Mellifluous
(adj.) A sound that is sweet and smooth; pleasing to the ear.
On a typical day, Georg preferred to be an early riser. Ever since his marriage to a certain young fräulein, he found himself in bed until just before noon. Not necessarily sleeping in late, more enjoying her company and intimately embracing his beautiful bride. Georg cherished these moments, for he knew as soon as their honeymoon was over it would be hard to spend as much time with Maria, especially when he had seven other people who wanted and needed her full attention. It was in these moments where they would talk about their childhoods, their dreams and passions, a time to get to know each other a little more. But there were also occasions where they would lay in comfortable silence. These were Georg's favourite, the mornings where he could just hold her in his arms, run his hands through her soft, short hair or to just gently caress her and give her tender kisses.
On this particular morning, Georg woke up alone in the bed; Maria was no where to be seen. He didn't have to wonder for too long, for he promptly heard her humming through the cracks of the bathroom door as she ran a bath. Georg hadn't heard her sing often, and had never heard a soprano voice so sweet and pure. Sometimes it baffled him, in the most loving way possible, how a young woman as flighty and tomboyish as his wife could produce such a clear and beautiful sound at such a tender age. She never failed to surprise him. It didn't take him long to recognise what she was singing, it was the song she had taught the children to sing upon the arrival of himself and Elsa a few months ago and he hadn't heard it since.
Deciding it was best to get ready, he reluctantly got out of bed, in search of his robe. When he finally found it, tossed in a pile of some of her garments also, he tied it around his waist and made his way towards the bathroom door giving it a gentle knock, cautious not to startle her.
"Mm?"
Georg slowly opened the door and made his way in.
"Good morning, my darling." She called, eyes closed enjoying the tranquility and solitude of her bubble bath. "Did you sleep well?" She giggled as she opened one of her eyes to look at him
"Good morning, sweetheart. As a matter of fact I did. Although I did miss you laying next to me as I woke up." He added, playfully.
"Well it was getting late, and it was getting quite humid in our room so I decided to indulge in a bubble bath." She tried to explain, not quite sensing the playful tone in his voice.
"Maria, don't worry. You are allowed to have time to yourself, always remember that."
Maria sat up and rested her arms and chin on the side of the bath so she could properly look at him. His hair was dishevelled and he still had sleep in his eyes, a complete contrast to the way he presented himself to others. He somehow managed to look more handsome half asleep.
"And besides, I was treated to such a lovely sound, far more lovely that what we have been playing on that old record player in the bedroom."
"Oh?"
Georg always wondered if her could ever compliment Maria without causing her to blush so violently, but he found it so endearing and hoped it would never happen. As a result, he made his way over and knelt at the side of the bath to kiss her nose.
"May I?" He asked as he gestured for him to join her in the bath, to which she nodded her consent with a smile.
Reaching for the sponge he began to wash her back, eliciting a sweet, grateful sigh from his bride.
"Would you like me to continue? I only stopped because you came in."
"Sing to your heart's content, my darling fräulein. You must know, I never tire of hearing your sweet, serenading voice. I never hear it often."
And so she began to sing the last remaining verse to The Sound of Music, before she became distracted by the feel of his hands on her bare back.
Georg's washing of her back turned into a massage and then lovingly caressing and kissing her neck, shoulders and lower back, eliciting all sorts of appreciative sighs from his wife.
"Maria, darling, I feel if this is going to continue, we are going to have to move into the next room."
"Okay." She breathed and slowly rose from the bath with him.
He continued by drying her off, helping her put her robe on and escorted her back to the bed.
A few moments later they both reached their rapture and it gave Georg a sense of masculine pride knowing that he was and may be the only soul to ever elicit such a sound from his beautiful Maria. A sweet, pure cry of ecstasy that was equally as pleasing to his ears as her singing.