Questions
She'd been initially hesitant, slightly questioning whether to have another baby when all the other children were grown up, able to take care of themselves. However when he came along, she fell in love instantly, treasured their special moments together.
Maria tried to ignore the persistent questions like when would he get his first tooth? Or when would he crawl? But finally at almost one year of age, he was on the move! After stopping him for the fourth time from grabbing Gretl's doll, she knew the answer to the final question. It was time to get out the playpen.
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More
From the very first moment his lips met hers, she knew she wanted more. The soft and tender way he kissed her, the feel of his tongue exploring her mouth. How his kisses travelled over her face, those feather-light kisses that sent shivers down her spine. The way his hands ran gently through her hair then down her back to caress her body.
The words of love he whispered in her ear, the feel of his warm breath on her cheek, and how he cupped her face in his hands to kiss her again. Yes, she knew she wanted more.
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Grief
The feeling of sorrow and grief was totally consuming. Standing at the graveside, his seven children beside him, Georg was unable to comprehend what had happened. His beautiful wife Agathe was dead, gone from this world.
Nothing could have prepared him for those words, words that told of sickness and death. Hoping for the best, trying not to fear the worst, he'd clung onto the hope that she'd recover. But it wasn't to be so.
Watching her coffin being lowered into the ground, he closed his heart, blocking out the pain, knowing he'd never love again.
But he was wrong…
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Different
"Excuse me sir, I don't know your signal," Maria asked, feigning innocence.
"You may call me Captain." With that he turned and strode purposefully out of the room.
Who did she think she was? A slip of a woman sent from the Abbey as the new governess to his children. Already she infuriated him, her cheek, her insolence! How on earth was she to maintain the disciple that his household ran under? What would she come up with next?
His children and the tricks they played made it certain she wouldn't last. But somehow, something told him she was different.
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Ring
"Do you have the ring?" the Bishop asked.
Max silently placed the ring on the open Bible, which was passed over to Georg who took it. It was a simple band of gold, made and refined by fire. The circular ring represented their love: while it had a beginning, it would have no end.
Georg placed the ring on Maria's slender finger, holding her hand gently as he did so. The Bishop said the final words and then it was done, they were married. Slowly and lovingly Georg leant forward towards his bride, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.
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Passion
Maria's eyes were alight in fiery passion. "I am NOT finished yet!"
"Oh yes you are… Captain!" Maria's eyes widened. Georg's rage had escalated so quickly that it took him a second to realise his mistake, and another second to correct it. "… Frauline."
He narrowed his eyes as he told her to return to the Abbey. Suddenly he watched her passion disappear. Maria was crestfallen as her opportunity to reach out to him for the children was gone.
Humbled after hearing the children sing, Georg apologised to Maria and he saw relief wash over her face, her passion returned.
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Release
They'd spend the last few hours together in the gazebo, sometimes talking but mainly kissing. After denying their feelings for each other for the longest time, the relief at finally being able to express themselves was great.
Again and again they kissed and embraced, discovering new things about each other, enjoying the time spent together.
But as the darkness gave way to the light of the new day, Georg knew it was time to go. They walked silently up to her room where they kissed passionately and embraced again. Difficult as it was, Georg finally released her and said goodnight.
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Laughter
Maria lay in the center of the luxurious bed in their honeymoon suite. She didn't know whether she was in pleasure or in pain. What Georg was doing to her was just too much!
"Oh, oh!" she cried as he continued focusing his attention on her body. She wriggled and squirmed under him as his body now covered hers. His hands roaming where she'd never believed that they would.
"Georg, please…" she pleaded with him. "Stop, I ask you!"
"Stop?" Georg looked up surprised. "You mean you don't like me tickling you?"
"No," Maria replied through her laughter. "I don't!"
A/N: So just a few more that I had some fun writing while my 'real life' is still crazy. As before, please leave me a review with which ones you liked and ideas for other 'drabble' words!