrying. "That is what was so important that you had to ring me twice in a row?" She paused. "No, ma, I wasn't ignoring your first call. I was just busy." She explained as Maxwell started running his hand along her arm slowly while she talked. "What do you mean busy with what? I'm working." She said with a little annoyance, smacking his hand away when his touch sent a chill through her body. "What was what noise, ma?" She listened as he started doing it again. "Oh, I was just swatting away some creature that won't leave me alone." She said, glaring back at him and making him stop. "The kids? They rode their bikes to the park." She told her as Maxwell pursed his lips, reaching in front of her and starting to unbutton her blouse. "I have plenty of other tasks I do around this house that don't involve the kids having to be right beside me at all times." She said as she looked down at her now open shirt while he worked on the last button then she shrugged her shoulders and nudged him backwards against the headboard. "Well, I don't have a list of things off the top of my head." She said as her mind began to drift when Maxwell slowly ran his hands underneath her blouse from around her back and to her chest, leaning in and kissing her in the crevice of her neck sloppily as he squeezed both her bra clad breasts in his hands. She let out a silent gasp, laying her head back on his shoulder as he continued attacking her neck. "Ma, I'm gonna have to call you back later, okay? Mister Sheffield needs me right now."
"He sure does." Maxwell whispered in her ear, nodding to her before he went back to kissing her neck.
"Yeah, bye, ma, talk to you later." Fran said, slamming the phone back down on the hook. She shoved him back again, moving away from him and turning to face him. "I was on the phone with my mother. Do you know how difficult that is when you have some irresistible Englishmen kissing and groping you?"
Maxwell squinted his eyes at her. "I can't say that I do."
"Oh, yeah, your mother never calls you." She joked.
"Hilarious." Maxwell said, smirking back at her as he reached over and swiftly pulled her blouse down her shoulder and off her body. He grabbed at the top of her bare arms, pulling her down onto the bed beside him. His hands went right to her body again, pulling her against him as he kissed her passionately and undid the back of her bra.
Fran reached over and started undoing the buttons of his vest and dress shirt, pushing them off onto his shoulders. She moved back, allowing him room to take it off the rest of the way while she finished taking off her bra.
Maxwell threw their clothes off to the floor, rolling back over and laying on top of her. His lips went to hers once more, his tongue slipping into her mouth and tracing the roof of her mouth gently. He leaned off onto one arm, his free hand going to her breast and teasing her nipple.
Fran pulled away from his lips, pressing her head onto her pillow and humming softly to herself in pleasure. She felt him trail kisses down her cheek, onto her jaw and landing on her favorite spot behind her ear. Not wanting to wait any longer, her hands traveled down his bare chest and hooked onto the waistband of his pants. She prepared to undo his belt when he slapped her hands away, stopping her. "What was that for?" She said, more amused than concerned as he lifted his head up and gazed down at her.
"That's not necessary yet."
"Not necessary? I don't know about you, but I am more than ready."
"Oh, so am I." Maxwell said in a low tone, resuming his kisses on her neck. He hastily kissed his way down her body, stopping once he hit her pelvis. He went to his knees on the end of bed, undoing the zipper on her skirt then grabbing onto the sides of it. He yanked at it hard enough to lift her lower body off the bed, making pulling it down off her all the easier. He tossed it off to the side, pausing for a moment to admire the full view he had of her. "God, do you even realize how breathtaking you truly are?"
"I'm starting to." She said as she smiled to herself, melting by the way he gazed at her.
Maxwell took one of her feet into his hand, lifting in up to his mouth and kissing the inside of her ankle. He held onto it as he kissed higher, slowly heading up her calf. He set it back on the bed and let go, running his hand up the opposite side of where he had kissed as he laid his chest onto the bed and kissed up her thighs till he couldn't get any further on her leg. He glanced up at her from where he was now positioned right between her legs, reading her expression for any signs that she didn't want him to keep going. When he saw no protest he looked back down, continuing.
Fran let her mouth gap a little in surprise as she watched him, not at all expecting him to be engaging in what she was now certain he was doing. She kept her eyes on him as he slid his hands under her thighs, raising them both up onto his shoulders to give himself better access. She watched as he leaned in, placing a single kiss onto her before lingering in place and letting his hot breath warm her. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, not knowing such a simple feeling could drive her so crazy.
Maxwell glanced back up at her again, smirking proudly to himself seeing that what he was doing was already having an effect on her and he hadn't even started yet. He kept his gaze fixed on her as he slipped his tongue into her folds, swirling around slowly. He saw her hand jerk onto the bed, gripping her blanket tightly as her head laid backwards onto her pillow. To say he enjoyed watching the look of pleasure on her face as he went down on her would be putting it lightly. He had never experienced something quite so arousing as seeing her in that state while he felt the way she was twitching against his mouth. When he had felt he teased her enough with the leisurely pace, he began sucking on her clit.
Fran raised her hips slightly off the bed, adding more pressure to the already euphoric feeling she was experiencing. She wasn't sure how much more of this she was going to be able to take, nearly ready to go over the edge when he started using his whole mouth to kiss her insides and lapping his tongue against her. She reached up both hands and grabbed her headboard, tightening her legs around his neck as he increased his speed even more. She called out his name as her orgasm hit, whimpers escaping her mouth as he kept it going to ride it out the rest of the way.
Maxwell slowed his pace to a stop once he was sure she was fully satisfied, pulling back and sloppily kissing her thigh a couple times before he slid both her legs back off him and onto the bed. He watched her as she finally opened her eyes back up, looking down at him with pure desire. He stood up off the bed, removing his slacks and briefs hastily before he climbed his way up the bed so he was back on top of her again. Going straight for her lips he kissed her hungrily, pressing his naked body against hers. He didn't feel the need to waste anymore time, reaching a hand down and grabbing onto himself and leading his way to her opening. With very little effort he slid all the way into her and his lips left hers, taking a sharp intake of breath from feeling the arousal he caused.
Fran opened her eyes, looking at the tortured look on his face as he tried to contain himself. She reached up and set her hands on either side of her face, caressing it. She considered telling him that he need not worry about her as she was already more than satisfied, but she knew his pride would ignore that suggestion anyways. She leaned up and kissed him gently as they kept their movements stilled, ready to give him a minute to cool down a bit.
Maxwell appreciated what she was doing, but he was in no mood to slow things down any. He moved his head to her neck, kissing it roughly as he started thrusting into her rapidly. After a minute or so he felt her hands slide to his back, digging her nails into his skin as she started to finish again. He went faster and harder as he started to feel his own release, grateful that she didn't take very long as he wasn't sure how much longer he would have been able to hold off after that experience. He slowed his pace to a complete still, resting his elbows on the bed beside her as they both gasped for air. When they finally regained their breath he gazed down at her, leaning in and placing a slow soft kiss on her lips.
"Wow." Fran said as she looked up at him when he pulled back a little, reaching up to play with the ends of his sweaty hair. "That was something."
"Something good, I hope." He said, partly as a question.
"Something very good." She said, pulling his head down and giving him another kiss.
"Good." Maxwell said, giving her one more peck before climbing off her and laying beside her in bed. He propped himself up on one elbow, facing her and running a hand along her bare arm.
"Not that I am complaining, not at all in fact." She added with a smirk. "But what was all that for?"
"I thought I should try spicing things up, do something a little unexpected."
Fran looked him over, noticing a sense of worry in the way he spoke. "I hope you didn't feel like you had to do something like that because I teased you about being a prude."
"No, that's not why I did it. It's something I've been thinking about awhile now."
"Okay, good, because it really was just a joke. I would never want you to feel like that's the way I think of you."
"But it's kind of true, isn't it?"
"No, not even a little." She said seriously, shaking her head. "I know that you are normally very reserved, but if I have learned anything these last few months, it's that you are not the timid innocent little puppy dog that I thought you were."
"Well, thank you?" He said unsurely, making her chuckle. "So, you aren't getting bored with me?"
"Are you kidding me? At this point I can hardly keep up with you."
"Be serious."
"I am! Not that I should be giving you an ego boost by saying this, but I have never been with anyone else who makes me feel the things you make me feel. When I'm alone I find myself sitting and thinking about just how good it is to be with you and then I think to myself that I must be exaggerating it in my head, 'cause there is no way that it can really be as good as I am remembering it. Then I'm with you again, and it's not only as good as I remember, but it's even better every time."
"You really feel that way?"
"Yes, I do." She said, truthfully. "I am by no means bored and I don't think the main thing we've been doing could ever get boring either. Though I'm definitely not opposed to the new stuff too because that was very, very good."
"It's been upgraded to two very's now?"
"It could be upgraded to a hell of a lot more than two, but neither of us have the time for me to rattle all those very's off."
"That's good to know." He said, smiling to himself. "I wasn't really sure it would be any good. I've never actually done, you know, that before. I doubt it was the best you've ever had, but-"
Fran cut him off. "The best? I haven't done that before either."
"You haven't?" He asked, shocked.
"No, never. I don't think I've ever been with someone who cared enough about my pleasure to do something completely for me alone, without them getting anything out of it."
"Oh, I'm sorry." He said, suddenly feeling ashamed. "I would have brought it up to you beforehand if I had known. I just assumed because you seemed so comfortable with it that you had."
"You don't have to apologize. I was comfortable with it because I'm always comfortable with you. In fact, you're the only guy I've ever felt truly comfortable with."
"I feel comfortable with you too." Maxwell said, reaching over to her cheek and caressing it. "I never thought I would feel that again." He added, the both of them leaning in and sharing a sweet kiss.
Fran pulled back a little, smiling as she looked him over. "I guess we should probably get dressed before the kids get back from the park. That flying fox thing can only keep their attention for so long."
"I don't know, that thing is pretty entertaining. We might have some more time." He said, kissing her shoulder lightly.
"Do you really believe that, or is that just wishful thinking on your part?"
"You think that I would lie about how much fun the flying fox is?" He asked, moving over to kiss her neck.
"If you had an ulterior motive you just might."
Maxwell pulled away from her neck, looking her in the eyes. "I'm insulted that you would think that." He said, putting on a fake look of offense.
"Well, if it's as great as you make it out to be, maybe we should head over there and try it out for ourselves." She said, starting to climb out of bed.
"Who am I kidding? It's just some ridiculous playground equipment, it can't be that great." Maxwell said as he pulled her back into bed and into his arms. "Besides, I can think of something far more entertaining." He said, kissing her passionately.