#max throwing back that his fit couldn't even be called a halloween costume and he looked ugly

[biillys]

holy shit! you should've seen the looks on your faces! and you? who screams like that? you sound like a little girl. hey, you guys coming or not? oh! i heard we should hit up loch nora, that's where the rich people live, right?

max mayfield: in every scene — 2.02: trick or treat

[riseandshinelittleblossom]

The Hedge Maze

I have been debating over whether or not to post this, or hell even finish it, for the last couple of weeks, so before I talk myself out of it again...here it is. I apologize.

Warning: LEMONS...its just lemons.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maxwell Beaumont (PB does), he owns me.

Tagging some thirsties: @fullbeaumonty @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 @emichelle @ao719

words: 1731

      Finley surveyed the bar from across the crowded ballroom. One or two nobles that she probably should, but did not recognize. The bartender polished glasses in a dreadful attempt to appear busy. With an audible sigh she made her way over. 

      "And for you, madam?" The bartender's heavy voice as he peered at her with intense green eyes.

     "Surprise me."

     Finley spun on her heels and leaned her elbows on the bar, observing the room. 

      In the far corner she could see a dark haired man in a blue sports coat. He seemed as out of place as he was uncomfortable, like one of those dogs that people put Halloween costumes on and then actually took them trick or treating.

       I feel you, buddy.

   Immediately to her right, but closer to the center of the room stood King Liam, his wife Riley on his arm as they chatted away with an older blonde woman. She held a champagne glass in each hand and she gestured widely as she spoke. Finley could tell that the king and queen were less than enthused about the conversation, however she noted that they still gave the impression of being enthralled by the woman's tale.

        The Lady Hana Lee was to their left, a stiff man in a tweed jacket beside her. Finley recognized Hana since her uncle and Hana's father were business associates. She made a mental note to make sure she said hello, lest her Uncle Brandon kill her slowly. 

     "Here you are, miss." 

     Finley turned to see the barkeep sliding a mojito across the bar towards her.

     "Thank you kindly." Finley tipped her head to the man as she collected the drink, swirling it once before taking a sip.

    She hated these sorts of events, but as her uncle had never taken a wife, she was often forced to accompany him.  

     Finley had been raised to fit into courtly life, but as her father was only the brother of an Earl it was never expected that she would live a courtly life, and that was fine by her. 

     From the corner of her eye she saw a man- about her age- wearing a simple black suit coat with a white shirt. She noticed right away that said shirt was unbuttoned far too low to be acceptable, but she ignored him otherwise and continued her ametur surveillance. 

      Still only viewing the man from her peripheral vision she watched as he smoothed his jacket and ran his hands over his chocolate hair before snapping his wrists and sliding up next to her.

     "Good evening, ma'am." he said.

    Without turning her gaze toward him she simply replied, "No."

    He fumbled over himself searching for what to say next.

    "You didn't even look at me. You could at least look a man in his eye when you reject him."

    A smirk formed across Finley's face as she cocked her head to the side ever so slightly.

    She had to admit she was a little intrigued by his persistence and even with only a sideways glance he was quite handsome. Maybe he could be just a bit of fun for the evening, if he played his cards right.

     Shuffling her stance so that she faced him, she peered into his azure eyes.

   "No thank you, m'lord." 

     She offered him a curtsey.

   "That was better, but I feel like that response just lacked the conviction necessary to convince me that you're not interested."

    Finley quirked an eyebrow at him, taking a long pull from her mojito. 

    "I'll take that look as a second chance," he grinned. "I'm Maxwell Beaumont."

    "I'm still unimpressed."

    The brunette man scoffed. "I am a Guardian of the Realm. Won't that at least get me a dance?" 

    Finley giggled, much to her surprise.

    "Fine. But only because you made me laugh."

     They found a spot near the edge of the dance floor, Maxwell immediately pulling her a little closer than the dance actually called for.

      "So, I've told you my name," he smiled down at her before dropping his lips to the shell of her ear. "What's yours?"

    An involuntary shudder shot through Finley's body as his words filled her ear. Her body felt like putty. 

      How did he do that?

      "I- uh- I'm...my name is..it's Finley. Finley Sawyer." she stammered.

     "What a pleasure, Finley Sawyer."

     Several mojitos and a few dances later, Finley found herself gleefully running through the palace's infamous hedge maze, with Maxwell in hot pursuit. Twisting and turning through the foliage, her strawberry blonde hair flying behind her she had never felt freer, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd smiled so much.

      They came to a clearing lined with old timey lanterns, a large round fountain laced with fairy lights in the center.

      "I...I can't...I can't...Maxwell I can't breathe!" She panted, falling immediately into a shrill burst of laughter as he accosted her, fingers wildly tickling her sides as she squirmed.

     They finally fell together on the edge of the fountain, still giggling and doubling over as they tried to catch their breath.

    "I haven't….whoo..I haven't laughed like that in….maybe ever." Finley told him, absentmindedly resting her hand on his thigh.

     Maxwell took a gulp of air and held it, calming his fit before covering her hand in his.

    "Thank you." She said, their eyes finally meeting. 

    "Finley, I," he began, but he paused to wet his lips. "I'm going to kiss you."

    "I would be disappointed if you didn't."

     His long slender fingers brushed her cheek as he tenderly cupped her face. Finley peeked up at him with darkened eyes, leaning closer and closer until at last his soft lips found hers. A bolt of electricity shot directly to her core as Maxwell deepened the kiss, slowly at first but rapidly becoming frantic. Finley splayed her hands against the surprisingly firm muscles of his chest, smoothing her palms under his jacket and over his shoulders.

   Maxwell shrugged the garment off, quickly returning his hands to either side of her face as Finley's fingers deftly worked at his dress shirt buttons.

     "Fin, I want you to know that...I mean I obviously hoped, but...we don't have to do this." Maxwell told her, breaking the kiss.

     A coy grin spread itself across the redhead's lips. "I already know you're a gentleman, no need to go and prove it."

    She slowly stood up, still facing him and she reached behind her to unzip her simple yet elegant black dress.

    Without any straps, it quickly pooled at her feet, her round perky breasts now fully exposed. 

     Maxwell's eyes roamed over the curves of her, his tongue involuntarily running along his bottom lip as he drank in the sight.

     Silently she stepped out of the fabric, throwing one leg over his lap and settling herself upon him. She chastely pressed her lips to his, slowly making her way up his jaw line until she stopped long enough to nibble at his earlobe.

    "Fuck," 

      It fell from his lips in a whisper, his hips bucking slightly as he shuddered.

    "You're a bit overdressed, Mr. Beaumont." She murmured before slowly tracing the shell of his ear with her tongue.

     Maxwell made short work of his dress shirt before fumbling with his belt. Finley dropped her hands between them to assist with the zipper before reaching past the fabric and gripping his hard length. She gently tugged it free of it's confines with a mischievous grin.

    "Big boy. I'll admit I wasn't expecting that." 

     Maxwell's cheeks burned with a twinge of embarrassment but he recovered quickly, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her as he wiggled his hips into position. 

     Finley took her time easing herself down onto him. She gently gyrated her hips in small circles down his length, hands digging into the tanned skin of his shoulders to keep balanced. 

     "Goddamnit, Finley. You're so fucking tight." He moaned, his head falling back. 

     She ran her tongue up his windpipe, nipping and suckling it. 

     When she had finally sheathed him fully inside of her, he gripped the gloves of her ass in two fistfuls and slowly stood up with her. Finley wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, digging her heels into him. 

     "Do you trust me?" He asked.

     "I suppose I trust you enough."

      Maxwell briefly reached behind him and touched her ankles.

     "Don't let go." He instructed before grabbing her ass once more with white knuckles.

     He slammed his hips into hers, his knees bending slightly as he fucked up into her. 

     "Max... Maxwell, oooooh." She groaned.

     He quickened his pace, rocking gently on the balls of his feet, Finley bouncing wildly into him as she clung to his neck for dear life. 

   She could feel her thighs tighten around his trunk as the familiar warmth gathered in her core. She palmed his cheek, crashing her lips against his and swallowing whole the moans that escaped him. Her other hand slid between their bodies, expertly finding her clit to help herself along. 

      Maxwell's legs began to sputter, the sight of her strumming herself more than he could take and he slowed momentarily as he found his release. 

     Not to be deterred, he buried his face into the crook of her neck, still slamming her hips into his until a moment later Finley joined him, the rush of her arousal coating his cock and abdomen.

      Carefully he stepped back until his calves felt the smooth stone of the fountain and he sat back down. 

     She kissed his forehead, breathing still heavy as she stood from his lap to collect her dress.

   Maxwell licked his lips, enjoying the sight of her dressing in the lantern light. 

    "And to think, a couple of hours ago you wouldn't even let me ask you for a dance."

    He smirked at her, tucking himself away and zipping his pants.

    "Everybody makes mistakes." She answered matter-of-factly. "Will you zip me?"

    Maxwell stood up and grasped her zipper, working it easily up her back. He traced the backs of his fingers up her spine before softly kissing her shoulder.

    "So what do you think, Finley? Can I call you sometime?" 

     She flung her hair over her shoulder, smacking Maxwell in the face with it as she spun to face him.

     "No."

     Finley gathered up her skirt and made her way into the maze.