Ok so this was just a really random thought that came to me. I don't even know if it'll be any good.
Disclaimer: I don't own SA. All of the script from the show that is used in here is 100% Steven Sater.
Moritz wandered through the fields one night, getting soaked to the bone by the rain. He was contemplating if his life was even worth living. He needed to talk to someone, anyone. Melchior, he thought, he would help me. He made his way over to Melchior's house. His parents weren't home, not that he had expected anyone to be, what with the practice for the Michaelmas chorale. But he knew Melchior wouldn't be there with the rest of them. It was then he noticed the lone candle flame flicker in the window of the barn. The hayloft, yes that's where Melchior would be. Writing, studying.
Mortiz slipped into the barn, careful not to make too much noise with the doors. He always was startling the horses. "Melchior?" he called, but not too loudly. It wasn't always the best idea to disturb Melchior when he was deep in thought.
But his voice had not been heard. He heard a voice shouting out. A girl's voice. "I can't," she cried. "We're not supposed to." It sounded an awful lot like Wendla. Moritz crept closer and and closer to the ladder up to the hayloft as the conversation continued. It was hard to hear all of it, but Moritz did catch bits and pieces.
"Love?" Melchior's voice asked. "I don't know-is there such a thing? ... I feel you breathing. Everywhere. The rain, the hay..." It was so like Melchior to be so poetic, so romantic. Moritz couldn't help but softly chuckle.
Moritz didn't hear anything then. His curiosity got the best of him. He slowly began ascending the ladder, being as quiet as he could. More words escaped both mouths. When Mortiz finally got his eyes, and only that, up to the hayloft, he was quite shocked with what he was seeing. Wendla's breasts were exposed and Melchior was kissing her with such a passion, all over. Moritz couldn't break his eyes away. He watched as Melchior ventured under Wendla's dress.
She shot up. For a moment, Moritz was afraid he'd been caught. "Wait," she said, clearly to Melchior. Moritz was safe.
"It's just me," Melchior said, gently. "It's just me."
Wendla let him continue. Moritz let his mind run wild with the things Melchior could be doing under there.
"Now, there," Wendla said, "now that's...
"Yes?" Melchior asked.
"Yes," she repeated. With that, Melchior climbed on top of her. The kissing continued. Moritz knew what was to happen next. He swallowed his anticipation, not caring if his gulp could be heard. Melchior dropped his suspenders, then his pants. His bottom half was consumed by Wendla's dress.
"Oh!" she cried.
He knew what was happening, but Mortiz had never actually seen it before. He continued watching, so intrigued. And then-
No! he thought. He descended the ladder quickly. He should not be spying on Melchior, especially not watching what he had be doing with Wendla. He hurried out of the barn, not bothering to shut the door behind him. He could not talk to Melchior. No, not tonight. He ran into the darkness.
Short, I know, but in my head, I was just wondering what Moritz would do if he walked in on them, or in this case spied (lol)
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