AN: So this is my first fanfiction, hopefully it's ok!
I worte this beacuse it always puzzled me why, aside from being a handy plot point, new drapes were ordered for Maria's room.
Enjoy!
Georg swirled the brandy in his glass and let out a long sigh. Sprawled on the antique fainting couch in his study he longed to retire to bed and forget the nightmare of a day he had just had.
It had all started with the appearance of that wretched Frauline Maria. Showing up at his villa dressed as a frumpy, destitute nun? He wouldn't allow it and now he was paying the price.
He had ordered materials for her new dresses that afternoon and the shop had assured him that they would arrive by ten thirty. It was now quarter past.
Yet, the smallest part of Georg mind didn't mind waiting. He could let Franz or Frau Schmidt but he wanted to be the one to bring Maria the fine silks and rich cottons from the town.
He longed to see the happy bright glint that had appeared in her eyes briefly that morning – after saluting him in her cheeky fashion.
Drowning the last of the brandy in his hand he cursed himself, shook his head, and cursed Maria. How dare she turn up at his house, throwing his plans out of order with the way she made him, well, feel! Georg hadn't felt anything this strong in a long time and it was doing his head in!
Scowling, he got up, poured himself more brandy and settled in his favourite armchair. He really should go to bed; he was due to leave early the next morning to meet the Baroness in Vienna.
Ah, Elsa. There was a true woman – smart, sophisticated, refined. Unlike Maria after that incident at the dinner table involving the pinecone! Georg suppressed a grin at the memory of her pathetic cover up. Rheumatism indeed!
Sipping his drink, he stared at the fire, getting lost in the flames. Was that a knock at the door!?
He raced to the front of the house, nearly wrenching the door off its hinges to meet a thoroughly startled delivery boy, laden with materials. Not permitting the lad to speak, Georg scrawled his impressive signature on a piece of paper, which he swapped for the materials before swiftly closing the door in a very shocked face.
Without waiting, he practically ran up the stairs, his leather shoes making no noise as they brushed against the plush carpet. In his haste he tore into the governess's room without knocking, only to find Maria on the other side of the room closing the window – and wearing a towel that left very little to the imagination.
"Captain!" she protested, trying in vain to cover herself with one of the gold curtains beside her.
Breathless, Georg dropped the materials on her bed and slowly advanced towards her until only the thick curtain separated their bodies.
There was no fear in Maria's eyes as she stared into his face, and she gently reached up and put her hand on his cheek, staring deep into his brown irises.
He leaned in to tenderly kiss her perfect mouth, simultaneously peeling the curtain away from her…
The loud, shrill ring woke Georg from his brandy-induced dream. Still dazed, he padded to the study door and caught Frau Schmidt on her way past as she went to greet who would inevitably be the tradesman with Maria's materials.
"Frau Schmidt, about the governess's room…" he shook a lingering, gold fringed image out of his mind's eye
"Order new draped for it, would you?"
AN So hopefully that wasn't too bad!
This was intended to be a one-shot but there is a possability for mroe cahpters- who knows when those pesky drapes will turn up again!
Review/leave me a comment and let me know what you think I should do!