A.N.: I'm relatively new to the fandom; but I just couldn't help myself and write this idea out. Let me know what you think good, or bad. Hope you'll enjoy reading. :)

For my Wifey and Lolly. Thank you soooo much for all your support, it means more than I could tell. Love, love, love you.

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At first she didn't think anything of it. The situation they'd met in, was awkward, to say the least, with Maria and the children climbing out of the lake in their wet clothes. Georg was close to losing all his patience and Elsa could see that, so she'd left before it could've happened. Understandable. The flush she'd felt appearing on her cheeks after giving the young woman the once-over wasn't…

When their relationship with Georg turned more serious, Elsa was convinced that this… thing of hers was well and truly finished. Surely it must have been some sort of unusual way of coping with the loss of her husband. Throwing her famous parties and indulging herself in Vienna's lively social circles couldn't help her that time. Her ever present loneliness seemed to consume her, up until finally, she'd found comfort and peace in the companion of Katharina…

Meeting Georg changed everything. His strong, masculine presence appealed to Elsa and soon she found herself craving more and more of this delicious firmness she missed so much.

She was overjoyed when Georg finally asked her to visit his home and meet his children. That meant he was feeling the same way towards her; with the promise of a wedding hanging in the air. That was until Elsa saw Maria…

As the days and events passed, Elsa found herself getting frustrated with the obvious attraction between Georg and Maria. Fortunately her feelings seemed completely reasonable to an outsider, like Max; after all her and Georg were lovers, of course it bothered her. Of course she was jealous. She was jealous. Without a doubt. However, it wasn't the fact itself that was causing her trouble. What made her cringe inside was the realization that though she was indeed green with envy, she wasn't feeling this way towards Maria. She was jealous of Georg… She was jealous of all the silent attention the young woman devoted to him. Of Maria's admiring gazes and the hopeless longing in her eyes directed to him. Elsa wanted desperately to know what it was like to have those gorgeous pair of blue eyes on her.

It wasn't something she would ever share with anyone. She even tried to deny her lust for Maria, but deep down she knew it was futile. She wanted to touch her. To feel her skin against her own, out of those unflattering clothes. Elsa wanted to introduce her to the pleasure and intimacy only lovers can offer each other. Watching her eyes close momentarily, her soft lips gently parting as she would get closer and closer to her release. Kissing her trembling body anywhere and everywhere she could.

These thoughts had to stay hidden. She managed to push them into the back of her mind to keep up appearances – she was already an expert at that – but the one thing she didn't count on was a situation where all inhibitions and the self-control were gone… She only realized what was happening when she felt her lover's evident arousal pressing firmly against her stomach. Up until that point she'd lost herself in the close embrace, imagining with her eyes closed, that it was the young governess kissing her neck and palming her breast through her clothes.

"I, umm… I think we should stop darling…" She softly spoke, clearing her throat. Burying his face into her neck, Georg mumbled something about the children and her being right against her skin. Elsa couldn't understand every word, but she was unable to focus anyway.

Things were getting out of hand, she needed to do something. After Georg reluctantly said goodnight and with a last kiss left her room, Elsa closed the door and leaned against it. Her heart was still racing as images of Maria and herself flashed before her eyes. This was wrong. This was so wrong. She wasn't unfamiliar with loving another woman, but to imagine someone else, when being with her lover… That has never happened to her before.

She poured herself a drink, needing to steady her nerves, and though it was highly unlikely, she silently hoped that maybe the alcohol would help her to sleep.

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Her body tensed, waking her up with the sudden movement. The silk of her nightgown was damply sticking to her body. It's been a long time since she's had a dream this vivid; this intense. Elsa swallowed hard. She could almost taste her on her lips. Trailing her fingers through her long blonde hair, she moved the unruly locks away from her face. It was still dark outside; she could've been asleep only for an hour, maybe two.

She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly to calm her breathing and turned to her side. Nothing seemed to work though and her eyes almost instantly opened, when images came rushing back to her. Fragile fingers caressing her skin, soft gasps and moans of pleasure filling the air. Gorgeous features changing under her touch, pleading for more… Elsa tried to force herself to think of something else. It was going to be a long night…

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Predictably Elsa didn't have any sleep that night. Her mind ran wild with different scenarios, none of which was the least bit helpful. She altered the circumstances in favour of maybe finding a solution. No luck with that either… Even if they were in Vienna, back in her home that would offer the privacy a delicate affair like this required, Maria didn't feel the same way. And even if she did, she was a postulant, ready to take her vows when eventually she was to return to the abbey. Elsa was sure she wouldn't give that up; certainly not for her.

But… Why was she even thinking about this so seriously? It was only a harmless fantasy after all… A way too delicious one to simply just let go of. Her lust would fade eventually, especially if she was to spend more time with Georg. Maybe she just needed the closeness; the intimacy of being together. That was – as she had convinced herself – the reason the first time around, too.

Deep in thought she pinned her hair up into a flawless bun, going through the motions with skilful fingers. A few quiet but firm knocks on the door startled her a bit. Holding her robe together at her chest, she said 'come in'.

Entering her room, the Captain made sure to close the door behind him.

"I was hoping you would be awake… good morning." He added, smiling at her as he got closer.

"Good morning darling." Elsa turned her head up so he could kiss her cheek. "I was just about to get dressed."

"Yes, I have figured that much."

Oh, his playful half-smile has always worked on her… Elsa stood up and let herself being pulled against Georg's body. His hands sneaked around her waist, the small smile still curling his lips upwards. Elsa mirrored his smile and closed her eyes for a second when he placed a soft kiss on her full lips. Resting his forehead against hers, Georg looked into Elsa's eyes suggestively.

"Maria took the children to the market…"

Elsa was not prepared to hear her name; not from him and definitely not when they were intimate. Disoriented and just that bit more flushed, she pressed her lips against his, this time kissing him deeper and more sensually. Georg cupped her beautiful face, loving how forward and feisty Elsa was. Still kissing her, he slid one hand down the side of her neck under her silk robe to hold her breast, causing an involuntarily moan escape her lips. Things were getting heated and the simple good morning hug started to evolve into much more. They were breathing heavier by the second, their movements were intensifying.

In no time at all Elsa's been lifted onto the dressing table, and his hand was already sliding upwards between her inner thighs. She threw her head back with frustration when Georg traced small circles lightly across her skin. Elsa knew too well that he loved to be in control and that she'd have to beg him if she wanted more.

"Georg… please…" She breathed, feeling him smiling against her neck as very slowly he started moving his hand further. Elsa parted her legs some more to give him better access; his touch was still teasing and gentle, barely grazing her skin with his fingertips. The faint movements made Elsa close her eyes. …Soft touches on her inner thigh and warm lips against her neck… She took a sharp intake of breath, her gaze now desperately searching for her lover's.

Gentle was not the way she needed him to be right now, so biting her lower lip, Elsa reached between their bodies to move things further…

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Pinning her hair up the second time that morning, Elsa was lost in her thoughts once more. Maybe her interest in Maria wouldn't be so easy to get rid of after all. Their quick encounter with Georg didn't make her forget about the other woman; in fact it only made matters worse. She had to keep her eyes firmly fixated on him in order not to succumb to her fantasy. As a result, she was now much tenser than before, the sexual frustration adding to her emotional strain. Putting the finishing touch to her updo by fixing the last loosened strand of her blonde hair, Elsa exhaled deeply. Her eyes met the reflection of the gorgeous couture gown in the mirror. It was hung carefully on the door of the wardrobe when it arrived from Vienna. She'd sent for it the morning after Georg agreed on throwing a party in her honour.

The Baroness slowly got up from her seat and walked across the room. Running her hand down the exquisite material of the dress that's been designed especially for her, she admired the gorgeous piece. Ever since she was a little girl, she'd dreamt about wearing beautiful dresses at glamorous functions. When she'd married her late husband all her wishes came true. At least that was how it seemed to others. Certainly, she wasn't deprived from anything and luxury has always been present in their lives. No expenses were spared when it came to parties, travelling or her wardrobe for that matter. The only thing missing from their marriage was love. Elsa had to swallow her pride and carry on as nothing had happened on the countless occasions her husband was unfaithful to her. At first she was utterly disappointed, humiliated and hurt. She felt betrayed and her "friends" only made it worse by assuring her that it was all completely normal and really, she shouldn't be so sensitive anyway. From then on, Elsa was incredibly lonely, though she rarely was alone. As time went by she became more and more isolated and indifferent. Her ability to keep her real emotions to herself and display something entirely different came in handy when her husband suddenly passed away. Everyone, except for a certain brunette was oblivious to her feelings. Katharina's surprisingly accurate insight and her warm, caring nature slowly brought Elsa back to life.

Tracing the delicate tulle that adorned the left strap of her gown, Elsa absentmindedly smiled to herself. The gorgeous, dazzling material would be a perfect match for Maria's fair complexion. Her lips instantly stiffened. Maria. She would be at the party too. Of course she would. She was the one looking after Georg's children. She would be working in the evening, that's all. She wouldn't actually be staying at the party. Judging by the ones Elsa had seen her wearing, the young woman didn't even own a suitable outfit for the ball. She probably never even had on a gown like this. How very unfair. Her fantastic figure shouldn't be hugged by anything else than the most exclusive couture. Silk, satin, velvet…

Elsa's mind was in complete turmoil, her thoughts chaotically coursing through her. She didn't know what she wanted more: for Maria to be at the party, wearing an appropriate dress, or her to leave with the children at their bedtime. Would she be able to keep herself composed throughout the entire evening, if Maria stayed? With all those people around, she'd have to be very careful of not showing any emotion.

This… nonsense had to end, and soon. Before she would break.

The cold harshness of reality was what she needed. Yes. To face the fact that none of this could ever happen. Surely the younger woman wasn't feeling the same way. Surely.

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Elsa was standing at the foot of the stairs, graciously greeting every arriving guest on Georg's side. So far the evening – the entire day if she thought about it – went well. Maria took the children out, right after breakfast so they wouldn't be in the way of the preparations for the party. The Baroness was in her room, about to get herself ready when she heard the cheerful noises indicating that she and the seven young von Trapps got indeed home. It's been several hours ago, still there was no sign of them.

Elsa was in a way contended with that; in fact she wouldn't have minded if she didn't catch a glimpse of Maria at all this evening. She still wasn't sure about her possible reaction upon seeing her at the ball…

The last couple of guests were making their way down the stairs and Elsa softly sighed, glad that the most formal part of the party was done.

"Already exhausted? We haven't even danced yet."

Though her sigh was barely audible, she should've known that Georg would pick up on it. Feeling his arm casually wrapping around her waist, she leaned into his embrace for a quick moment.

"You can't expect me to greet two hundred people without even a glass of champagne and not be entirely breathless."

"Don't say another word." He said with a smile, and placing a light kiss on her gloved hand went off to get them drinks. Elsa didn't have much time to be by herself however, as she was immediately approached by Frau Ruppert. The older lady was merrily chattering to Elsa about her son, who served in the Navy with the Captain.

"Oh, how wonderful it is of Georg to have them play the Ländler! I have always been so fond of it. It seems to be neglected nowadays; don't you find it, Baroness?"

"Yes. Yes, absolutely." Elsa replied with a gentle nod. Tilting her head a little to the side, she added. "Would you excuse me for just minute?" Waiting politely for the obligatory 'of course', Elsa went to look for Georg, only to find him dancing outside with Maria. The Baroness stood in the doorway, following the couple with her gaze as they moved. When Georg twirled Maria, the loose skirt of her dress had been lifted by the speed of the movement, allowing Elsa to take a tantalizing sight of her long, beautifully toned legs. Elsa felt her temperature rapidly rising and in an attempt to control herself, she pressed her lips tightly together. She couldn't help, but step more forward only to see the couple slowing their movements and suddenly stopping altogether. Maria took a few steps back and started to talk. Elsa couldn't hear what was being said, but there was no need to hear anything either. The scene before her was crystal clear.

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Elsa's eyes were alternately following Maria, as she made her way up the stairs and Georg, who seemed to be immersed in conversation. She figured no one would notice if she disappeared for a few minutes, as everyone seemed to be occupied with small talk. She didn't know what got into her, but after only a few seconds of hesitating, the Baroness made up her mind.

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Well, how about it? Please let me know what you think. :) Second chapter's already in the works. ;) - V.