Okay here it is, at long-last; the ever important honeymoon fic and follow up to Love Isn't Love 'Til You Give It Away. Despite the ominous title and description this fic will not be a depressing one. And with that being said...
The train pulled up at Gare du Nord at ten o'clock in the morning. Once Maria and Georg had exited the train and collected their luggage, they sought out a public telephone and Georg ordered a car to come pick them up and drive them to their hotel.
Both of them were eager to arrive at their hotel, and not just because they'd been on a train since the previous day; Maria had insisted that they wait until their arrival in Paris before they make love for the first time and even though it meant waiting for approximately ten hours, Georg was more than happy to comply.
When the car arrived fifteen minutes later, the driver helped them load their bags into the back of the car and enquired as to where he needed to drive them. Georg responded in flawless French and then joined Maria in the back seat.
By the time the car had pulled up in front of the Hotel Montalembert the sky had darkened immensely. When Maria and Georg had left the railway station, the sky had been filled with huge light-grey clouds. Now they had severely darkened.
As soon as Maria and Georg had stepped out of the car they were caught in a torrential downpour. They looked at each other for a split second before they were in each other's arms, kissing fiercely, oblivious to the world around them. They were both soaked to the skin, but at present couldn't care less. The doorman's jaw dropped open at the sight of the couple kissing in the rain.
"Maybe we should take this upstairs," Maria murmured against Georg's lips. Despite being filled with passion on the inside, she couldn't help shivering slightly.
Georg pulled away from his wife and looked at her knowingly. He hoped that he was thinking the same thing as her. He was pretty sure he was.
Now that they had arrived up at their suite, Maria's passion had quietened, only to be replaced by nerves. On top of that, pretend as she might, having stood out in the rain earlier was affecting her, and she was still shivering. Georg was shivering too, although he seemed to be a little better at hiding it.
"I'll dry my clothes out here and change into something else," Georg announced as he placed their wet luggage in front of the crackling fire. "You go ahead and use the bathroom."
Maria protested, but her husband would hear nothing of it. Once she was in the bathroom, Maria peeled off her red tunic-style dress and pink jumper. Then, remembering something she said to Liesl on her first night as the children's governess, she put her clothes to soak in the bathtub before turning on the shower and stepping into the warm water.
Soon, as was often the case, she became lost in her own little world and began singing a little tune she had made up on the spot, without even realising it. Her whole life, she had found that the sound of music relaxed her more than anything else.
When Georg heard her angelic voice floating out of the bathroom, he felt himself being pulled towards her almost independently of his own free will. He completely forgot he was halfway through changing his clothes, and despite opening the door as gently as he possibly could, it still took all of Maria's power not to scream at seeing him walk through the door in nothing but his underwear.
"May I join you?" he asked her.
Maria was still slightly startled at this unexpected interruption, but she trusted Georg with her life and nodded slightly, showing him she had understood, and agreed to his request. However she still felt the need to turn away while he stripped off completely and stepped into the shower behind her.
"I thought that you were going to change out by the fire," she said, her back still towards him.
"Mm hmm, I was," he murmured. "But your voice is mesmerising. And when I hear it, all I can think about is telling you how beautiful it is. Along with everything else about you, my darling."
He wound hands around Maria's waist, causing her to inhale sharply. She was still nervous, but her earlier passion had returned and she wanted to show Georg how far she had come since that night in the gazebo.
She pulled his hands away from where they had settled around her waist and turned around so that she was facing him. Then, just like back in the gazebo, she brought her arms up to rest at the back of his neck, pressing her mouth to his as she did so.
Georg's arms were back around her middle in a flash, but this time instead of staying there, he let them slowly follow the trails of water running down her body and come to rest on her hips.
Maria inhaled again, but she didn't stop covering Georg's mouth with kisses every second she could. She felt the moment intensify as he began kissing her back. She removed her hands from where they were clasped behind her husband's neck and slowly moved her hands down his arms before bringing them to rest on his chest.
That simple act spurred Georg on even more and he raised his hands off Maria's, his back up over her stomach and up to her chest. He heard her moan softly against his lips and his internal fire burned even hotter.
Neither of them was entirely sure on how long they were in the shower together, devouring each other with hungry, but tender kisses, but eventually they did emerge, and after wrapping their bodies in fluffy towels, returned to the main room of the suite to get dressed.
Towards the end of the engagement, Maria had given her wardrobe a major overhaul. Despite Georg trying to convince her that he didn't want her to be a typical Baroness and that he was marrying her because of his love for her, she knew that she should at least try to make some effort to fit into the world she would soon be entering.
And so most over her wardrobe had been discarded, and replaced by more elegant, matronly clothes. She had kept a couple of her select favourites, like her blue Edelweiss dress and her Laendler dress, but most of her outfits, including those she had made upon her arrival at the von Trapp villa, she had given to the poor. This time, they did want everything.
Once they were both changed; Georg in a fresh suit and Maria in a white dress with violet flowers and a purple sash, they called for lunch to be brought up to their suite, as the rain was still falling quite heavily and, even though they would have both jumped at the chance to have another shower together, they didn't like the idea of venturing back out into the storm for a second time that day.
As they sat in the dining room of their hotel suite eating their meal, Maria stared dreamily out the window, gazing at the beautiful view; a view she never believed in her wildest dreams that she would ever see with her own eyes.
"This really is exciting for me Georg," she sighed. "Being here with you. Paris is such a gorgeous city. I never comprehended I would ever visit it. I always figured I would die having never left Austria. And now, here I am on my honeymoon, in Paris, with you."
He smiled at her, chuckling softly.
"Where did you and Agathe go for your honeymoon?" Maria asked. Immediately, she realised what she had said and her hands flew up to her face to cover her scarlet cheeks. "Oh, Georg, I'm so, so sorry," she said. "Pretend I never said that."
"No, no, don't worry," Georg said. "You deserve to know more than anyone. And talking about Agathe must be a good thing for me to do." He took a deep breath before he started talking again. "Agathe and I went to England for our honeymoon and visited lots of her relatives. We also stayed in Wales for the last weekend before we returned home. It was just at the end of the war. We were married in 1918."
Quickly Maria and Georg were lost in various topics of meaningless conversation and before they knew it the sun was sinking lower in the sky. The rain had long since stopped and so Maria and Georg decided to go into the city for dinner. When they returned to their hotel, Maria headed into the bathroom for the second time since their arrival that morning. She had been so busy before with sharing the shower with Georg that she doubted very much if she actually managed to clean herself at all.
She emerged half an hour later dressed in a full length, white silk nightgown and a lemon chiffon dressing gown. Georg couldn't help whistling as he passed her on his way to the bathroom. When he emerged twenty minutes later, he found Maria sitting out on the balcony, gazing up at the starlit heavens.
"Beautiful isn't it?" she said to herself.
"They don't even compare to you," Georg said, walking up behind her. She gasped and turned around to face him. When she saw the expression on his face, she gasped even more. This was their first night together as a married couple and she knew what was next on the agenda.
But when, she looked up at Georg again, his expression had changed, showing nothing but pure love. Although on the inside he was itching to rip off all Maria's clothes right here right now, crawl into bed with her and show her just how precious he thought she was, he knew he had to take it slowly, just like everything else he did with her. At seeing her husband looking at her with pure adoration, Maria relaxed, knowing everything would be fine. After the experience before lunch, the doubts; all the worries that had been previously on Maria's mind had vanished. The next step terrified her, but at the same time, it thrilled her.
Georg offered her his hand and she let him lead her back inside and into the bedroom, ready for the start of their new life together.
Okay, I hope you guys liked it. There's more coming, but I am not sure exactly when, as I've got a whole bunch of family stuff going on at the moment. But it is coming. The 'kissing in the rain thing' was actually something Julie and Blake Edwards did (I'm pretty sure they were even in Paris). Then they came back and saw the same doorman. I also know that Georg and Agathe were married much earlier than 1918, but I edited it to fit the timeline of the film. Where they went for their honeymoon is my imagination as well.
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