Since reading this series, I can no longer deny that my ultimate OTP is Maxon and America. Aspen is a nice guy, but….. *aggressively whispers* OTPPPPP.

So, as I contemplate the wonderful possibility of them getting a happily ever after, I couldn't help envisioning their first night after the marriage!

I've been told I write classy smut so…. Here we go. Get ready for fluff and cuteness and a tad bit of awkward-ness, but for it to be sexy, yet not explicit. Why you ask? Because my God, they are virgins and it's their first time! (Plus, we know Maxon is a gentleman anyways! ) I do not go into explicit detail, so I could probably go T but I went M just to be safe.

Of course, I don't own the thing.

I stood on the balcony, looking out over the palace gardens. You could still hear the faint sounds coming from the ballroom from our reception. The honeymoon, which was supposed to be in the Columbian Islands, would have to wait. With the recent rebel attacks, Maxon decided it would be best to stay here. He had fully expected them to try to attack during the wedding, but thankfully, they didn't.

A blissful smile lit my face, reminding me of the day I had just had.

I was no longer America Singer.

I was America Schreave, Princess of Illea.

Maxon was my husband.

I couldn't help the girlish giggle that escaped. After everything we had gone through, after it seemed as though I had lost him forever, we finally found a way. A way to be an us.

A single tear fell down my cheek, but it wasn't a tear of sadness. I was so happy, so relieved. The road would be long and hard, but I would have Maxon at my side, which is more than I ever wanted.

I heard a chuckle from behind, and I quickly wiped the tear from my cheek. I turned, to take in the sight of the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. How did I ever think he was plain? I had been blind then, so wrapped up in the past I didn't see what was standing right in front of me.

"What?" I asked as I sauntered over to him.

He was leaning against the door that adjoined our rooms, still in his royal uniform. As soon as I was within reach, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush against him. This was the Maxon that I loved to see. The one that was happy. Not a care marred his beautiful face, and his lips slowly met my own. Warmth enveloped me, making me feel like I was the most important thing to him. His lips, soft as feathers against my skin, traveled along my jaw.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look, my dear?"

I could feel his grin against my neck, the gentle tickle his breath left against my skin. He was working his way down, my heart speeding all the while.

"Once or twice," I groaned as he nipped at my collar-bone. "Are you teasing me, Maxon?"

He pulled back up to look at me, his arms holding me tightly to him. His brown eyes, so warm and full of love, looked straight into mine.

"Yes, I am, Mrs. Schreave."

The way he said it, I absolutely melted. He said my new name the way you say a prayer, reverently, with all the love and hope in the world. His fingers tenderly brushed my cheek, and I leaned my head into his hand. I leaned forward to place my lips against his. At first, it was sweet, controlled, but it started to grow into something more desperate. My fingertips brushed the medals on his chest, while his hands gripped into the lace on the back of my wedding dress. I caught my breath, and Maxon pulled away, sadness in his eyes. He looked so frightened and sad, and I wished I could've pushed through the pain.

"Ames, I'm so sorry-"

"Maxon, its fine," I whispered gently. I would not let what he did ruin this night. "It just rubbed the wrong way, that's all. Forget they are even there. Be glad you didn't have to wear lace on your wedding day."

His fingers softly stroked my back through the lace, his eyes never leaving mine. I touched my lips to Maxon's, and after a minute, he relaxed once more. We stayed that way for a few moments. Maxon tasted wonderful, like the most decadent dessert and the sweetest champagne. It was probably because we had his favorite chocolate cake and champagne at the wedding, but I wasn't about to start complaining. I placed a soft kiss on his neck, just underneath his ear. I heard him sigh, and I couldn't help the smirk on my face.

"I need your help," I whispered.

"With what darling?"

"These buttons aren't going to undo themselves."

My voice was soft, and even I could hear the anxiety in it. My mind reverted back to a couple of weeks ago in one of the hidden passageways Maxon was showing me, where things had gotten, um, a bit…heated. Maxon, being the wonderful gentleman that he was, stopped us before we went too far. He was always the voice of reason, but I couldn't help the desire that had coursed through me. I could tell it wasn't something he necessarily wanted to stop, either. While he was buttoning up his shirt, he kept muttering something, and I realized he was saying "less than two weeks" over and over. I couldn't help but laugh, and he threw my shirt at my head with a scowl. Maxon had perfect muscles, and the way his bare skin felt against my own…it was absolutely heavenly.

"Okay," he murmured, his voice a little husky. He took my hand, pulling me over to my vanity. He sat me on the stool, my wedding gown billowing out around us. His hands were on my shoulders, and he looked at me in the mirror with a smile.

We actually looked regal. Maxon had on the dark navy blue and red jacket of the military, with a pale blue sash crossing his torso. There were all sorts of medals on it, in various colors. My dress was white and lacy, my auburn hair pinned at the nape of my neck. I still had the tiara on my head, a gift from Maxon's mom. It was the same tiara she had gotten when she was married, passed down from Maxon's grandmother. It was my something old, and Queen Amberly had whispered that she had every faith that our marriage would be successful.

"You look like a Queen, my America."

I blushed deeply at his words, and reached up to place my hand over his.

"I had to step up to make myself worthy of my King," I reminded him. He leaned down, gently placing his lips against my cheek.

"You were always worthy, darling. A diamond in the rough," he teased. He reached up, sliding the tiara out of my hair. He began to work on taking out the pins, and I closed my eyes. The feeling of Maxon's fingers running through my hair was one of the most relaxing things I had ever felt. With the removal of each pin, a soft curl fell down. His fingers eased the tightness that the pins had caused on my scalp. My hair fell in a soft halo around me. He turned my body at an angle on the chair, so I was facing the balcony instead of the mirror. That left just enough room on the back side for him to sit behind me. He brushed my hair to one side, pushing it forward so it was against my chest. His fingers had a slight shake in them as he began to undo the many buttons that ran down the back of my dress. Maxon leaned forward, placing a line of kisses from my neck to my shoulder.

"Do you know how long I've waited for you?"

His words were barely more than a whisper against my skin, but it felt like an open flame. Where his lips touched, where his fingers brushed, left a tingling in my skin that would not falter. He brushed the dress from my shoulders, leaning to kiss the tips of the three scars that ran across my back. They were the same scars that ran across his, but I didn't regret them. I would have taken many, many more if that meant I could have spared Maxon some of the pain he had endured over the years. He brushed the dress from my shoulders, and I leaned back into him. I was only wearing a white silk bustier and some frilly underwear underneath, but I wasn't embarrassed, not around Maxon. I turned around, carefully unbuttoning his jacket. I almost laughed at the white undershirt he had on underneath. It was just so ordinary, it astounded me.

His jacket fell to the floor, and he reached to pull the sleeves of the dress from my arms. I wore the sleeves and made sure my back was covered for him. It would kill him for people to ask questions, and no one knew besides him and my maids. It wasn't something you went around telling people, unless you wanted to be executed for treason, which was likely with the King. He didn't like me enough as it was, but he acted graciously enough during the wedding and reception. The Queen had a lot to do with that.

Maxon's fingers began to graze to silk and lace on my stomach. My dress had fallen down to my waist. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Every time Maxon touched me, I felt it reverberate through my entire body. I had talked to Marlee about what it was like to be with a man. She had told me to expect some pain, but that eventually, it would be wonderful. She had gifted me the lingerie I was wearing. She gave it to me in private as I was getting ready today, and once she saw my shocked expression, she just squealed that Maxon would love it. Maxon stood, and he took my hand, helping me step out of my dress.

Maxon had seen me in my bra once before, but never this undressed. His eyes raked over me, big as saucers. I'll admit that I was extremely satisfied. I pulled my hand from his grasp turning to pick up my dress and lay it across the bench. I kicked off my heels, and I sighed in relief. My feet had gone past the point of hurting to just being numb.

Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted into the air. Maxon had scooped me up with his arms, his lips crashing into my own. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. He carried me into his bedroom, never taking his lips off mine. He gently laid me on his bed, and I closed my eyes as his lips and tongue traced a line down my neck. His hand swept down my torso, brushing the skin on my legs. My heart stuttered, and I sighed in pleasure.

"I take it you like it?" I questioned as he moved back to my lips.

"Mmm hmm," he grunted. I wrapped my fingers in his hair, feeling the smoothness of it. It was always so carefully styled when he was in public. I loved the messy way it looked when he ran his hands through it, the way it fell into his eyes. I felt down his neck, grabbing at the shoulders of his shirt. He lifted his arms, his shirt coming off in a sweep.

Maxon could have been a model. He wasn't bulky, but he was covered in strong, defined muscles. His stomach was tight and compact. I trailed my fingers down his chest, feeling the smooth lines and planes. His abs dipped in ever so slightly. I was slim, but soft. Maxon leaned over me, and I could feel the heat from him through the satin of the bustier. One of his legs rested between mine, and he brushed the hair out of my face. His hands rested on my neck, his thumb stroking my cheek.

"I love you, America Schreave."

His face broke into the most adorable smirk, and I pulled his head closer to me. I started to kiss him, exploring him. His lips moved softly against my own, his teeth just grazing my bottom lip. His hand moved down from my neck, ghosting over my chest, and gripped my hip. He pulled me closer to him, hitching my leg over his. I could feel the muscles tighten and relax in his back, along with the slight raise of the scars left there by his father. They only made him more handsome, dearer to me.

It was pure bliss. I felt overheated, but in the most fantastic way possible. I was burning in his arms, desire coursing through me. I couldn't get close enough to him. Every time his hands broke contact, it was agony. I needed him like I needed oxygen. I could feel the same things from him. Every touch was gentle and unhurried, yet I could feel how much he wanted me, how much he loved me. He rolled us so I was on top of him, straddling his stomach. I couldn't help the blush the erupted on my cheeks… I had never been this close or intimate with anyone. Maxon's hands came to my back, resting against the first clasp. He looked deep in my eyes, making sure I was okay with the way things are going. I knew Maxon would never want me to be uncomfortable or scared. God, did I love the boy for it. I crashed my lips against his, hoping that was answer enough for him. His fingers began to unhook the back, but he was having a little bit of trouble.

"Having some trouble there, your highness?" I whispered, in what I hope was a seductive, teasing tone.

"Ha, ha. Very funny," he muttered. "It's not like I've done this before, you know."

I grabbed his face, and for a moment, he stopped fumbling with the clasps. I placed tender kisses on his forehead, nose, and then his lips.

"I know, and I couldn't be happier."

He quickly sat up, eliciting a surprised squeak from me as he pulled me up with him. He lifted and spun me around, so now my back was to his front. I was about to say something, but my words changed into a moan, as his lips touched my shoulder.

"Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?"

His hands made quick work of the clasps, and the tightness of the bustier vanished. Instinctually, my arms held it to me. My heart was racing, and my pulse was beating so furiously that I could've sworn Maxon could feel it. His arms wrapped around me, and I leaned into him. The feeling of my bare back against his chest sent goose bumps all over. His lips were at my neck, tasting and teasing their way over to my shoulder. A dull ache, one I was wasn't familiar with, began to uncoil and build inside of me. I had felt its presence only once before, when we were in the secret passage. It was desire, plain and simple. I could even feel his pressed against my back.

One of his hands was across my stomach, the other on my shoulder. I placed my hands over his, and for the first time, I realized he was slightly shaking. The bustier fell forward, and I immediately felt self-conscious. I wanted it to be perfect for him. He had chosen me, out of all of them, and I wanted to be worthy of that choice. Who was I kidding? I had no idea what I was doing here! I knew what I wanted, god my body was screaming with what I wanted. What if I was a disappointment?

We laid back down, our faces just inches from each other. I tried to calm down, but I couldn't. I didn't know if it was nerves or desire. I opened my eyes, to see Maxon staring at me. Maxon always had a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only one in the room. His eyes always lit up, like a blind man seeing for the first time.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Ever since you called me stuck up, I knew I was going to fall in love with you."

I wrapped myself into him, and Maxon's strong arms pulled me to him. He wrapped me in his protective cage, and while I was with him, nothing could go wrong in the world. I tucked my head against his chest, reveling in the way he smelled. He always smelled wonderful. The only thing I could think about was sandalwood, but there was a touch of something spicy, like cinnamon. There was nothing in the world like it. I could hear the rapid beat of his heart, but his expression never showed any stress or nervousness from the way we were pressed together.

"Are you nervous?"

I nodded into his chest. His fingers gently lifted my chin, and he placed his lips firmly against my forehead.

"Me, too, my Princess," he chuckled. It was the first time he had said that endearment. My lips turned up in a small smile. "I'm always nervous around you. You the light in my life, America. When I'm with you, everything fades away. I want you. Not just today or tomorrow, but for everyday for the rest of my life. I don't want to mess this up. I've got you now," he said as he reverently pulled my left hand to his mouth, brushing the diamond and sapphire engagement ring and wedding band. "I've got you, and I have no intention of ever letting you go. I love you. You are beautiful, smart, and crazy, and I want you. I want to show you how much I love you. I'd never want to hurt you, and this is just as new to me. If you're not ready, then we don't have to. When we do, I know it will be beautiful and amazing, because it will be us. So don't worry, because we will figure it out together."

He always knew exactly what to say. How could I ever deny him? I wanted him, body and soul, and he was right. No matter what, we got to do this together.

I attacked his mouth, lacing my fingers into his hair. We rolled so he was leaning over me, and I caught my breath as he moved to my neck.

"I want this, Maxon. I want you. I love you."

He traveled down, carving a path in my skin down my neck to my chest. His hands traveled along my body, tentatively exploring the new territory. I reached down, undoing the buckle on his pants. Sensing what I wanted, he sat up, pushing them off his legs. He was wearing a pair of light grey boxer-briefs, and the way they hung on the v of his hips was so…alluring. My husband was sexy!

One moment began to blur into the next. I felt Maxon slide down my body, his hands gripping my waist as he lightly kissed my stomach. Every nerve in my body was on alert, along with every muscle. I felt like a coil, ready to spring, but that tension vanished when he touched me. I was lost in him, just as much as he was in me. I don't remember taking the rest of our clothes off, or how he pulled the bed sheet over us. I just remembered the way he whispered my name and the wonderful feeling of his lips against my own. I remembered the way his hands held me, as I was something breakable and precious but desperately coveted. It was like instinct had taken over. Our bodies knew what they wanted, and our minds were simply focused on the wonder of having each other like this.

He pressed himself into me, my legs wrapped partially around his waist. He moaned into my neck, and my fingers pressed into his shoulders. I felt the pressure, and it hurt, oh it hurt. My eyes began to water, but I took a deep breath, willing them to go away. Maxon stilled; I'm sure he could feel the tension in my body. Even his breathing was uneven, but he kept it in control and his hands were rubbing soothing circles into my muscles, easing the tension.

"You okay?" he whispered. I nodded my head, trying to get use to the alien feeling.

"J-just give me a minute."

Patient as ever, Maxon began kissing my cheeks and lips, and I felt my body start to relax. I hesitantly shifted myself against him, and I heard him sharply intake his breath. There was pain, but not nearly as bad as before. The movement, although small, eased the dull ache inside of me. It made it worse and better all at the same time. Maxon gave me a questioning look, and I nodded my head.

"Slow," I whispered softly. He nodded his head in understanding, and then began to kiss me sweetly and reverently.

Marlee was right. The pain soon vanished. This was better than the food, better than anything I had ever experienced before. I tried to think of the happiest moments in my life: my family, when Maxon proposed, when Celeste was kicked out, when we finally opened up to one another to tell our deepest secrets….that happiness didn't even come close to comparing to the bliss I was experiencing now. Maxon was my everything. I was drowning in him, but it was so peaceful, so serene, I welcomed it. I was overwhelmed by him. It got easier with each movement, with each touch. He found the spot on my neck that would get me to moan in pleasure. I liked the way his breath would catch when I rolled my hips and held on to his shoulders. I loved the way he would pull back for just a second and smile at me, then kiss me again, like he couldn't stand to stay away. It felt so natural, so right. Maxon's hands worshiped me, making me feel more loved that I ever had in my whole life. I had heard of sex, but this was making love. Every movement, every kiss, every touch, felt like it lasted forever instead of just seconds. The pleasure, the love, keep building inside of me, to a point where I was almost pained with need. Maxon's breaths came quicker and quicker, and then, the wave finally crashed. He whispered my name as I gasped, the pressure in me finally releasing. I felt like I was floating. Time stopped, frozen in a perfect moment.

Maxon pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me as my own wrapped around his neck. He shifted so his weight was off of me, and my head rested in the crook of his neck. I felt like I had run a marathon. I was tired and sore, but I felt so damned good.

"I love you."

I smiled into his chest, already half-asleep.

"I love you, too."

We fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other's arms.

Something was rubbing my arm, and I realized I was still wrapped in a pair of warm arms. I blinked, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. I raised my head, and I saw Maxon's smiling face gazing down at me. I buried my face in his neck, closing my eyes once again. I felt him kiss my forehead, and I groaned. This was way too comfortable to even consider getting out of bed yet.

"Good morning, darling," he chuckled. I sighed, snuggling closer to him. He shifted so he was leaning over me, and began peppering me with kisses.

"Maxon," I whined.

"I can see someone is not a morning person," he admonished. I playfully swatted his chest, and Maxon just laughed. He grabbed my hands, pinning them down beside my head.

"If you don't wake up, I will have to resort to drastic measures."

I opened my eyes, giving him a playful glare.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh I would, my dear."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, and Maxon eyes narrowed. He pulled my wrists together, restraining them with one of his hands and proceeded to tickle me. I squealed, trying to get away, but I was so tangled up in the sheets, it was impossible. I was laughing so hard that my sides hurt. He found the ticklish spot on my hip, and he was laughing along with me.

"Maxon! Stop! I-I'm awake! I'm awake!" I gasped playfully. He brushed the hair out of my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. He had this huge grin on his face, matching my own.

"You know, you look sexy with bed hair."

"That so?"

He trailed his fingers up from my waist, soliciting a shiver from me. I took a stuttering breath, and Maxon kissed me, the slow heat building just as it did last night. He broke away, a devious grin on his face. His eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at me in concern. His fingers tangled into mine, and our hands rested on my stomach. I looked down at them, relishing the contact.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore, but good. Better than good," I said bashfully. I peeked up at up through my lashes, a blush stealing across my cheeks. I was his wife, and the man still gave me butterflies when he looked at me like that.

"Better than good?" he questioned. He lifted my hand, kissing each one of my fingers.

"Best night of my life," I whispered.

"Mine, too. However, it is closely followed by the night you said yes, and the night I met you."

I leaned up to kiss him, and Maxon's hands enveloped me, one holding my head to his, the other wrapping around my waist. It started out slow and sweet, but that ache started to build again, our breaths coming more irregularly.

"You keep this up, and I may keep you here all day," I whispered, as he pulled back for a breath. I reached up to touch his face. His eyes were bright with happiness, and he simply glowed.

"That was my intention," he whispered seductively into my ear. I laughed, and we started kissing again when there was a knock at the door.

"Your highness?"

"Crap!" Maxon hissed. He tossed the sheet back over us, to hide our indecency, and I covered my mouth with my hands to keep myself from laughing. Only one of his arms and head was visible. The other was wrapped around me, hidden under the sheets.

"Yes?"

I heard the door crack open, but I couldn't see who it was. I buried my face in his side, vibrating with silent laughter.

"I- um… I'm terribly sorry, Prince Maxon, but the King has requested your and Princess America's presence at lunch. He said that it wasn't optional, there were dignitaries to attend to."

I could hear the guard's uncomfortable tone, which only made me giggle harder. Maxon sighed, and I placed a soft kiss on his ribs. He body tensed slightly, and Maxon's hand gave me a squeeze.

"Tell the King that we will be down for lunch, but I have some business to attend to with the Princess." I heard rather than saw the smile on Maxon's face.

"Y-yes, sir. I assume the Princess doesn't need to be told?"

"Ah, no. You might want to inform her maids she'll need them in about an hour."

"Yes, your highness."

I heard the door shut, and I broke out laughing. Maxon dove under the sheets, a huge grin on his face.

"Oh, the rumors that will fly!" I teased.

"All they can say is that the Prince is completely smitten and vexed by his Princess," he said as he kissed my nose. "Which is one hundred percent true." I ran my hands along his stomach, putting a serious expression on my face.

"What business do you have with me, my Prince?"

Maxon raised his eyebrows, a slight smirk appearing.

"Urgent matters of state," he explained.

"And what matters of state must I attend to?"

"The state of your husband. He is in desperate need for you."

I grinned before I pulled Maxon to me, kissing him fiercely.

"I'll see what I can do."

So that's it. Did you like it? Did I keep it classy?

I'm also working on a fanfiction for The One. I want to make it realistic as possible, so if you have any theories, feel free to PM me about them!

Please review and tell me what you think!