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Bedroom Hymns	By : Lady_Gideon Category: M through R > The Nanny Views: 2101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Nanny or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

Chapter List
- 1-When the Night Falls Quiet
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Authors notes:
After recently rewatching The Nanny, I couldn't really believe that Fran and Max realy waited until their honeymoon to finally be together, especially when Max had booked a hotel room after the Michael Bolton concert. I couldn't get this out of my head. So here we are.

Be kind, it's my first fanfic in 12 years!

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It had been a rather long flight home from Kooristan, where Fran and Max had spent the whole time holding hands, kissing gently occasionally but being aware of Gracie pretending not to notice. They didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, and whilst she was thrilled that her dad and Fran were finally together, she didn’t need to see them making out. At one point she resorted to making gagging noises to get her point across.

They arrived home and Gracie ducked into the house while Fran and Max took a moment of intimacy on the front porch. Fran had hated being anywhere near the steps of the mansion since he had shattered her heart after Paris, but as he murmured confessions of his love and kissed her, she began to cast those frightful memories away and enjoy the new moments they were creating.

They finally stepped into the house together to announce their news. Max had finally told Fran that he loved her - something the whole household was already painfully aware of- but this time he had meant it, and hadn’t taken it back. The kids squealed with joy and Niles looked thrilled as he offered his congratulations.

They spent the rest of the evening as a family, Fran and Gracie regaling them with tales of their trip. Eventually the kids went up to their rooms and Niles made himself surprisingly scarce, so the two of them could cuddle on the sofa for a bit, chatting softly to each other about the finer details of the trip.

‘What made you fly out to Kooristan?’ She asked

‘I couldn’t stand where we had left things when you left. I was in a frightful mood. I missed you, I hated myself for sending you away, for being unreasonable when you had only wanted to spend time with me, and I think Niles had had enough. He bought the ticket for me and I didn’t think twice.’

Fran made a mental note to thank the butler later. He was a true friend.

She suppressed a yawn, and Max realised how late it was getting and stood up. ‘Bed time I think’

Always the gentleman,he escorted her up the stairs to her bedroom door and drew her close into him. ‘I love you Fran’
The words came so easily now, and he was determined to say them as frequently as possible to reassure her.

She looked up at him and smiled, happiness radiating out of her eyes. ‘And I love you’ she murmured, before leaning in to kiss him sweetly on the lips.

She moved to turn away but he instinctively grabbed her and pulled her against his body, deepening the kiss. He could feel the sparks of electric attraction between them begin to build, as they always did when they kissed, and very reluctantly pulled away. As much as he would love to kiss her like that forever, he found himself edging dangerously close to a point of no return. The hallway, with a house full of people, wasn’t the best place to lose control. Besides, she was probably exhausted from the trip home.

An unreadable look fleetingly crossed her face. She was trying to hide her disappointment but knew that he couldn’t be pushed. After all he had already made such a huge leap forward in their relationship by flying across the world to confess his love, and she didn’t want to ruin it by causing drama.

‘Good night Max’. She kissed him on the cheek before opening and disappearing behind her bedroom door. She leant against it, eyes closed, panting slightly as she tried to gain her composure. On the other side Max stood momentarily, completely torn, before heading to his own bedroom. He felt a stab of regret that he was going there alone.

For what seemed like hours, Fran lay in bed, her mind racing over the events of the last few days. She should be feeling overjoyed as she had finally heard the words she had been waiting for since Paris, but her happiness was tainted by her longing to be with him. His gesture of tearing down his emotional walls to admit his feelings had cemented his place in her heart. She felt so overwhelmingly in love with him so it felt so wrong to be lying there alone and not wrapped in his arms.

Butterflies of nervousness fluttered around her stomach as she weighed up her options. Finally she let out a heavy sigh and punched her pillow. ‘Oy vey, when did I become such a schmuck?’

She slowly rose from her bed and stood at the door, opening it a crack to peek outside. All was quiet as even Niles had retired for the evening, the faint glow coming from under his door told her that he was still up reading, or more likely, had fallen asleep reading with the book now lying on his chest.

She silently stepped out into the hallway, gently closing the door behind her with a click. She felt ridiculous, sneaking around like a teenager, but she knew if the butler heard any suspicious sound he’d be out in a flash to investigate. The man had super sonic hearing and a need to know every little thing in the house. She smiled fondly at the thought of her friend, knowing how overjoyed he would be torturing C.C. with the developments of their relationship.

She tiptoed lightly down the hallway, masterfully avoiding parts of the floor that creaked. Finally she arrived at Max’s door, and stood there frozen for a moment, heart beating loudly in her chest, unsure whether to knock or not. Eventually she willed herself to twist the door knob, and slipped in to the other side.

Max was lying in bed, propped up with pillows, watching the late show on his television. He was trying to distract himself from his thoughts and go to sleep. When he heard his door click open and saw the curly haired vision appear in his doorway he thought he might be dreaming.

He watched her quietly as she closed the door and turned the lock, his heart beating in his throat as she glided around to the other side of his bed.

She was truely stunning. No makeup, tousled hair flowing down past her collarbone, wearing nothing but a white oversized t-shirt and black lacy underwear. Closer inspection told him that it was actually one of his shirts - the little thief must have stolen it from the laundry. He briefly wondered how long she had had it for, something he would tease her mercilessly for later, but for now he was too mesmerised in her beauty and desire.

He flipped the covers back and invited her to join him. She smiled innocently at him and slid in between the silk sheets, her leg deliberately brushing against his.

‘I hope this is ok, I just didn’t want to slee-‘ she was cut off by his lips pressing against hers and she gave up on her thoughts. He broke away slightly to whisper ‘more than ok’ before returning to kiss her slowly and sensually.

Her intentions had been pure to start with. She genuinely had only wanted to come and snuggle down next to him, to have his arms wrap around her and finally get some sleep. She hadn’t dared to entertain thoughts of more than that, assuming that he would want to continue to take things slowly. She had, admittedly chosen this specific outfit for bed, ‘just in case’, but never really thought anything would come from it.

He seemed to have other ideas. He half rolled, half pulled her on top of him and she planted her knees on either side of his waist. The kiss they were sharing was making her melt, making it hard for her to think clearly through the fog of arousal. He made no sign of slowing down or stopping as he usually would have by now, so she instinctively decided to just go with it. She deftly undid the buttons of his maroon pyjama top, and he sat up to help shrug it off. Top removed, she pushed him back down with a seductive smile and raked her fingers down his bare chest before returning to kiss him ravenously.

He was a goner. Any self control had flown out the window the moment she had slipped into his bed and he knew it. But even the reserved, sensible part of his brain that had kept them apart for so long had been silenced with that kiss. She may have learnt how to push his buttons these last 5 years, with her short skirts and flirty comments, but she truely had no idea just how bloody crazy she drove him.

Her scent alone was more alluring than a sirens call. All of his forbidden late night fantasies were nothing without it, and now that he was breathing it in, with her sitting on top and kissing him like that, with absolute need and desire, his only thought was to please her.

She hummed in delight as his hands started roaming the curves of her body. He stroked her lower back, then down and up her thighs and finally around her tight little tuchus, giving it a squeeze. He teased at the hem of the T-shirt for a while, slowly bunching the fabric up as he wandered higher around her back, stoking her soft skin. Finally he grabbed the shirt with two hands, and with a quick glance of permission pulled it up and over her head and threw it on the floor.

He stalled a moment to take her in, the wind knocked out of him, and she felt him harden beneath her. ‘Like what you see?’ She asked cheekily.

She yelped in surprise as he flipped them both over in one fluid motion so that he was on top.

‘You are so beautiful Fran’ he murmured before returning his lips to hers. His hand started roaming again, first grazing, then massaging her hardened breasts before raking down her stomach and diving under the lace of her underpants to brush against her clit.

This caused her to gasp with surprise, and he broke their kiss, instead turning his attention to her jaw, her neck, her sternum, teasing around her breasts before finally sucking on her nipples. She groaned, showing her enthusiasm by running her hands through his thick black hair and down his back. He lingered there for a moment as she arched her back, doing her bidding, and then continued his trail of kisses southward down her stomach. He felt her tighten in anticipation so he jumped down to lightly bite her inner thigh. She trembled slightly, and he could tell it was taking every ounce of will power to not make a sound as he teased and kissed the soft, sensitive areas of her body as he slowly made his way to where she really wanted him to go. He smirked at her self control, knowing it was about to disappear completely, and gently slid her underpants down her legs.

His eyes flicked up, meeting hers and he lowered his mouth on to her. She whimpered and writhed beneath him, tension building in her whole body. She was in total awe that the uptight, rigid, Englishman could be so.. giving.

He was ignoring his own arousal, determined to satisfy her, encouraged by her hands grabbing at the bedsheets and his hair. He could feel her body radiating with heat. She was close. So close. So he was momentarily baffled and annoyed when she sat up and whispered ‘Max.. stop’. He was about to question her sanity when he caught the look in her eyes, and understood instantly. She wanted him.

He discarded his pyjama pants and crawled back up her like he was stalking pray. They feverishly kissed as she wrapped her legs around his waist and finally - FINALLY- he pushed himself into her.

‘Oh god Fran’ he sighed. Being inside her warmth felt better than he had dared to imagine. He found rhythm as she clawed at his back, then his tuchus, her breathing becoming laboured as she encouraged him to thrust deep inside. He held on for dear life, refusing to disappoint her, but when he felt her body begin to clench around him, the sensation was too overwhelming and he nearly lost command over his willpower, animalistic instinct taking over. His own orgasm was building, the sounds of her nearing ecstasy spurring him on, and finally she shuddered violently beneath him, biting into his shoulder to stop herself from screaming. He thrust a few more times and released, collapsing on top of her, utterly spent.

‘You are a bloody menace’ he muttered affectionately to her after they had both caught their breath. He kissed her shoulder as he moved to snuggle in beside her and wrapped an arm around her. She reached over to kiss him, still unable to coherently find the words she wanted to say. He chuckled at her silence,pleased with himself. ‘Well well. Now I know how to render you speechless’.

She was too satisfied to care. She was submerged in a sea of happiness. She finally had the one thing she’d wanted for 5 years - him. Not just the (albeit incredible) sex, but his love and his acceptance that this was meant to be.

‘You have no idea how much I love you’ she murmured.

A shadow of regret passed across his face. ‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting for so long’.

They slept the rest of the night away in each other’s arms, naked bodies like two magnets refusing to be pushed away from each other.

Early the next morning Max awoke to Fran rummaging around the room.
‘Fran darling, what are you doing?’ He asked blearily

‘Looking for my fakakta t-shirt’ she replied grumpily.

‘Come back to bed, I guarantee you won’t need it’

She smirked at him as she slipped the loose shirt over her tiny frame. She crawled on top of him and kissed him hard, arousing him again.

‘Nice try mister, but last night was your thank you for flying all the way to Kooristan to tell me you loved me. You know the rules of the house - no extramarital affairs to be conducted in our rooms.

A look of horror dawned on his face has he realised what she was saying. She kissed him on the forehead and scooted off him, heading for the door. ‘Asides, the kids will be up any minute, and I would hate to set a bad example’.

She turned to wink at him and then disappeared out into the hallway. Unsurprisingly she collided into Niles who looked positively gleeful. She smirked at him and scampered off before he could say anything. She was too busy praying for that proposal, because her willpower was already wavering. How would she ever make it until the wedding night now that she’d experienced that.

Max’s door swung open and the Butler stood in the threshold, grinning like a maniac. Max rolled his eyes and groaned, grabbing a pillow to throw at him. Niles chuckled. ‘About time Sir’.

‘Niles, this bloody woman is going to be the death of me’

‘Oh come now Sir, it’s a beautiful day, the sun is out, and you have the whole morning free to check out the diamond district.’

Max sighed and pulled himself out of bed. He’d best book an appointment with Cartier, because he knew he wouldn’t survive if he had to wait long for that divine pleasure again. It was like a dam had broken inside him - five years of refusing himself, and refusing her had taken its toll - and now that he knew what he has been missing he was determined to make up for lost time. Again. And again and again.
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