A/N: It's finally here took almost a month to write... sorry... I'm a slow writer... BUT when that is said I do believe I would have chapter 3 up in the following weeks... depending on vacation schedules on both myself and beta reader (thank you Bellarsam Chrisjulittle for beta reading for me again). I have the chapter almost done, just need the final ending to ch 3 (there will be an epilogue of some sort too)
I do hope you enjoy this chapter... it turned out longer than I expected... but one can't just ignore those pesky muses when they hit you hard with new ideas ;)
Any form of reviews would be highly appreciated :D thanks... I always look for things to improve when it comes to my fanfic writing...
Finally, I don't own these characters...
Enjoy...
Chapter 2
When Maria and Georg entered the dining room, they were greeted with the curious faces of seven children and one very amused Max. It seemed as if he had been updated by Gretl on the locked door she had found when she had tried to enter their bedroom. Georg glared at his friend, trying to tell him to just be quiet, but as it often happened with Max, he usually did whatever he felt like.
"Ah, there you two are, running fashionably late on this fine morning… Whatever have you two been up to all morning?" Max grinned at them, and knew he might have overstepped some fine lines of propriety, but this was his old friend, and though Georg might get angry with him, at the moment Max also knew that Georg, in time, would see the fun it the whole thing.
When Maria heard Max's words, and in them the implication of them being so late was due to the fact that they had been doing…eh…grownup activities, her face blushed scarlet red within seconds. She didn't fully register what Georg answered back, as the only sound she heard at the moment was the blood rushing to her head. Every other sound seemed to be muffled, and suddenly she felt rather dizzy. Her hold on Georg's hand was the only thing that kept her in an upright position.
But Georg must had said something that kept his friend from uttering another word – for the time being, that is. Maria saw Max raise his hands in mock surrender, and then he took a casual sip of his coffee, but failed to hide the grin that still lingered on his lips.
"Oh, I know what Father and Fraulein Maria was doing…" This was Gretl speaking up, and before any one of her siblings could stop her, she uttered: "…They where making a baby." She clapped her tiny hands together and jumped up from her chair, running to her father, who by now sat at the end of the long table. Maria sat at his right side. When the young girl reached her father, she practically leaped into his lap, hugging him close. Georg was so taken aback by her outburst that it took him a moment to collect his thoughts. He glanced over at his now crimson-red bride; this sight made him chuckle slightly. But he was not given much more time to admire the colour of his wife, as his five-year-old daughter yet again craved his attention.
Gretl laid her chubby little hands on either side of his head, making him look straight into her brown eyes. George saw the tiny sparkles in her eyes, and he knew that his little girl really, really, wanted a younger sibling.
"Father, were you and Fraulein Maria making a baby?" she asked with hope in her voice, and then, tilting her head sideways as if she was pondering over something, she added: "Father…how do you make a baby?"
Maria had just taken a sip of juice when this last question was heard, and the implications of this very childish question made her choke on the liquid in her mouth. In the midst of her coughing and gasping for air she heard her husband chuckle and give his daughter an, hopefully, adequate answer.
"Oh, sweetheart, well you see…" Georg paused for a moment scratching his chin, trying to find the right words to satisfy his youngest girl's curiosity. He took a quick look around the room and noticed his wife still trying to regain full control over her breathing. Liesl did her best in trying to help her by lightly patting her on her back. His old friend Max looked liked the Cheshire cat, having caught his best friend in an awkward situation. For a split second Georg glared at his friend, daring him to speak one word, then his eyes caught the elaborate flower arrangement in the centre of the table. This gave him an idea on what to say to his daughter.
"You see, when a man and woman get married, they often want to have a baby and they would make this baby by planting a tiny seed inside the woman's belly, just like when you plant flowers out in the garden. You have done this together with Maria and your siblings, right?" Gretl nodded her head eagerly, and Georg continued: "Well, just like the flower seed needs water to be able to grow, the seed inside the belly also needs to grow. It doesn't need water, but the woman does need to eat and drink more than she did before the seed was planted."
Gretl looked pleased with this answer and Georg kissed her on the cheek, then lowered her down on the floor so she could get back to her food. But instead of running to her seat she rushed over to Maria and exclaimed: "Please eat more pancakes, Fraulein Maria, you know, so the baby will grow big, real soon." She held on to Maria's arm and sent her a pleading look that was rather comical, given the situation they where in. Maria felt her face become red in an instant, not really sure how she should react to the young girl's plea. All that she knew about the reproductive process was from books, and this somewhat stated that the chances of her and Georg having actually made a baby was very small to say the least.
"Hear hear, do eat up Maria and make the little baby grow, and give my friend even more children to love." Max raised his glass in a mock gesture, and grinned into it while he drank his juice. He winked at Maria, who blushed even more at this moment. But then she felt Georg's hand on her own, and she turned her attention to her husband. He smiled reassuringly at her and gently rubbed her hand with his fingers, trying to tell her not to think too much about Max's obnoxious comments.
Some of the other children began whispering amongst themselves, and by what Georg picked up around the table, they all seemed very excited about having another sibling.
Whenever the baby would come, in his quiet mind Georg was pleased that his children didn't seem to resent to the thought of yet another von Trapp child.
"All right, everyone, no more talking about babies that have not even been announced yet, so if everyone would just please settle down and eat your food. Thank you." Georg tried to get his children to think of other things and added: "You also have to start making plans on what you'll be doing together with Uncle Max in the next month while Maria and I are away on our honeymoon in Paris."
This last comment was all that needed for the children's focus to shift away from Maria and a possible baby. The older ones talked mostly of how exciting it would be to visit the grand city of Paris.
When Gretl was seated again, the other children began to talk amongst themselves. They where relieved that their father had not scolded their younger sister for being so forward. They all had their own thoughts on why he hadn't been reprimanding their sister. In the old days, right after the death of their mother, he would have sent them to their rooms. But they all essentially came to the same conclusion: that Maria had forever changed their father and brought him back to them. These thoughts alone made every single von Trapp child giddy with happiness.
Georg more than felt this happiness radiating from his children. He saw it in their eyes when they occasionally stole a quick look at their father and Maria. What he saw was pure happiness and contentment, something that he had not seen in his children's eyes since before their mother had passed away. He gave them genuine smiles back, and he too felt complete in a way that he had not thought would ever happen again. They now happily chatted amongst themselves on plans for the following month.
Maria still felt the heat on her neck, but hoped that the flaming redness had been reduced on her cheeks. Her head still buzzed with the words uttered by Gretl, and the following conversation that had transpired between father and daughter. Maria had no idea how Georg could speak so calmly about what they shared last night. In her own body she still felt the tingling aftermath of their joining as husband and wife, and she tried to regain some sort of composure. In doing so, she looked around the table and what she saw made her heart warm. Every child looked more happy and content than she had ever seen them. This alone made her feel more and more at home, and she just knew that their marriage was the window God had opened for her.
She was brought out of her reverie when Georg placed his warm hand over her own. Her body filled with instant warmth as she looked down at their hands laying on the table. She looked up at her husband, and the second their eyes met she felt the room around them fade away. Back in her mind she wondered how this action seemed to have such a powerful effect on her. By all means, they were merely holding hands and looking into each others eyes! Nevertheless, she felt the heat radiating from his hand, making her skin tingling with something yet so new that she hardly even knew herself what was happening to her. All she did know was that her pulse quickened slightly when he ever so gently began to caress her knuckles with his thumb.
Georg saw and took notice of every single little change in her breathing and colouration of her face, and gave her a small lopsided grin when he saw that her composure crumpled slightly.
"Are you all right, darling?" Georg whispered, leaning over to her so no one could hear him speak.
"Wha…" her voice squeaked, and when she felt his hot breath on her cheek she gave up on speaking. She merely just nodded her head, trying to give him a reassuring smile. He winked and smiled at her; then he raised her hand, bringing it to his lips. The kiss on her hand was short, but held an untold promise on how much he too looked forward to being alone again.
He released her hand and then continued to eat his food, still very much aware of her presence right next to him. How could he not, when her unique scent of fresh mountain air and spring flowers filled his whole being? He tried not to let his façade crumple too much in the company of his children, and Max of course.
Remembering his old friend, he looked to the end of the table, where Max currently tried to look as if the tale of some of Louisa's new adventures was the most fascinating thing in the whole world. But when Georg looked closer he saw the small smirk that lingered on his friends lips, and his eyes kept looking at the other end of the table. When Max noticed Georg looking at him, his smile broadened and, in a semi-mock toast he, lifted his coffee cup and saluted his old friend. At first Georg glared at him, because he very well knew that Max knew how occupied Georg had been with his new wife. But in the end, Georg knew that it was all in a good nature, and Max never had said one bad word about his marriage to Maria. Georg lifted his own coffee cup and returned the gesture.
In the meantime, Maria had tried to focus on the food on her plate, but every time she saw Georg move or make conversation with one of the children, she felt her whole body and mind only focusing on one thing: him. Why was it that she could not even focus on doing a simple task like eating without her still thinking about her husband and what they had shared last night? And she even found herself beginning to daydream about what would happen tonight on the train; would they have a chance to be together like last night?
While still pushing her food around on the plate, her mind wandered to their honeymoon and everything that was going to happen the next month. She looked forward to seeing the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and of course the famous opera house. But all of these glorious sights seemed to fade in comparison to what she was sure would happen in their hotel room. Pictures of them in a passionate embrace in a large bed filled her mind, and she felt heat radiating from the pit of her stomach. Filling her with a newfound need, want, desire, yearning, to just be alone with her husband, she didn't knew how to really describe the emotions running wild in her body at that moment. All she knew was that she secretly wanted to bolt up from her chair and take Georg's hand and go away on their honeymoon, right now.
Just as these thoughts had entered her mind, she was pulled right out of her reverie when Georg gently touched her arm, giving her a somewhat knowing smile, as if he knew that her thoughts had, by no means, been on whether she would eat her pancakes or scrambled eggs first. The idea of him reading her mind like this made her blush even more.
"Sorry, darling, but Liesl just asked you a question." He smiled and nodded his head in the direction of his oldest daughter.
Feeling heat creep up her neck, she tried to look calm and poised when she turned her attention towards the teenager in question.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Liesl, I…well I…suppose I was drifting off a bit, I'm sorry. What did you want to ask me?" Maria smiled at the girl sitting next to her, hoping by all means that the young woman in front of her could not read minds; the poor girl would be shocked in realizing what her new mother was thinking about doing together with her father.
Liesl didn't show any sign of her having any idea of where Maria's thoughts had been; she just smiled and said: "Well, when I heard that you're going to Paris," the young woman had a hard time hiding her delight in this fact, "I was just wondering, if Father agrees of course, if you could maybe buy a new designer dress from Paris? I saw one in a magazine not long ago. And since you know your way around making dresses, you could help Father finding the right dress for me?" Liesl's eyes where bright with excitement, and she already saw that her father was warming up to the thought of buying a new dress for her.
"Oh, I would love to help your father with that." Maria turned her attention to her husband, trying to see if he agreed to this project; she had no idea on what his plans were for their trip.
"I can't see why we couldn't find time to do some dress shopping while we're in Paris, and we might as well go buy new clothes for everyone." When this last information was announced, the seven von Trapp children all shouted out in glee, and started to talk all at once. Everyone tried to tell Maria and Georg, what they wanted.
When the uproar had subsided enough for Georg to be able to speak again, he added: "No need to talk all at once! I do know that Maria knows your sizes very well, and she and I will be able to find clothes that will fit you all just perfectly." In his mind, he saw his children dressed in the play clothes he had once been rather repulsed by that Maria had made from her old drapes. He chuckled slightly at the thought, and reached over and placed his hand over hers.
Maria was comforted by his touch, but her calmness soon evaporated when Gretl's small voice piped up: "Would you also buy clothes for the new baby?" Why did the mentioning of babies make her blush so much? In the back of her mind she knew the answer for that, and it included images of her and Georg making said baby.
"All right, enough is enough! No more talking about babies, and please just know this: we will tell you when there is a baby coming, and I can assure you that there is no baby coming right now." Georg's voice was firm and strict but he had a hard time hiding the small grin playing in the corner of his mouth, especially Max noticed this. And he knew that Georg secretly hoped that a baby would soon announce its arrival.
"Oh, I don't know about that, old friend. You will spend a whole month alone with your wife, and I'm sure you'll do other…eh activities…than just shopping for new clothes." Max laughed out loud when he saw his old friend's face going red, both from a little embarrassment, and quite some anger as well.
"I said no more baby talk, and that includes you, my friend." Georg was slightly angry with his friend, but also felt that he needed to end this discussion on a happy note: "And I do hope you'll be able to keep up with my active children in the coming month; they can be quite a handful. Just ask the governesses that came here before Maria. They all failed in keeping my children in line; all it took was a headstrong young postulant to make them all behave." At this he looked lovingly at Maria, telling her how much he appreciated everything she had done for his family.
Max smiled at his friend. He saw the genuine love and adoration shining from his friend's eyes when Georg looked at Maria. He nodded his head, as if to say, "You can count on me, my friend."
Everyone finished up with their brunch, and Maria and Georg went up to their bedroom to finish packing their suitcases. They both tried to work efficiently, as they had to leave in less than half an hour, but whenever they accidently bumped into one another, they both had a hard time resisting the urge to kiss each other.
At one point, they both simultaneously just forgot whatever it was they where doing, and gave into their need to be in the other's arms. The kiss started out to be hasty and quick but it ended in a passionate kiss that made them both forget their time schedule.
Maria had her hands wrapped around his neck, letting herself get lost in the wonderful kiss they shared. In the back of her mind, she realized that she acted a bit more freely now, more than she had last night. Her mouth did take initiative to change the pace of the kiss from time to time, letting her tongue dance teasingly with his. His response was immediate: his hands slid up her back, holding her close, then he took her face in his hands, returning the kiss with even more passion.
Suddenly, they were interrupted by a soft knock on the door and the sound of Franz's voice: "Eh Captain!? Are you ready for me to take your suitcases down to the car? Your train leaves in an hour. Sir?"
Georg cursed under his breath; he had not needed this interruption, but the second he saw his now crimson-red wife, he chuckled.
"Of course, Franz, they are ready. Please do come in." While he spoke, he hastily filled the last pieces of clothing into their suitcase. When the door cautiously opened, Maria made a beeline for the bathroom; her face's colour had not returned to it's normal hue, and she would be mortified if she were to be seen by Franz with a face resembling a tomato.
The elderly butler did not look fazed by the situation. He had seen the hastily packed suitcase and the back of the fleeting bride, but he had seen far worse scenes in his lifetime working as a butler. With a curt nod, he took the two suitcases and hoisted a smaller travelling bag over his shoulder, then walked out of the room.
When Franz had left the room, Georg hurried over to knock on the door to their bathroom. "Maria, are you alright? Can I come in?"
Maria opened the door and smiled shyly up at him, as if she wanted to apologize for her fleeing to the bathroom. Georg just smiled down at her, and pulled her into his arms. He let a hand gently caress her cheek. His hand slid behind her ear and pulled her in for a short, reassuring kiss, letting her know that she had nothing to be sorry about.
"I suppose we might as well go downstairs before we get interrupted again." He sent her a quick wink and walked over to his nightstand to get his final personal things to bring on their honeymoon. Then they both walked down, hand in hand, to say goodbye to the family.
Maria felt a sense of giddiness that she had not expected herself to feel, and she wondered why she felt this way. And while she walked down the stairs with her husband, it dawned on her that within the next hour or so, they would be all alone on a train bound for Paris. It was the alone part that made her looking very much forward to the next month. With so much time alone they would have time to do so many wonderful things together, both in the city of Paris, but also within their hotel room. This last thought was the reason that by the time they reached the hallway, Maria's cheeks had a slightly pinkish hue to them. When Georg looked down at his wife, he noticed both this and the wistful expression on her face.
"Whatever are you thinking of, darling?" Georg let his mouth just barely touch her temple, his hot breath tickling her short hair, sending shivers down her spine. Trying to regain her composure she shook her head a little, then looked down at their clasped hands.
"Oh, nothing in particular. I just…well, I…You know I'm just really looking forward for this trip to Paris; it's a dream come true. And to be quite honest with you, I still feel like this is all a dream." She looked sheepishly up at his now grinning face. This made her blush even more, as she clearly saw that he perfectly well knew what she had been thinking of.
"I can assure you, darling: this is no dream. Everything you have felt so far and will experience in the future is very much real." The last three words was whispered into her ear while he encircled her into his embrace. Maria felt her knees go slightly weak, and she had to hold on to his arm in fear of her losing her balance. Georg gently kissed her temple and held her close, letting her know that he was there for her, every step of the way.
While they stood there, they where suddenly aware of the children running down the stairs. They pulled apart slightly but still held hands. When all the seven excited von Trapp children stood around them, they all started to talk at the same time; everyone wanted one last word with their father and Maria. As so it did take awhile before everyone had said their last goodbyes. All the while Franz was standing by the door waiting patiently. From time to time he would check his pocket watch, making sure they would not be late.
When the whole farewell scene had taken over ten minutes, Franz caught the eyes of Max and indicated, by pointing at his watch, that is was time for Georg and Maria to leave. Max was fast to cut into the still endless goodbyes from the children and announce that it really was time for them to leave. Before Georg moved to the door, he gave his old friend one last pat on the back and made sure he had the contact information on their hotel, just in case.
Minutes later, Georg and Maria were finally sitting in the back of the car heading towards the train station. Maria rested her head, which was still spinning a bit, on her husband's shoulder, her hand rested just under her chin. They didn't speak much, only enjoying the peace and quiet that was within the car.
Maria let her hand glide over his chest, letting it rest right over his heart, feeling the steady rhythm under her fingers. Georg relished in the solitude they now shared, and his senses were so tuned into what Maria was doing, her warm hand sending sparks of heat throughout his body. He tried to look poised and calm, as he knew Franz would have every chance of looking back at them. But within him, his emotions ran wild and suddenly he found himself wanting, with every part of his body, to just be on the train already, alone with his wife.
It did not help calm his emotions when he suddenly felt her small hand travel to the centre of his shirt, gently hovering over one of his shirt buttons. Without realizing it he held his breath, hoping beyond words that she would just let her hand stay still. When he suddenly felt her nimble fingers starting to slide in between two buttons he stilled her hand with his own.
When Maria felt Georg's hand over her own, she suddenly realized where her hand had been and she gasped in horror. The sound made Franz look into the rear view mirror but when he was met with a glare from his employer. He hastily returned his gaze on the road.
"What is it with you and buttons, darling?" Georg questioned in a whisper only meant for Maria to hear. Maria felt her face heat up, and she lowered her eyes to her hands laying in her lap.
"Oh, I don't know Georg…" Her face going redder by the second, her mind worked in overdrive to put together words that would help her describe what she felt. She twisted her fingers in nervousness, for she felt his devious grin and burning eyes on her; she didn't dare look at him just now. She knew her composure would crumble to pieces the second her eyes met his. Everything was still just so new to her and whatever it was that made her want to open buttons it sure had something to do with her passion and love for him, and her never ending curiosity for what lay behind those buttons. But could she even tell him things like this, was that even acceptable in a marriage?
"Oh, darling, you don't have to answer my silly question, it doesn't matter. I'm just curious I suppose, and I do want to know what you think, what you feel. I want to get to know you even more," he whispered into her ear. His hot breath did not soothe her raging emotions, but she could feel that he meant every word he said.
In a split second she let her mouth speak before thinking: "Those buttons always seem to be in the way of...of things...of you…of what I want to….I...I..."
Her mouth stilled and she hid her face in her hands. There it was, all out in the open; she felt ashamed of how she thought about ripping his clothes off every time they were together. That just couldn'tbe normal.
Georg pulled her gently into his arms, trying hard not to laugh, as he knew the sound of laughter would only throw her even more off balance than she already felt. He smiled while he placed a tender kiss on her hair, letting his hand gently run over her shoulder. It seemed as though there really was a very,very passionate woman hidden within his wife. That thought alone made his heart swell with something bigger than love alone. He was amazed that God had granted him this second chance of finding love, a love that he had had no hopes of finding, not until he met Maria.
"It's all right, darling. You don't have to be embarrassed about it; it's only natural that you want to be close to me. This shows me that you are as passionate as I always believed you to be. Believe me: you do not have to be embarrassed about this. To tell you the truth, I never really had a thing for buttons either…or zippers, for that matter." He lifted her chin with his hand and willed her to look at him. Her eyes where huge with wonder, and deep within them he saw her love and passion for him as well. He nodded his head in affirmation of his words as he somehow felt that she had a hard time believing him to have the same distaste of buttons.
His words swirled around in her head; she replayed them several times, especially the last part where he declared that he also didn't like buttons, or zippers for that matter. The word 'zipper' echoed inside her head, and it suddenly dawned on her that she wore a dress with a zipper. Her over-sensitive mind began daydreaming about them being alone so he could help her get out of said dress so they could…well…be close, and explore the passion they so clearly shared. The thoughts whirling in her head heated up her face even more, and as she was still looking up at him, he noticed this change immediately.
Georg had a hard time hiding the grin that threatened to break out on his lips. He was dying to know what played around in his wife's head. He had an inkling that it had something to do about the thing he said about buttons and zippers. He raised a questioning eyebrow to see if she would enlighten him on her thoughts.
When Maria saw his silent question, she gulped down a bit of air that seemed to have dislocated itself in her throat. She closed her eyes shortly and pulled from within her newfound confidence, however new and fragile it still was. Still blushing more and more red, she opened her eyes and looked straight at him and decided to just let every emotion runs it's course and let him know exactly what she thought about.
"Well, my darling…" Her voice was a low whisper, as she was very much aware of them being in a car with a driver that could almost hear anything they talked about in the back if they spoke loud enough. "I'll have you know that I'm wearing a dress with a zipper, and if you really have that much of a distaste of zippers, I suppose you'll have to help me get rid of it tonight when we're alone in our train compartment." While she spoke, her head rose higher and higher to his ear, and she sealed her statement with a short kiss just below his ear.
Georg both gasped out loud and gave a strangled laugh all at the same time: he had not expected Maria to be so straightforward and a downright temptress! But seeing her eyes flicker with worry about what she had said, he soon found his composure and pulled her in for a kiss that soon had them forgetting just where they were in that moment. Maria held on tight to the lapel of his jacket, kissing him back with newfound passion and want.
Just as Georg was about to spread tiny kisses down her jaw line and neck, they were interrupted by Franz clearing his throat. He had dared taking a peek in the rear view mirror again, and when he saw his employer kissing his new bride senseless he knew he had to get their attention as they had now arrived at the very busy train station. A place with many people who knew who Georg von Trapp was, and they would also know about the marriage between him and Maria. It would not fare well on the gossip part if they were seen in a hot embrace in their car. That was just not something people did publicly in the upper-class parts of society.
"Sir! Captain, we're at the train station, with 20 minutes to spare until your trains leaves. Gives us plenty of time to get your luggage checked in and board the train." His gave the announcement in a swift and staccato manner; he still had to get used to seeing Captain von Trapp in this new role of a happily newlywed man. Franz had seen it once before with Agathe, but he had not dared hope to ever see the image of a happy Captain von Trapp again.
Georg cleared his throat and looked around him, and they where indeed at the train station. His mind and body were still buzzing with emotions from their interlude in the car, but he knew that they had to get a move on, so they could board the train on time. Just before getting out of the car, he winked mischievously down at Maria, who by no means had her blush under control. He felt a permanent grin on his lips and guessed that he looked downright silly and very much like a man who had just been kissing his new wife senseless. He couldn't care less of what people thought about his, or Maria's, appearance; that would be their problem, he decided.
He nodded his head in thanks to Franz, who held the door for him, then Georg moved around to open Maria's door. Maria took his offered hand for help and decided that she wouldn't let go of his hand until they where on the train. The loudness of the parking place in front of the train station seemed like a huge contrast to the silence they had shared in the car. Her nerves and emotions was still on high alert, and her whole body was tuning in to what Georg was doing; everything else around her faded away.
While they weaved their way though the crowd, Franz had managed to get hold of a luggage trolley. Maria's head was still buzzing with words they had shared in the car: zippers, buttons, buttons, zippers. She was so ecstatic over the whole prospect of going away with Georg for a whole month that she hardly registered where they went. Her only constant was her firm grip on Georg's hand and from time to time his arm when they were suddenly pushed by other people.
Within ten minutes, they had found their compartment and said a final polite goodbye to Franz, who would drive the car back to the house.
Georg silently closed the door and turned to look at his wife, who was looking at the relatively large double bed in the spaciously compartment. He had made sure they had gotten the deluxe suite on the train, and when he too looked at the bed he was pleased with this. They did after all have a rather long train ride in front of them. What ever to do with so much time?
Looking closer at his wife's attire, he noticed the well-hidden zipper in her dress when she lifted her arm to test out one of the bedside lamps. He remembered her suggesting that he should help her with the offending zipper tonight. He made a quick schedule check in his head, threw caution to the wind and decided to just help her with the zipper now. They had plenty of time this mid-afternoon to have a little alone time before dinner would be served on the train.
Maria turned happily towards her husband when she heard him approach. His eyes seemed to burn with a power and passion that almost made her knees buckle under her.
When he took her in his arms, she willingly opened up to him and by instinct she rose on her toes giving him a gentle kiss. His hands roamed her back, and within mere seconds one hand found it's way to the hidden zipper. Maria was suddenly very much aware of just where his fingers where caressing her, and she broke the kiss and raised a questioning eyebrow. He grinned at her and lowered his mouth to her ear.
"Why don't I help you with this blasted zipper now?" His voice was a low timber and his hot breath tickled her hair line. Maria would have fallen to the floor if he had not held on to her with his other arm. Her emotions where running wild and she had no power over her vocal cords so she just nodded her head slowly.
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