A/N: for some reason I never got this A/N in when I first posted ch 1... think I edited the docX instead... ! Doh... but here it is for you to read...

As said in my summary this is a sequel to Buttons... if you read "Buttons" before this one, you'll better understand the "importance" of those Buttons (and yes they will appear one or two times in this story as well ;).

There will be 3 or 4 chapters in this story... and I can't promise when ch 2 will be up... real life is busy the next 2 weeks... and ch 2 is a bit tricky for me to write as it includes 7 rambunctious children and one devious Max that can make the whole scene rather difficult to write, as I'm a bit of a noob when it comes to writing scenes with more than 2 people in them, and I want it to contain some form of funny aspects as well... so chapter 2 will be a waiting game... Soooo sorry about that...

So for the long wait please enjoy this first chapter that is fluffy and sweet (and FYI there will be buttons :P *S* )

Hope to see reviews and hear your EVERY opinion on this fic... (I live for reviews ;)

Thanks to Bellarsam Chrisjulittle for beta reading for me yet again...

Now please enjoy...

Chapter 1:

Maria woke up with the most sensational feeling running through her entire body. She was resting her head on her husband's chest, just where his heart was beating in a slow and steady rhythm. Her hand rested next to her chin, and she felt her husband's arm wrapped protectively around her waist. This fact was probably why she, at that very moment, felt more content and rested than she had ever done in her entire life. Yesterday had been the most glorious day of her life: she had married Baron Georg von Trapp and could now call herself Baroness Maria von Trapp. This new title and name was still something that she had not yet gotten used to call herself. But she relished in the fact that she now woke up in her loving husband's arms, feeling loved and cherished beyond words.

From the steady heartbeat and breathing of her husband, she gathered that he was still asleep. She smiled to herself, as she knew Georg to be an early riser, so she couldn't help but wonder why he was still sleeping. She glanced up to look out of the windows, but they were covered with heavy drapes that didn't allow much light to enter the room. One small sliver of bright sunlight was all that penetrated the otherwise dark room, letting Maria know that is was late morning.

Feeling the need to stretch her legs, she moved her body slightly, trying not to wake her husband. This movement caused her to take a sharp intake of breath as she felt a somewhat stinging pain in her private parts. She closed her eyes and smiled inwardly, knowing fully well as to why this pain was present this morning. The previous night had certainly been a night she would never forget, and had she known the lovemaking part of marriage would be that pleasurable, she would have looked forward to it with a bit more eagerness than she had. Her mind filled with memories of their first joining and how she had felt when they both crashed down from the waves of pleasure. Still, she could not fathom that it would feel so amazing for the rest of her life. So, aside from the pain that she knew would subside, she felt contentment and eagerness to go on this new journey with her husband.

Said husband began to stir from his sleep, he too feeling content and relaxed as he felt the warmth of his wife laying nestled at his side, her head resting on his chest. When he opened up his eyes he was greeted with the sight of his wife's strawberry-blonde hair; her head was bent slightly downward so he could not see her face. But he felt her delicate fingers tracing a lazy pattern on his chest. This tiny movement caused his body to respond on its own: heat washed down into his private parts and memories of the previous night came back to him. Memories of her fingers moving in such a delicate way over his body that he would lose all sense of the world around him, and only feel her warm body pressed into his.

When her fingers began to move around on his chest and circled one of his nipples, he couldn't help taking a sharp intake of breath. This sound made her aware of him being awake. Slowly she raised her head up and rested her chin on her hand. The smile that she greeted her husband with told him, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that she was happy, and very,very pleased with herself.

"Hmm…good morning, darling. Why do you look like a cat who's just caught the biggest mouse in the house… What ever would make my beautiful bride so happy?" His voice was a low timber, and his hand reached up to smooth away a stray lock of her golden hair.

Hearing her husband speak like that made her blush slightly, and she quickly looked down at her hand. She felt the heat rising in her ears, but she reached down into her heart and grabbed her newfound confidence and looked at him again. His eyes had that wicked teasing twinkle in them, a dead giveaway that he was very amused with something she had either said or done. Of course he knew perfectly well as to why she looked so happy: for all of the same reasons he felt bubbles of joy in his own body. He just wanted her to tell him in her own words what she was thinking of, helping her to get used to telling him things like this.

"Well, I…um…I'm just…I…you…" Her voice failed her and, in a desperate need to find something to say, her eyes searched the room. The bright stream of sunlight caught her attention: "Well, I'm just happy that the sun is shining, that's all… I… you know, it would be a shame for it to rain on the day we go on our honeymoon." She dared looking him straight in the eyes while saying this, but her façade slowly crumpled when she saw him chuckling and shaking his head.

"Oho…so you're only happy because the sun is shining… well, my darling, I have a hard time believing that you spent the last five minutes thinkingonly about the sun." He winked at her, and let his hand caress the lower part of her back.

This tiny gesture made her very much aware of her own body again, and how it seemed to react very strongly to this supposedly innocent touch. She felt heat build up in the pit of her stomach. Trying to regain some sort of composure, she answered him: "Yes, yes,that was the only thing I was thinking about, nothing else." She tried to underline her statement by tapping his chest with her finger while she spoke the last two words.

"Well, my darling, I have a very hard time believing this, seeing as the first thing I noticed when you looked at me was that almost permanent blush you keep on your pretty face. A blush that would never come from merely thinking about sunshine on our honeymoon." He chuckled quietly, and then his eyes lit up in a somewhat boyish manner, as if he's just got a brilliant idea. "Aha! Unless your train of thought was of a, let's just say, a more grownup nature?"

Maria hid her face on her hand, and shook her head while trying to suppress a giggle that threatened to escape her lips. Then, putting on a cool façade, she looked him square in the eyes and shook her head with an over erratic eagerness. "Why would I not think of the sun? Whatever else is there to think about?" She felt her telltale blush creep up her neck, and when he just shook his head in disbelief, her façade crumpled and she broke down in laughter.

"My beautiful, wonderful, amazing wife, whatever am I going to do with you?" He moved his head down towards her mouth, and she moved up in expectations of a kiss. But the second she moved she felt herself being tickled merciless just under her arm, right on the ticklish spot he had found the previous night. While still tickling her, he moved around in a swift motion so he was now hovering over her still giggling form.

While her laughter was still present, he bent his head down and whispered into her ear: "You do know that you're a terrible liar, don't you?" He kissed his way from her ear down her jaw line.

"Oh… I… I know…" Maria tried to speak through her giggles, as he was still moving his hand way too close to her ticklish spot. "I… I just didn't know what to say… you know I don't have much experience in all of this… talking about… about you know… about what we did last night." For every word she spoke, she felt more and more heat rise to her face. She closed her eyes briefly and then dared to look straight into his eyes. What she saw made her breath hitch, and the fire in her stomach flared up once more.

"No need to be embarrassed to talk about what we did last night." He emphasized his word by giving her a short but smouldering kiss that took any last breath away from her. Then he continued, as if nothing had happened between them mere seconds earlier. "No need to beat around the bush with what we shared: it was natural, it was beautiful, it was ravishing, it was exquisite, and we shared it with each other, just the way it was supposed to happen." With each word describing their evening, he gave her a small peck on her lips, emphasizing his words.

"Oh Georg, I know. I'm just, well, you know…new at all this…please forgive me." Her voice was low and pleading. But she had not needed to plead with him; he understood perfectly why she acted this way.

"There is nothing to forgive; I understand how all of this must be to you. My God, only months ago you had a life plan that wrote you to be a nun. This, what we share now, is so far away from that plan as anything will ever be. As I have already said, we'll only move as fast as you're comfortable with. Just remember that, all right?"

Maria nodded her head and wanted to show him that she was fine, so she reached her hands up to his face pulling him down for a kiss. He had no objections to this whatsoever, and soon the kiss evolved into a deep, passionate kiss that made all logical thinking impossible. And so their bodies took over and moved by instinct. Her hands roamed around in his hair, and neck, down to his shoulders, holding on for dear life. He let his hands travel all over her upper body, sending fire trails along her already hot skin.

Maria was so lost in all that was happening between them while they kissed, that she barely noticed that one of his hands had moved a bit further down below her abdomen. But when his warm and searching fingers found their destination in the warmth between her legs, she suddenly was very much aware of just how sore that very spot really was. Before she could even think to suppress the slight pain, her body jerked by it's own, and a small hissing sound escaped her lips. This combined together made Georg stop his every move and looked down at her with concern in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Maria, I'm hurting you, what's wrong?" His voice was filled with worry and questions. He moved his body so he lay on his side, and placed his hand on her stomach.

"I…uhm…well, the thing is…I…oh, Georg, I'm sorry but it seems as if last night's…eh…activities…uhm…made me slightly sore…you know, down there." Her face was beat red and she tried to avoid looking into his eyes. And when she did dare to look at his face, all she saw was a gentle smile and a tiny twinkle in his eyes.

"You shouldn't be sorry for this, darling. I should be sorry. After all, we did make love twice last night, and with it being your first time, it's only natural that you would be somewhat sore. I should have thought about that, but I suppose we both got caught up in everything and didn't think about how you would feel in the morning." His voice was filled with genuine concern, and she thought she might also hear a tiny bit of regret of them doing it twice, but in her mind she would never regret doing what they did last night.

"It's alright, and just so you know, I would never want to trade off anything we did last night just so I would feel no pain this morning." Her statement was underlined with her raising her head kissing him deeply, letting him know that she had no regrets whatsoever.

Georg sighed in relief and deepened the kiss. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew that he had to stop soon or he might not be able to control himself. She was doing wonderful things to his state of mind, her hands caressing his neck and shoulders, boldly moving down to his chest. When he felt her fingers graze over his nipple, he had to will his whole body not to respond to the tiny gesture she was making. He knew that she would feel even more pain if they where to go any further this morning. It had to wait until later in the night on the train towards Paris.

"Ah, my dear wife, you have no idea what you're doing to me, do you? Every single move or sound you make drives me to the brink of madness. Darling, if you continue doing this," he placed his hand over her still searching fingers on his chest, "I will not be able to stop us from going any further." His eyes twinkled in both mirth and passion; he was pleased beyond words that his wife seemed to have adapted well in her role as a lover.

"Oh… I'm sorry…I…" She didn't get to finish her sentence as Georg placed a finger over her lips.

"Don't be sorry, not for wanting to love me… never be sorry about wanting to show me your love. I love you." Georg ran his hand through her hair and bend his head down and stole yet another kiss.

Trying to regain some composure, he pulled back and laid himself down next to her, his hand resting warmly on her abdomen. He kept smiling at her while their heads lay side by side, her face like an open book to him at that moment. He saw her newfound passion burning in her eyes, yet the almost permanent blush was still very much present.

Maria was at a loss for words, something that rarely happened with her, and she had an idea as to why her words seemed to fail her this morning. The fact lay resting right next to her: her husband, now finally her husband, in every sense of the word. What they had shared last night was beyond her wildest dreams, and she really did have a vivid imagination, but this was unlike anything else she had ever experienced. And, secretly, she was very much looking forward to their next private moment.

They lay there a few more moments until Georg glanced at the clock, and when he realized what time it was, he spoke: "Hmm, darling, I do believe that we have seven children and one Max Detweiler waiting for us in under half an hour." He touched his lips gently to her temple, feeling her warm and inviting skin under his lips. Oh, how he wished for them to just be alone, but plans had been made and he knew that Maria would hate to miss saying goodbye to the children.

"Oh dear, is it already 10 o'clock? I thought we had plenty of time!" Maria sounded puzzled, but then it dawned on her why they were late and she blushed slightly.

"We'll have to continue this tonight on the train, where no one will disturb us." Georg kissed her long and deep, emphasizing his words and what exactly they would be doing tonight. Maria kissed him back, telling him wordlessly just how much she was looking forward to it. Georg read her like an open book and smiled against her lips, thrilled that she looked forward to it as much as he did.

When he pulled back, he noticed that she panted a little and her eyes shone with unfulfilled passion, a passion that was only meant for him to see and enjoy. He gave her his lopsided half smile and winked at her, as if to say, "You'll have to wait until tonight." Maria gave him a shy smile. She knew what he was thinking about; she was thinking the very same thing.

Then Georg moved out of the bed in one swift motion, and proclaimed: "I'll take a shower first, if it's all right with you?" Maria could only nod, because her mind tried to wrap itself around the fact that her husband was now standing in the full nude right in front of her. It puzzled Georg at first why she didn't speak, but then he noticed her huge eyes staring at him. Then he realized that she had been a bit taken back by him standing there in the nude. In spite of what they had shared last night, she was obviously still rather shy of seeing him with no clothes on. He gave her a small wink and then he moved to the bathroom, still wearing nothing but his Adam's costume.

It took Maria several minutes to regain some sort of composure again after seeing her nude husband walk so carelessly into the bathroom. Her mind swirled back to last night and what they had shared; she couldn't seem to get enough of being with him.

Suddenly, it dawned on Maria that Georg would soon walk out of their bathroom, and it would be her turn to take a bath. Frantically, she searched the room for her nightgown and just as she lay eyes on it, several meters away from the bed, she heard Georg getting out of his shower. Without giving it much thought, she made a beeline for her nightgown. She had barely reached said piece of clothing before the bathroom door was opened.

The sight that greeted Georg was somewhat amusing, given the fact that his wife was now frantically trying to get her nightgown over her head, without showing off too much of her skin. Before she could succeed in her attempt he stilled her hands that still held on tight to the flimsy piece of clothing.

"Now this is a sight I wouldn't mind seeing every morning, when I get out of my shower: my beautiful and amazing wife with no clothes on." He grinned down at her, and she gave up on her struggle over the nightgown, now she just clutched it tightly against her chest. His words reverberating inside her head, and when they gave meaning to her she blushed profoundly, bending her head trying to hide her telltale blush.

"Don't look down, darling. You're beautiful, and you might as well start believing this, as I'll tell you every day, for the rest of our lives, that you're the most beautiful woman in the world. I love you. Don't look down." He tilted her head up with one finger, letting his eyes convince her that she did not have anything to be embarrassed about.

When Maria started to take in her husband's attire, she gulped down a bit of air that had somehow dislocated itself in her throat. He wore a towel around his waist and nothing more, with one smaller towel lying carelessly over his shoulders, and she gathered that he must have used it to dry his hair. Looking up at his hair, she noticed that he had not done all that well on that part, for tiny droplets of water were dripping down his face. His face that now smiled down at her with that devious smile of his, a smile that made her feel slightly faint at the moment. Trying to find some sort of stability in the whole situation she took one end of the towel around his neck and gently wiped the offending water off his face.

Georg grabbed her hand and started to kiss each finger, then moved slowly down her hand, gently touching her wrist with his soft lips. Maria felt her pulse quicken and in wonder she felt her body respond on it's own. Heat gathered in the pit of her stomach, and she felt her entire nerve system stand on high alert. She let her free hand travel boldly over his bare chest, making an effort into making her touch as feather light as possible. The effect was instantly as she felt her husband take a sharp intake of breath. Then he dropped her hand and embraced her with so much force that it took her breath away. The kiss progressed quickly and in seconds Maria had lost all desire to hold on to her nightgown, as it now floated down to the floor once more.

Maria lost all sense of the world around her, other than her husband kissing her with a passion that fuelled her own desire to show him how much she loved him. They stood there in the middle of their bedroom kissing, and neither thought about getting ready for brunch – only the fact that they both had a need to be close to the other.

The kiss lasted several minutes, and only when they were both breathless did their lips separate, but they stayed close together embracing each other. They were reluctant to let the other go.

As Maria's heartbeat slowed down again, she did a mental check of where they were and in what position they were in. Mentally, she checked that the drapes were closed and the door was locked, wasn't it? Suddenly she didn't feel so sure; she had no memory of them locking the door. That last thought proved to be crucial within the next few seconds.

Without any warning at all, they where both startled by the door being banged on, and someone trying to open the door. When it did turn out to be locked, both Maria and Georg breathed out a sight of relief.

"Father…? M…" The loud voice of Gretl was heard through the door, but before she could finish her request, a loud hushing sound was heard.

"Shhh…be quiet, Gretl, Father and Maria will be down shortly, don't bother them…" It was the voice of Liesl, and Georg suppressed a laugh, as he could easily see his oldest trying to get her youngest sister to move away from the door.

Then Gretl could be heard again: "But why have they locked the door?...Father never locks his door…Why?"

"Oh, I don't know…they probably just wanted to be alone…I suppose…" Liesl tried to explain impatiently. Just then, both Maria and Georg heard the voices of the other children coming towards the door.

"What's up? Why are we not moving down into the dining hall for brunch? I'm hungry." This was Kurt, of course; the always hungry child would definitely be thinking about food. Georg chuckled along with Maria when they heard this, but some of the next comments silenced them yet again.

"Father and Maria have locked the door, why is that?" the ever persistent youngest von Trapp child asked her brothers and sisters yet again.

"Oh, dear sister, they are probably doing grown up things…like…well, you know…like making a baby or something like that…Come on now, we're all hungry, they'll come down when they are ready." Now it was Friedrich's turn to give yet another thing for his younger sister to think about.

"How do they make a baby?...Oh, a baby would be lovely, wouldn't it…Don't you think so, Liesl?" Gretl's small and ecstatic voice drifted through the door while the noises of seven children moving down the hallway drowned out whatever reply she had gotten from her siblings.

Maria was still standing, stunned, in her husband's arms. She felt him shake with suppressed laughter and, when he was sure that the children could not hear them, he broke down in laughter. It didn't take long for Maria to join him; she saw the tiny bit of humour in the whole situation, but still thanked God that the door had been locked. In her inner mind, she saw the images of them standing in the hot kiss they just shared moments before, and then seven children stumbling in on them in this rather compromising situation. Now that would have brought up several more questions from the children, probably more the younger ones, as it appeared the oldest ones did know some of the parts of where babies came from.

This fact was also what was on Georg's mind; he was suddenly aware of him missing out on the "father/son or daughter" talks about "the birds and the bees", that some of his children certainly were old enough to get now. But the last couple of years he had lived a separate life from his children, and never really noticed that the oldest ones were growing up to be young men and women. But this would have to wait for another time.

When they composed themselves, they both agreed that they should both get ready for brunch before the children would come up again. Maria hurried out to take a quick shower, and when she entered the bedroom wrapped in a huge fluffy towel, she noticed that Georg had not closed his shirt buttons. This made her blush and, slightly puzzled, she moved towards him. He noticed the small wrinkle in her brow and he knew what was on her mind. Her eyes gave her away as they were locked on his open shirt.

"What's wrong, darling?" Georg tried to sound as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but he could not hide his slight amusement of the whole situation.

With a small and frustrated groan, Maria exclaimed: "I thought we should get ready to go down for brunch. So why are you not finished dressing yet… I still have to find my clothes… and… and…" She flung her hands out in the air, to show him that they really didn't have time for this.

"Well, my darling, I was just hoping that you would help me with these buttons of mine; since you clearly are the button expert in this marriage, I could really use some help." He winked at her, and gave her a huge grin when he noticed her blush deeply.

"Oh, Georg, please don't tease me with that…I had no intentions of doing that…you know that night in the gazebo…you know where…I…oh, for heaven's sake, put on your own shirt, would you?" She tried to sound stern and mad, but this failed her big time as he only took one long stride towards her, pulled her into his embrace and kissed her mercilessly. Maria failed her attempt to stay cross with him when she felt his mouth do some wonderfully amazing things to her state of mind.

When he went up for air, he stated: "I know that you never meant for it to happen, but it did, and do you know what it showed me?" She shook her head, as her speech seemed to have failed her. "It showed me that you're an amazingly passionate woman whom I was so lucky to get married to yesterday, and I'll always keep that night in my memory. That night was when our life together started, and we fully consummated our marriage last night. This I will forever treasure, and you should never be ashamed of yourself, never!"

His words reached something deep inside of her, and she decided with herself that she too would, and should, treasure that night. She looked up at him with some newfound confidence, and the small gleam in her eyes told him with no words that she had accepted her own actions and now wanted to seal it. With slightly shaking hands, she secured her towel around her body, and then reached for the top most button of his shirt.

Georg held his breath all the way through; he was afraid that he would lose control when he felt her delicate fingers move over his shirt. At one point, he inhaled sharply as one of her fingertips, by accident he decided it to be, gently caressed his skin, thus making it very hard for him to stand still and keep his body under control.

Maria noticed his shallow breaths and smiled inwardly, secretly pleased with herself that she could evoke such wonderful sounds from her husband. She started to experiment a bit, and at the last three buttons she deliberately let her fingertips move over his skin. And sure enough, each and every time, Georg would take an extra breath of air. This fact filled her with more and more confidence. When the last button was closed, she took a deep breath and dared to look at him again. The fire in his eyes told volumes about how this small gesture had filled him with even more passion and love for her. It was a bit daunting at the moment, but she also felt at ease with him. She reached up and wove her fingers in his still damp hair, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Good God, woman, do you have any idea what you do to my poor state of mind here?" Georg breathed into her mouth, and trailed a line of kisses down her jaw line.

Maria just smiled shyly up at him, feeling the blush creep up her neck once more; his smouldering eyes did some amazing things to her own body. When she moved her arms down again, wanting to move away to get dressed, the towel slipped off her body and she just barely managed to catch it before it hit the floor.

When Georg noticed that she was desperately trying to cover up her body, he whispered: "Why even bother with the towel, my darling? You do know that I have seen all of you, it makes no difference if either you're in bed or standing up."

"Oh, I don't know…" She started to search her mind for a feeble excuse and when she found none, her new confidence caused her to just let the towel drop to the floor and then walk over to her closet. She could almost feel his burning eyes on her backside, but she had decided that two could play this game, what ever it was. Then she searched casually through her new clothes to find something that was suitable for travelling.

When she was finished dressing she turned around, only to find her husband still standing in the very same spot as she had left him in. He tried to look relaxed and cool, but she did notice the small twitch in the corner of his mouth, a sign that he very much tried to hide a huge grin.

"Whatever is the matter with you, darling? You look like the cat got your tongue." Maria walked over to him and reached a hand up to his face; then she tiptoed and kissed him gently on his cheek. When he didn't respond, she continued: "Well, shouldn't we get ourselves ready? I do believe we have seven children all wanting to know if we made a baby or not." She smiled at him and tilted her head looking at him. He seemed a bit out of balance, and she had a pretty good idea of the reason for him to be like this. Somewhere deep inside of her, she felt content and happy with herself. She had yet to fully realize why it felt so wonderful.

"Uhm…oh yes…yes, we must get ready…" He stumbled over his words, something that he rarely did. It had been the mentioning of making babies, and the fact that his children was waiting for them, that had pulled him out of his stupor. He shook his head in disbelief; his new wife had just played him a trick, turning the tables so to speak. A wide smile spread across his face; it sure would become fairly interesting to live together with this woman. But this, he gathered, he had already known from the first moment he laid eyes on her.

Before she could move away, he regained some sort of composure and tilted her head up with one of his hands, giving her a deep kiss that told her volumes about how pleased he was at this very moment. She smiled against his lips, letting him know that she too was pleased.

When they parted, they both took a few more minutes to get ready; hair still needed to be combed and shoes to be found. Then, finally, they where ready to go down and meet the family, and suddenly Maria felt very anxious about facing the children and all the inevitable questions that would come. Oh, she really did hope that Gretl had forgotten her questions about locked doors and babies. The thought alone made her blush, and when she shared her worries with Georg, he only laughed and said: "Oh, yes, there will be questions, but please don't fret too much about it, I'm sure they'll behave."

And in his own mind he added, "I do hope that Max will behave". If he only knew that he was wrong in so many ways.

They walked down to the dining room holding hands. Now there only laid one family brunch between them and their awaited honeymoon.

TBC….