Author's note: This is my first SOM fic, but don't let that stop you! I want to try to make the characters "sound" as much like themselves as possible.
Summary: Vignettes from Georg and Maria's honeymoon along with narrative snatches from the time during their engagement.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, the special features on the DVD would be longer. Alas, I do not.
Chapter 1
The sun's morning rays, slanting through the regal window of a hotel suite, illuminated the figure of Captain Georg von Trapp, propped on his elbow, considering the sleeping figure of his bride.
Something akin to awe had taken hold of him. He thought of his first wedding, twenty years distant. He had been happy then—wonderfully happy—but it was a heedless happiness that knew nothing of loss and therefore, perhaps, nothing of real joy. That fresh and profound emotion coursed through him.
He reached forward and smoothed her tousled blond hair, caressed the round curve of her ear, allowed his fingers to linger gently on her cheek. She blinked once, twice, slowly, and gazed up at him, eyes freshly clouded with sleep.
"Good morning," he murmured, a grin spreading across his face.
Her eyes glowed languidly back at him as her lips curved upward. She reached up to finger the lock of dark hair that had tumbled across his forehead. He leaned down and kissed her gently.
"Maria," he breathed, inhaling the scent of her skin.
"Maria." He met her gaze again, and she smiled at the sound of her name once more on his lips. She reached up and cupped his face, and he kissed the inside of her wrist.
Then he glanced despairingly at the morning rays filtering into the room. "We should have booked tickets on the afternoon train. What were we thinking?"
"That we wanted to get to Paris before nightfall, I suppose." Her voice was deeper than usual, rough from sleep. She paused, and her eyes, a brilliant blue beneath the sun's rays, filled with a mischievous light. "Maybe we should just stay here."
He smiled down at her indulgently. "Paris would never forgive me for depriving it of your company. And, you know, Austria needs allies. We can't have the French against us."
She laughed, and, sighing, feigned resignation.