Maria was more than glad to take off her heels after a long night of dinner and dancing with her handsome Captain. They had been on their honeymoon in Paris for a while – enough time to get comfortable with each other. More than comfortable, really, she thought with a smile, while she was marveling in the view of the city of Paris from their balcony on the top floor of one of the most prestigious hotels in the French capital. She loved how the lights sparkled, how she could hear the muffled sounds of the cars and the people on the streets.
How had Georg known that this would be the perfect place for their Flitterwochen, their honeymoon? Well, maybe because he just knows me so well, the former postulant thought. Maybe because he liked this city so much. And really, we're so much alike in so many things and opinions, she concluded. Although viewed from the outside, theirs was a very unlikely pairing. But in their hearts they knew that they fit together well.
More than that, really, she thought. Not only did they understand each other without words more often than not. They had fun. Inside and out of their hotel. They would plan their sightseeing excursions meticulously. But when they were walking along the shores of the Seine, and when the mood would strike… well, there was more than enough time for sightseeing, anyway.
While Maria was deep in thought, she didn't hear his steps coming closer. Georg had disappeared into the bathroom of their suite as soon as they'd stepped through the door after their night out. Now he took measured steps towards his new wife, who appeared to him to be deep in thought. He walked closer and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
Maria jumped. "Georg!" she yelped, only to start laughing at herself. He looked at her, trying to figure out how that quick change of mood came to be. She fell back against his chest and he hugged her close to him. "Oh, my Captain", Maria turned her head, "you smell divine." His was a unique scent that was made of so many different nuances. There was his aftershave, a mixture of citrus and spicy scents. There was his shaving cream, a very unique scent. And there was Georg himself with that earthy scent that was most dominant when they were in the throes of passion or when they woke in the morning. The mixture of it all was what made her think of him. She was sure that no other man could ever appeal to her sense of smell this much.
Maria turned in his arms and looked deep into his blue eyes. Slowly, she leaned forward and rested her head against his chest. His – bare chest. All skin and hair and that lovely smell. Maria could just stand there all night and breathe him in. Georg seemed to be quite content with that unspoken idea, for he just held her in his arms tightly. "I love you", Maria said, seemingly in awe of the entire situation. She stood on tiptoe as her lips reached for his. He complied and quickly opened his lips to her tongue. They were playfully dueling for the upper hand – but they both knew that there would be no loser in this game.
Georg let his hands roam across her back as he deepened their kiss even more, pressing her body into his as much as possible. Maria felt his erection pressing against her stomach, a sensation that she loved and that made her body respond automatically. She treasured that she could turn him on so quickly and so thoroughly – even though she was shocked the first time it happened.
They were up on top of the Untersberg, her mountain, with the children. While the five girls and two boys were out and about, Maria and Georg took a walk into the woods. They had been engaged for a couple of weeks and had the villa full of chaperones, some of them stricter in regards to the couple being alone than others. Sister Marianne stayed in the room next to Maria and had a sixth sense as to when the Captain and his fiancée would say goodnight at her door. But the passionate couple had soon figured out the pattern of the nun - and managed to find different places in the house for their daily dose of loving kisses and caresses that Maria had found she couldn't live without.
Now they took advantage of one of the sunnier days in Salzburg and had taken the train up to the mountain, followed by a brisk walk to their spot. Lunch had been served; the remains had been repacked into their picnic baskets. And with the racket of the lively children in the distance, Maria had taken Georg by the hand and let him towards the tree line. "Dessert", she whispered suggestively as he grinned. His Fräulein had turned out to be quite a passionate woman in the last couple of weeks, he thought. But he was hardly surprised, considering the passion she showed while defending his children to him.
Nowadays, she didn't yell at him, she much rather dueled with him in a more intimate way. It hadn't taken much encouragement from him until she initiated at least as many kisses as he. That thought aroused Georg visibly, while innocently walking beside her on the mossy ground and holding her hand, caressing her palm with his thumb.
They walked in companionable silence, each pondering their own thoughts of the other. Maria loved the feeling of their touching. Anywhere and everywhere. And they were touching almost constantly: holding hands, his arm around her shoulder or waist while they were taking a walk or sitting together. Him caressing her cheek tenderly, her just touching any part of his arm while she was discussing something with him. They seemed to have become very aware of each other since they've admitted their love in the Gazebo.
Their hips bumped together accidentally, and Georg took the opportunity to pull her slim body closer to him, laying his arms around her shoulder. She reciprocated and wrapped her arm around his waist, turning towards him. "I love you, Georg", she said, gravely and still awed by the fact that she could just admit it to him. He looked at her with intense blue eyes, and pulled her behind a couple of fir trees on the side of their hiking path. She stood, her back against the huge trunk of a tree. And he captured her lips in one of the most powerful kisses they had experienced together yet. Maria pulled him even closer by his neck and couldn't get enough of the feeling of his soft lips and hot tongue in her mouth.
She felt so very much alive and tried to get even closer to Georg who was kissing her wildly. He pushed his body against her, from forehead to knees. And she could feel it. For the first time, she could feel how aroused his body was by their kissing. She had never seen a man naked, and she technically knew the mechanics of lovemaking. Nothing more, really. So she tried to take a step back when she felt him hard and hot against her stomach. But Georg pulled her back towards him, looking deeply into her eyes. "That's what you do to me, Maria", he whispered and started kissing her again. After her initial shock, she just had to get even closer. She lifted one of her knees toward his hip – and Georg managed to lift her under her backside so that she wrapped her legs around his waist. That brought them even closer together and the Captain felt his knees go weak by the reality of being surrounded by his Maria.
Breathlessly, he broke the kiss. When Maria started to protest, he turned them around and slowly slid along the tree trunk to the ground, holding Maria firmly in his lap. She was straddling him, fully clothed, of course, but that didn't take away the excitement. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and started kissing anew. After exchanging heated kisses for long minutes, Georg started caressing her legs underneath the skirt of a pretty light green dress that she had made for herself in recent weeks. He looked up at Maria suddenly, raising a questioning eyebrow. Maria blushed at his discovery. "No stockings, Fräulein?" he asked teasingly.
"Well, you know…", she stammered and buried her face in the crook of his neck. It wasn't like she had expected anything to happen between them or to feel his tender hands on her bare skin. It was really for practical reasons. "Yes?" he asked cheekily. "I just love to feel the grass under my bare feet up here in my mountain", she said. "And I have ruined so many pairs of stockings taking off my shoes up here that I have stopped wearing them. And…" Maria looked up into his amused, dark blue eyes. "The children don't care one way or the other. And since it is so warm today, I'm sure we'll all cool off with our feet in the brook later." Georg grinned. He loved his Fräulein so very much – and this line of thought was just so like her. "And it has the added benefit of being able to feel your soft, smooth skin underneath my hands", he said, all the while caressing her strong calves up to her knees.
"Oh Georg", Maria sighed. "I just love every minute we spend together, so close to each other." She blushed a pretty shade of pink, and was still very away of his hard arousal against her. "And I always know that you would never take advantage of me." He closed his eyes momentarily. The truth was, his mind and his heated body were in a mighty battle at this very moment. While he knew he couldn't take liberties with her or scare her away, his body went into overdrive. "Maria, my Maria", he said, kissing her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. He placed tiny kisses along the neckline of her dress and continued with his caresses on her legs. Maria loved every second of what he was doing to her, how he was making her feel. She moaned softly and had the feeling that her body was melting into his, right here on the mossy ground of the alpine forest.
Suddenly, however, she stopped wriggling in his lap and stroking his hair. "What is it, Maria?" he asked. "Shhh", she said urgently. "I heard something." Maria was petrified that the children had discovered them in their intimate embrace. But they were in luck. It was only a little doe that was obviously surprised be the strangers in its habitat. It looked around, sniffed the air for a little while and turned to where it came from. Maria exhaled a huge breath she wasn't aware she was holding – while she felt her Captain chuckling underneath her. "See", he said, his face red for a change. "We can escape our chaperones for the day, but we're always interrupted."
Maria started laughing too. She was still aroused, very much so. And she was still in a fairly compromising situation, should anyone see them at that very moment. She just needed the release. So she fell forward against him and laughed, mostly at the hilarious situation they'd found themselves in.
"Oh Maria, I love you so very much", Georg said. She smiled sweetly at him. "Do you know what is on my top list of the things that I adore about you?" he asked. Maria shook her head. "I love that we can laugh together." Such a simple thing, she thought, yet so important. She placed a heartfelt but innocent kiss on his lips and started to get up from his lap. "Oh no, no, no, Fräulein", the Captain said, pulling her against his still obvious arousal. "I don't know when I'll have the chance to kiss you so thoroughly without our army of chaperones around. So, please, may I have one last kiss?"
"So polite, Captain?", Maria teased back. But she saw his blue eyes getting darker and darker – and he leaned in to capture her lips with his own. Both battled for the upper hand in this game. After a few minutes of heated kissing they broke apart, both breathing heavily. They hugged each other tightly before getting back to their feet. They took in the sight of the other and started rearranging their clothes and their rumpled hair. Maria plucked some bark from the tree trunk out of his hair. With his love so close to him, Georg had a hard time getting his arousal under control and less visible in his tight hiking pants – they finally decided to take a little detour to cool off some more before rejoining the children in their picnic area.
Now they were standing on their own balcony, in the heavy night air of the early fall in Paris. Maria felt her body prepare for him, but she was still in her evening gown and she wanted to give her husband of 23 days a little gift. So she kissed him, once on his chest, once on that little spot on his chin that seemed to drive him wild. And thoroughly on the lips before disappearing inside their suite. "Stay outside, will you?" she asked him over her shoulder while he was still processing that she was not in his arms anymore. Georg tied the sash of his robe anew and settled on the soft cushions of one of the large lounge chairs that stood on the balcony, closing his eyes in total relaxation and thinking of what was yet to come.
-schnipp-
Disclaimer: I do not own The Sound of Music or any of its characters.
This is my first piece of fiction. Ever. There is more to come if you like what you've read. Please let me know ;) A big "Dankeschön" goes to the ladies who have read the story and encouraged me to publish it.