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Maxwell went back to sleep easily once she was under the covers. He didn't mind her cuddling up to him, it didn't bother him in the least, knowing she wouldn't try and harm him while he slept. He fell back asleep quickly, sleeping on his back all night. He always slept on his back.

In the morning he woke slowly, feeling like something was touching him. He blinked and looked around, remembering that Fiona had come to bed with him. He shifted slightly and then his eyebrows raised up quickly. Was that her hand there? It couldn't be. He closed his eyes and calmed himself, hoping he wouldn't wake her an she would move before she woke up.

Maxwell breathed a sigh of relief when she moved to rub her face. He relaxed and looked back to her. "I'm fine." he said simply, not wanting to let her know where her hand had been. That had been close. He hadn't wanted to embarrass her, and he was glad she had moved her hand on her own.

Maxwell smiled at her and shook his head. "Don't worry about it.. I didn't mind." he said with a smile. "You're a good bedmate." he said with a wink. "You can come here any time you need to." he said softly. He rubbed her shoulder and then stretched, yawning softly.

Maxwell smiled at her and nodded. "Yeah I feel like I could stay in bed too." he said softly. He stretched and then sat up. "I'll be right back." he promised, heading into the bathroom to take care of his morning needs. Once he was finished he washed his hands and walked back to bed, sliding back in easily.

He reached over and rubbed her back lightly. "You're quite the cuddler." he said with a smirk, wanting to let her know he didn't mind. He had actually enjoyed her cuddling last night. It had been nice, and to his surprise he liked it. Normally he wasn't a man for snuggling during the night. Most women he had relationships with left once they were finished with their time together, going home to sleep in their own bed. A rule he normally had.

Maxwell laughed at her teasing and pulled her close, kissing her gently. "Yeah well I'm glad you aren't like that." he said simply. He wouldn't like it at all. He had dated women in the past like that, and it had just been so much work to keep them happy. It had been very exhausting.

He rubbed her side and stretched lightly. "So what do you want to do today? Go to the beach?" he asked. "It's supposed to be pretty sunny." he said softly. He smiled at her, wondering if she would want to do that today.

Maxwell pulled her close when she pressed her lips against his. He found he already loved the feeling of her soft lips against his own. She even had her own taste, and it was like a drug to him, once he started tasting, he couldn't get enough of it. He slipped his hand behind her head, letting his fingers tangle in her soft, silky hair. He pulled it gently to tip her head back, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He wasn't going to be pleased with just a little kiss right now. He wanted another one that made his heart pound and his mind stop.

His other hand moved to her hip, pulling her closer to him that way as well. Something about the contact of their bodies sent him into overdrive. He could feel the heat of her skin against his own and it felt amazing. He couldn't understand it, never having felt this way before. Why was she so different than all of the other women he had been with?

Maxwell kissed her, loving the fact that she was getting so into this. Her rubbing against him was making him crazy. At the sound of the maid he looked at Fiona and smiled, loving her little teasing kisses. He gave her a little growl before calling out to the maid. "She's fine.. she's in here with me." he called out, giving Fiona another playful tug from her hair. "Had a nightmare and came in here last night.. thank you." he said, knowing the maid would know to leave now.

Maxwell smiled, flipping her onto her back. "Teasing me while I try and answer the maid isn't very nice." he said, moving to kiss her once more. He pressed his body against hers, knowing she would feel how he was reacting. He only hoped that she would realize he could still control himself, even if certain aspects of his physical frame didn't listen to him.

Maxwell moved his pelvis at her gasp, rubbing it gently against hers in a very erotic fashion. He wouldn't go farther than this however, knowing she might not be ready for something more. Unless of course she wanted him to. He kissed her, kissing down her neck. "I think you know exactly what teasing I'm talking about." he said.

He kissed her and then rubbed her hip lightly with his free hand, his other arm bracing him up on his forearm. He didn't want to crush her with his weight. He moved his kisses back to her lips, wanting to never end. How could she affect him so easily?