Naked and Hidden
Written by: Maria's Georg
Rating: PG-13 (for slight violence.no not the kind of violence your thinking about.)
Classification: Romance, slight violence and slight comedy
Pairing: Maria/Georg
Summary: "Gossiping Gaily with bores I detest, soaking myself in champagne, stumbling about the waltzes by strausses I can't even remember."
Disclaimer: The Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox. This time the plot and dialogue belong to my brain.
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A/N: This time plot/dialogue cometh from my brain. Cept for a few little moments in I borrowed from the film.
!!Also!! - some of the actions in this Fanfic do not necessarily fit the characters, but if you think they do then I guess I'm doing a good job. Let me know what you think about that. Good news no ransom! And. Please excuse my grammar it was very late to class and had some catching up to do.
End - disturbing A/N
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~ * Alive * ~
The cold hard champagne slid down his throat with ease, as he drunk in his surroundings. His eyes filled with Partygoers dancing gaily. Men and Women in their finest attire coming together for only one reason; to celebrate their wealth and to gloat more on tantalizing political gossip. He watched from afar backed into a dark isolated corner. Where he preferred to stay, in the shadows.
He was bored. The truth was that after attending party after party, it all becomes predictable and repetitious. The same people, the same conversations, the same ideas. He'd been forced to come of course and it bore him to tears. He felt queer there.
He was just about to revel in the cool champagne, when a young aristocrat had stopped to take in the partygoers. She flashed above the rim of his glass. But it wasn't the clothes or breath-taking beauty that struck him, it was the fact that she seemed different somehow. Out of place even. Finally pulling the glass away from his lips, he contented to watch in his dark corner. Still unknown.
She looked eager, innocent. Fresh from the Sea not at all recycled like the others aristocrats he'd been used to. He'd begun to admire her from a distance. She was wrapped in white silk; it clung to her as the perfect match. Massive twists of thick chestnut hair nestled atop her head. Strangely enough, Jewelry was not a priority. No signs of glittering earrings or necklaces thick with diamonds. Also she seemed to welcome the absence of long white dancing gloves which every woman attending these parties wore. A strange sight indeed but it appealed to him.
Abandoning his glass on a near by table, he decided to inquire about her. She was alone, but appeared to be searching for something or someone. As he made his way to her, decadent partygoers attempted to tempt him with stale conversations. His interested had expired. So he faked a smile and nodded as he managed to shove past the endless groups of political bore.
As he finally reached the end of the masses, she stood frightfully alone as before. Still looking, however this time her attention was diverted to the ballroom. She hadn't noticed him standing there, her attention solemnly fixed looking for that special something.
"Hello." She swiftly turned at the sound of a stranger's voice. He immediately noticed her sparkling blue eyes. They seemed to be full of life and wonder, just as much as they should be.
"Hello." She spoke softly, but loud enough for him to hear. She was quite young, perhaps in her early twenties he guessed.
"I don't believe we've met. Captain Georg von Trapp." He spoke confidently with a dimpled smile. As he extended his hand. She smiled and placed her hand into his. Taking her hand he placed a light kiss upon her naked white flesh.
"Captain? What sort of captain?"
"I was in the Navy. I'm retired now."
"Oh. I'm afraid I really don't know anyone here. Maria. Rainer." She was glad for the company at least she wouldn't feel alone anymore.
"Well, Maria. Are you looking for someone? I noticed you looking into the ballroom."
"Uh. Yes. I'm supposed to met a friend here."
"Would you care for some company while you wait?" Maria smiled, flashing her bright blue eyes.
"I don't mind." Indeed. She didn't mind at all.
Two hours had flown by; they thoroughly enjoyed being in the others company. Her friend still hadn't shown, but the truth was neither of them really cared. Since, technically he had no date and hers had never shown he invited her to dine and spend the rest of the evening with him. She eagerly accepted as she too had been enjoying his company.
Indeed she really was different, as he thought. Georg was actually enjoying himself. Laughing and smiling. He hadn't felt the urge to feel that way in a long time. He felt good. Not deceived, by stale acting for once. No, not at all. In fact, it has seemed that in two hours alone, a strange young woman had brought out the best in him. Such a wonder.
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The chattering of the room was interrupted by the beginnings of an Austrian folk dance. The Laendler. A few couples began to file out of the grandeur hall, into the ballroom to perform the familiar courtship dance. Maria's eyes grew, sparking with excitement. She remembered the familiar dance from her childhood days, when her father used to teach her Austrian Waltzes. Georg caught the look in her eye, a smile formed on his lips.
"Would you care to dance?"
"I'd love to." Maria spoke excitedly. Taking her hand in his he led her into the ballroom. Dancing couples filled the giant ballroom. Despite the spacious room, it simply couldn't accommodate another couple. Maria's face fell at the sight. She was certainly looking forward to dancing the old familiar folk dance. Georg refused to give up so easily. His eyes searched the room, finally his eyes landed on two giant French doors. Open to the night. He smiled. Taking a disappointed Maria he led her into the fresh outdoors.
~ * * ~
Moonlight illuminates the gardens and a light marble floor attached to the ballroom. Random statues of Graceful Greek Gods and Goddess are scattered through out the gardens. Sedulous Strains of the Laendler fill the gardens.
Leading Maria to the center of the marbled floor, they begin the dance. His arms slip around her waist. She immediately feels the effect. That instant spark of something undeniable begging her to indulge in forbidden passion. Georg releases her to dance around her, stamping his feet and clapping in rhythm. He stops. Watching her move gracefully around him, slightly Lifting her skirt to the rhythm of the dance. A wave of heat creeps up to him, startling him. She moves to meet his back, a hand moves to reach his from behind. Taking it, he twirls her to face him. A small smile had crept upon her face as he twirls her once more.
An elegance of intricate twists, palm to palm twisted above their heads and his arm coiled to meet her hand situated upon her back. Holding her close to him, he could feel the heat from her body. So close, not even a sliver of light could escape between them.
They stopped dancing.
He wasn't exactly sure when or how, but everything seemed to stop for the moment. The world between them was silent, and only their emotions were alive. She stood their before him desire filled her eyes that caused a stir deep inside of him. That empty hole seemed to fill up in that instant. And with her he felt finally at peace with himself. Not wanting the moment to end, he let his emotions take over, leaning down as he held her.
His lips were so close to hers. Sparks were sent down her spine. She couldn't breathe. She was so confused at what was happening to her. She stepped back, letting the cool air surrounding her finally filling her lungs.
"I'm sorry I don't know what came over me." Georg apologized not quite knowing what was happening himself, as he let reality come back to him. The strains of music from the ballroom had changed suddenly.
~ * * ~
It was Ten and all of the guests were filing in the dinning hall for their late feast. He offered her an arm and together they strolled into the giant dinning hall.
The majority of the partygoers had already been seated, and the hall was filled with chatter and the expectance of rich and luscious foods. He offered her a seat, doing the gentleman thing. She accepted, and the 6- course feast began. The food was superb and top quality. Dinner seemed to race by and soon enough they had finished, stomach's full and partygoers were now drunk with the night. Among other things.The partygoers began to pile out of the dining hall, and were getting ready to leave.
Setting down the half-drunken champagne glass, Georg got up to pull out Maria's chair. He offered a hand, she gladly accepted it and they traveled back into the main hall of the gala party. As soon as they entered the hall filled with chatter, it hadn't died quite yet. But alas the night was over; Maria and Georg were both sad to see it leave.
Guests were getting their coats, and Georg had offered to fetch Maria's but she insisted she had brought none. He collected his things, and began to wait for his car.
"Would you care for a ride?" He spoke eager to know her more.
"No. Thank You. My ride will be expecting me." Maria said. Georg's face fell.
"You know I had a lovely time with you. It's sad to see such a lovely night end." Georg's lame attempt to make the evening last longer than it was supposed to.
"But it must." Maria spoke, hoping to mask her own disappointment.
"I'd like to see you again." Georg pulled a slip of white paper and a fountain pen from his coat pocket. And proceeded to scribble something onto the paper. He handed it to her; telling her she could reach him at that address. She took it, holding on to it for dear life.
Before Maria could open her mouth, a maid had come to inform Georg that his car had been pulled out front. Georg nodded and waited for Maria to speak, but she didn't. All she did was smile, and disappeared into a crowd of guests.
Tbc
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Written by: Maria's Georg
Rating: PG-13 (for slight violence.no not the kind of violence your thinking about.)
Classification: Romance, slight violence and slight comedy
Pairing: Maria/Georg
Summary: "Gossiping Gaily with bores I detest, soaking myself in champagne, stumbling about the waltzes by strausses I can't even remember."
Disclaimer: The Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox. This time the plot and dialogue belong to my brain.
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A/N: This time plot/dialogue cometh from my brain. Cept for a few little moments in I borrowed from the film.
!!Also!! - some of the actions in this Fanfic do not necessarily fit the characters, but if you think they do then I guess I'm doing a good job. Let me know what you think about that. Good news no ransom! And. Please excuse my grammar it was very late to class and had some catching up to do.
End - disturbing A/N
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~ * Alive * ~
The cold hard champagne slid down his throat with ease, as he drunk in his surroundings. His eyes filled with Partygoers dancing gaily. Men and Women in their finest attire coming together for only one reason; to celebrate their wealth and to gloat more on tantalizing political gossip. He watched from afar backed into a dark isolated corner. Where he preferred to stay, in the shadows.
He was bored. The truth was that after attending party after party, it all becomes predictable and repetitious. The same people, the same conversations, the same ideas. He'd been forced to come of course and it bore him to tears. He felt queer there.
He was just about to revel in the cool champagne, when a young aristocrat had stopped to take in the partygoers. She flashed above the rim of his glass. But it wasn't the clothes or breath-taking beauty that struck him, it was the fact that she seemed different somehow. Out of place even. Finally pulling the glass away from his lips, he contented to watch in his dark corner. Still unknown.
She looked eager, innocent. Fresh from the Sea not at all recycled like the others aristocrats he'd been used to. He'd begun to admire her from a distance. She was wrapped in white silk; it clung to her as the perfect match. Massive twists of thick chestnut hair nestled atop her head. Strangely enough, Jewelry was not a priority. No signs of glittering earrings or necklaces thick with diamonds. Also she seemed to welcome the absence of long white dancing gloves which every woman attending these parties wore. A strange sight indeed but it appealed to him.
Abandoning his glass on a near by table, he decided to inquire about her. She was alone, but appeared to be searching for something or someone. As he made his way to her, decadent partygoers attempted to tempt him with stale conversations. His interested had expired. So he faked a smile and nodded as he managed to shove past the endless groups of political bore.
As he finally reached the end of the masses, she stood frightfully alone as before. Still looking, however this time her attention was diverted to the ballroom. She hadn't noticed him standing there, her attention solemnly fixed looking for that special something.
"Hello." She swiftly turned at the sound of a stranger's voice. He immediately noticed her sparkling blue eyes. They seemed to be full of life and wonder, just as much as they should be.
"Hello." She spoke softly, but loud enough for him to hear. She was quite young, perhaps in her early twenties he guessed.
"I don't believe we've met. Captain Georg von Trapp." He spoke confidently with a dimpled smile. As he extended his hand. She smiled and placed her hand into his. Taking her hand he placed a light kiss upon her naked white flesh.
"Captain? What sort of captain?"
"I was in the Navy. I'm retired now."
"Oh. I'm afraid I really don't know anyone here. Maria. Rainer." She was glad for the company at least she wouldn't feel alone anymore.
"Well, Maria. Are you looking for someone? I noticed you looking into the ballroom."
"Uh. Yes. I'm supposed to met a friend here."
"Would you care for some company while you wait?" Maria smiled, flashing her bright blue eyes.
"I don't mind." Indeed. She didn't mind at all.
Two hours had flown by; they thoroughly enjoyed being in the others company. Her friend still hadn't shown, but the truth was neither of them really cared. Since, technically he had no date and hers had never shown he invited her to dine and spend the rest of the evening with him. She eagerly accepted as she too had been enjoying his company.
Indeed she really was different, as he thought. Georg was actually enjoying himself. Laughing and smiling. He hadn't felt the urge to feel that way in a long time. He felt good. Not deceived, by stale acting for once. No, not at all. In fact, it has seemed that in two hours alone, a strange young woman had brought out the best in him. Such a wonder.
~ * * ~
The chattering of the room was interrupted by the beginnings of an Austrian folk dance. The Laendler. A few couples began to file out of the grandeur hall, into the ballroom to perform the familiar courtship dance. Maria's eyes grew, sparking with excitement. She remembered the familiar dance from her childhood days, when her father used to teach her Austrian Waltzes. Georg caught the look in her eye, a smile formed on his lips.
"Would you care to dance?"
"I'd love to." Maria spoke excitedly. Taking her hand in his he led her into the ballroom. Dancing couples filled the giant ballroom. Despite the spacious room, it simply couldn't accommodate another couple. Maria's face fell at the sight. She was certainly looking forward to dancing the old familiar folk dance. Georg refused to give up so easily. His eyes searched the room, finally his eyes landed on two giant French doors. Open to the night. He smiled. Taking a disappointed Maria he led her into the fresh outdoors.
~ * * ~
Moonlight illuminates the gardens and a light marble floor attached to the ballroom. Random statues of Graceful Greek Gods and Goddess are scattered through out the gardens. Sedulous Strains of the Laendler fill the gardens.
Leading Maria to the center of the marbled floor, they begin the dance. His arms slip around her waist. She immediately feels the effect. That instant spark of something undeniable begging her to indulge in forbidden passion. Georg releases her to dance around her, stamping his feet and clapping in rhythm. He stops. Watching her move gracefully around him, slightly Lifting her skirt to the rhythm of the dance. A wave of heat creeps up to him, startling him. She moves to meet his back, a hand moves to reach his from behind. Taking it, he twirls her to face him. A small smile had crept upon her face as he twirls her once more.
An elegance of intricate twists, palm to palm twisted above their heads and his arm coiled to meet her hand situated upon her back. Holding her close to him, he could feel the heat from her body. So close, not even a sliver of light could escape between them.
They stopped dancing.
He wasn't exactly sure when or how, but everything seemed to stop for the moment. The world between them was silent, and only their emotions were alive. She stood their before him desire filled her eyes that caused a stir deep inside of him. That empty hole seemed to fill up in that instant. And with her he felt finally at peace with himself. Not wanting the moment to end, he let his emotions take over, leaning down as he held her.
His lips were so close to hers. Sparks were sent down her spine. She couldn't breathe. She was so confused at what was happening to her. She stepped back, letting the cool air surrounding her finally filling her lungs.
"I'm sorry I don't know what came over me." Georg apologized not quite knowing what was happening himself, as he let reality come back to him. The strains of music from the ballroom had changed suddenly.
~ * * ~
It was Ten and all of the guests were filing in the dinning hall for their late feast. He offered her an arm and together they strolled into the giant dinning hall.
The majority of the partygoers had already been seated, and the hall was filled with chatter and the expectance of rich and luscious foods. He offered her a seat, doing the gentleman thing. She accepted, and the 6- course feast began. The food was superb and top quality. Dinner seemed to race by and soon enough they had finished, stomach's full and partygoers were now drunk with the night. Among other things.The partygoers began to pile out of the dining hall, and were getting ready to leave.
Setting down the half-drunken champagne glass, Georg got up to pull out Maria's chair. He offered a hand, she gladly accepted it and they traveled back into the main hall of the gala party. As soon as they entered the hall filled with chatter, it hadn't died quite yet. But alas the night was over; Maria and Georg were both sad to see it leave.
Guests were getting their coats, and Georg had offered to fetch Maria's but she insisted she had brought none. He collected his things, and began to wait for his car.
"Would you care for a ride?" He spoke eager to know her more.
"No. Thank You. My ride will be expecting me." Maria said. Georg's face fell.
"You know I had a lovely time with you. It's sad to see such a lovely night end." Georg's lame attempt to make the evening last longer than it was supposed to.
"But it must." Maria spoke, hoping to mask her own disappointment.
"I'd like to see you again." Georg pulled a slip of white paper and a fountain pen from his coat pocket. And proceeded to scribble something onto the paper. He handed it to her; telling her she could reach him at that address. She took it, holding on to it for dear life.
Before Maria could open her mouth, a maid had come to inform Georg that his car had been pulled out front. Georg nodded and waited for Maria to speak, but she didn't. All she did was smile, and disappeared into a crowd of guests.
Tbc
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