A short little chapter (I swear! lol) and this chapter kind of follows the world that I have created for Brandon and Stella in the Moments of Us collection (Stella becoming Queen of Solaria with Brandon becoming her Prince Consort).

Brandon and Stella- The Night Before

Stella was pacing the floor in front of the large, golden throne as the large door opened to the room. Stella stopped her pacing and looked to the sound of squeaking hinges to see Brandon entering the throne room.

"What are you doing here?" Brandon asked as he walked into the room and made his way over to the anxious Stella.

Stella brought her thumb down from her mouth, a tell-tale sign that she had been worried about something. And Stella would never ruin a perfectly good manicure, so as her husband, Brandon knew that something especially worrisome had been on Stella's mind.

"I can't sleep," Stella announced as she resumed her pacing.

"I can tell," Brandon chuckled as he folded his arms and continued his slow walk towards Stella, "it is the middle of the night and a special someone should be sleeping."

Stella rolled her eyes, "The reason why I should be sleeping is the exact reason that I cannot sleep."

Tomorrow was the day of Stella's coronation. Her father was set to step down as King of Solaria and hand over the duties of Queen to Stella. She had been out of school for years, saved the world multiple times, and had successfully petitioned-well, threatened-the Solarian Royal Court into letting her marry the poor, common, squire Brandon. She had proven herself multiple times to be a worthy and capable queen, but that didn't mean that Stella wasn't any less nervous.

Brandon placed a soft hand on Stella's cheek and exhaled, the minty smell of his breath hitting Stella's face and automatically doing wonders on her nerves.

"I know that a lot is supposed to happen tomorrow. Or at least I am assuming as the High Priest won't let me into the super secret coronation rehearsal."

"It is not that," Stella sighed into a smile, trying her best not to have Brandon worry about her too much, "it's nothing really. I am just being silly."

"Stella," Brandon's hand fell from her cheek and grabbed her hands in his, "we have been together for nine years, three months, twelve days, two hours, and twenty-three minutes, I know when you are worried and not your sunny self. Now, tell me what is on your mind. I hate to see you so worried, Sunshine."

Stella's smile fell, "What if I am terrible?"

"Terrible?"

"I hear what people say about me and have said about me." Stella groaned, "I know it seems like I don't care what people think about me but I do, Brandon, you know I do."

Brandon pursed her lips and nodded his head.

Stella continued.

"I was never that smart and I know that I lacked focus, Griselda would tell me enough time. Compared to Tecna I am an idiot, when with Bloom I am just some sidekick, I am an absolute inconsiderate bitch compared to Flora, I am not talented like Musa is, and compared to Aisha, I am stubborn and self-centered."

"You know that isn't true, Stella.," Brandon remarked with a confident strength to his voice, letting Stella know that he meant business, "because if you were any of the things that you think that you are, I would not have married you. And don't say that I still would have just because I wanted to be royalty because honestly, I kind of hate all of the formalities and people looking down on me. But guess what? I did it for you and I would do it a million times over, all for you." Brandon pulled Stella over to the large throne that she would call her own when she finished the coronation ceremony and sat her down.

"Stella, you are the most radiant, head-strong, passionate, loyal, and creative person that I have ever met. Plus, you are very easy on the eyes."

Stella let out a small scoff as looked down at her lap. Brandon knelt down and placed his hand under Stella's chin and raised her head to look up at him.

"You are going to be Queen of Solaria," Brandon stated, "you should never look down on anyone, especially not to some commoner like me."

"Brandon..."

"Stella, I know who I am." Brandon smiled, "You are going to be an amazing queen and you are going to lead Solaria into its, for a lack of better words, Golden Age. And I am prepared to do everything in my power to support you both as the new prince consort and as your husband. Now, will you please come back to bed? I don't like being alone in a bed so big, it feels weird."

Stella smiled before leaning forward and giving Brandon a warm kiss. She pulled back, her hands still on Brandon's cheeks as she looked into his hazel eyes.

"How did I get so lucky to get you as a husband?"

"Weren't you the one always telling me that you always get what you want?"

"Yes," Stella smirked, "and getting you was no exception."

"I like a woman who knows what she wants."

Stella leaned forward once and again and gave Brandon another kiss. The kiss was soft and appreciative, no different than the usual kisses that they would share with one another on a regular basis. However, when Stella made a move to end the kiss, she found herself stuck to Brandon. He had leaned forward and deepened the kiss.

"Brandon?" Stella's question muffled against Brandon's lips.

"You aren't the only one who is going to get what they want."

Brandon pulled away from the kiss and gripped Stella's pajama-covered thighs. His hands trailed further and further up her thighs, causing a pleasant shiver to shoot down Stella's spine. When Brandon's hands gripped the waistband of her silky pajama shorts, Stella felt her heart skip a beat.

Stella felt Brandon tug down, and she lifted her hips making Brandon's intended goal easier to achieve. As Brandon pulled down her shorts, Stella felt a warm breeze on her ass and between her legs, indicating that he had also pulled off her underwear as well. Stella definitely liked where this was going and knew that it would be just what she needed to get her mind off of the events of the next day.

A moan escaped Stella's mouth when she felt Brandon's wet and hot mouth land between her legs and his tongue licked up to her clitoris. Brandon may never be a king, but Stella considered him to be the king of foreplay, but right now, Brandon was getting straight to the point.

Stella's hands shot forward and formed a tight grip on Brandon's dark-brown hair. If it hadn't been for Brandon's hot mouth, Stella would have forgotten about the cool metal of the throne under her ass. Brandon was eating her out when she was seated on a throne that did not belong to her just yet. She didn't want to think about if this had happened on the ornate throne before. Thankfully, it was cleaned and polished daily.

"Brandon..." Stella moaned out his name as his mouth continued to work over her aching center. She gasped when she felt Brandon's strong and warm fingers enter her, one by one.

His fingers moved in and out of her and with every finger that he added, Stella felt herself coming closer and closer to an orgasm. A faint, golden light began to emit from her, telling Brandon that Stella was close to coming. But he had other ideas.

Brandon pulled away, much to Stella's dismay, and wiped away the drool and secretions from his mouth. He smirked despite Stella's upset face and stood up.

"What are you doing?" Stella asked, doing her best to keep away the whine from her voice so as not to sound like the bratty teenager that she was when she and Brandon had first met. But unbeknownst to Stella, Brandon kind of liked the bratty side of Stella.

Brandon didn't answer as he yanked Stella up from the throne and turned her around. He pushed her forward lightly, and she fell onto the throne, her arms catching her fall on the back of the top of the throne. Brandon grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up and hooked his arm around it.

Stella gasped as she felt Brandon thrust inside of her. How the Hell had he managed to free himself in such a short amount of time? He always had been quick with these sorts of things; always eager to please.

Her tan knuckles turned white as she gripped the top of the gilded throne and dropped her head as Brandon began an unrelenting pace of his thrusts. His hold on her hips would have been painful if not for the insane amount of pleasure coursing through her body with every thrust.

Being with Brandon always made Stella forget about the worries that she had and all of the bad things that happened in her life. The first time that they had sex was the night that Brandon came over after she found out that her parent's divorce had become final. Stella was always so thankful to Brandon, not because of the sex, but because he was there for her. He had been there for her through everything, even if she felt as though she didn't deserve it.

"Fuck, Brandon..." Stella but down on her bottom lip as she moaned, "don't stop...please."

A hand on Stella's hips moved to the small of her back and pressed down, allowing for Brandon to go deeper and harder into Stella. She didn't think that she could still bend that way. Neither of them was as young as they used to be.

"Because you said 'please'." Brandon chuckled through a deep grunt.

The large throne room was filled with the sound of bodies coming together and pants and moans. The sounds bounced on the marble walls, golden fixtures, and high ceilings. Stella was sure that any passer-byers in the night would be able to hear the two of them. But she was about to be Queen and she was enjoying a moment of carnal intimacy with her king. Well, Brandon may never be the King of Solaria, but Stella would always regard him as such.

In fact, Stella wanted everyone to hear. It was enough for Stella to be married to the son of some foreign whore and a nameless and faceless father, but to know that he was thrusting into the high-born princess would be enough to send the old and traditional court members to an early grave. Good, Stella thought, she wouldn't want people who didn't accept Brandon or her love for him in her kingdom anyway.

Feeling the hand come off of her back, Stella rose back up and turned her head back to meet Brandon's mouth for a kiss. It was wet and sloppy, but still so passionate. She fucking loved Brandon and there was not a day that passed where she didn't love him. Sure, she had become pissed at him during the whole Mitzi situation during their mission on Earth, but that was only because she loved him so fucking much.

"I love you..." Stella moaned through the kiss with Brandon.

Brandon didn't respond other than picking up the pace of his thrusting hips, thrusting deeper and faster. Stella had gotten the hint.

Stella's pants became louder and more shallow as the glow once again began to emit from her body. She was so close and if Brandon stopped again, her first order as Queen would be to send Brandon to the executioner's block.

But he didn't stop and with one last yell, the light around Stella's body became blinding and she came.

Her head sank between her outstretched arms and her legs wobbled as they struggled to keep her up. Stella's mind was blank and she wouldn't have known that Brandon was still going or if he had finished if she had not felt something warm enter inside of her and Brandon's heavy torso collapse on top of her.

Stella regained a normal breathing pattern as Brandon peppered light kisses on her exposed shoulders. Why Stella greatly enjoyed having sex with Brandon, it was the moments in the literal afterglow that Stella loved the best.

"Feeling better?" Brandon asked, his breath hitting her shoulders.

"Much better."

"Worried about tomorrow?"

Stella turned around slowly and smiled, "What is happening tomorrow?"

Brandon laughed as he placed a kiss on Stella's forehead.

"Ready for bed?" Brandon asked as he had finished gathering his breath and Stella seemed to feel like she had been able to stabilize her breathing.

"Only if we can do that again?"

Short and sweet :) Let me know what you think and what couples (canon or non) you would like to see!