She sighed as he thrust deeply, tossing her head back as her body bounced from the intensity. She felt her bare backside sliding against the hard wooden desk beneath her, her skirts pulled up about her waist. Having him inside of her after such time spent resisting felt like magic, and their bodies responded deliciously.

After the children were in bed, she knocked upon the door of his study to loudly inquire about new material for play clothes. Once they were sure no one was listening, she kissed him without hesitation, much to his delight. He backed her against his desk, she tossed his pants around his ankles, and upon removing her panties, he thrust into her as if he had been suffering terribly without her.

He kissed her hard as he felt her walls clinching around him, her body shivering and becoming weak beneath his thrusts. She bit his lip, moaning quietly into his mouth, and that was all it took for him to let go, spilling deep inside of her and groaning in complete ecstasy.

When their bodies finally stopped convulsing, he slowed his movements to a stop, placing a deep kiss upon her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, still holding him tightly between her legs. When he finally pulled away, he gave her a sweet, pleasure-filled smile, which she returned in equal measure.

"I certainly didn't expect that." She smiled at his breathless words, giving him a squeeze with her legs before letting him go. He pulled out and found her panties on the floor, handing them to her before pulling up his own pants and putting himself back together.

"I'm afraid it couldn't be helped. I've become quite addicted." She jumped off the desk, landing upon wobbly legs. He handed her some tissues to clean up, which made her blush, but she accepted them and did so after he turned away to make a drink.

"Are you addicted to me or the act itself?" She gave a quick laugh, stepping into her panties and straightening out her dress.

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe both? I'm afraid I don't have a basis for comparison." He turned around and handed her a glass of something dark, she looked at the liquid with a furrowed brow.

"I don't like to drink alone." He took a sip of his and sighed at the burning sensation down his throat. She simply stared at her glass, not sure that was a temptation she wanted to give in to. "It won't hurt you."

"You know how I feel about alcohol."

"Then don't drink it, but I assure you that you will feel quite a lovely affect after what we just did." He kissed her lips before making his way to the sofa against the wall, relaxing as he sat.

"I think the act itself did the trick, but if you insist." She brought the glass to her lips and took a drink, immediately coughing and spitting the liquid back into her glass in the most unladylike fashion. Her mouth and throat burned from the taste, her eyes watering. "What the hell is this?"

"Brandy." He laughed wholeheartedly, trying his best to keep quiet so they wouldn't be heard together. She grimaced and sat the glass upon his desk before joining him in the couch.

"Well it's awful. What a nasty trick to play on me."

"I promise I wasn't." He stifled his laughter, hopeful he wasn't making her feel badly in any way. "I've never heard you swear, Fraulein." She rolled her eyes.

"You caught me off guard."

"Do postulants often swear?"

"I wouldn't know, would I? Clearly I am no longer one." He stopped teasing at that, and she felt terrible for stopping the fun with reality. She didn't mean to share her own disdain by bringing it up like that. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For being rude."

"We do need to talk about real things, Maria." She clasped her hands on her lap, nodding in agreement.

"Yes, we probably need to set some boundaries or rules for this...whatever it is." He looked at her wide-eyed.

"You want to set rules? You're a terrible rule follower." She brought a hand to her chest and feigned offense.

"You don't know me well; I am great about following rules that are reasonable." He smiled, taking her hand in his own, studying it.

"I know you quite well, in fact." She met his eyes as he continued stroking her hand between them. "What are your rules?"

"I'm still leaving in September, so it can only go on until then. We have to stop if one of us develops feelings or if anyone becomes suspicious."

"Who would ever guess?" He chuckled, but she knew his future fiancée would certainly guess if they weren't careful.

"I'm serious."

"I know you are." She nodded, her eyes on his fingers stroking her own. "But now I have some rules of my own to add."

"I can't wait." Her sarcasm was not lost on him, and he squeezed her hand to get her attention back to his eyes. She gave him a small smile.

"First off, I would like it very much if you would stay on past September."

"As what?"

"The governess, of course."

"Ah, governess by day, and what exactly by night?"

"That's not what I mean. The children would be devastated if you left." He didn't add that he would be too, as he didn't want her to get the wrong impression. She knew what he meant though.

"Georg, you have got to figure out the future of your relationship, and what she'll mean to the children. They won't need a governess once you propose."

"That brings me to my first rule. You do not get to talk to me like you're the moral compass in this situation. We're both in the wrong." Her eyes widened, as he took another drink. She hadn't meant to do that. She supposed she could afford to be the one to impress morals when she was an innocent, virtuous postulant.

"I...didn't realize I did that."

"Well you aren't allowed to anymore. And we're not allowed to talk about how guilty we feel or what terrible people we are. We are only to enjoy the time together as it is." She nodded, knowing that would be easier said than done.

"Should we shake hands?" He laughed at her tone of voice, and she gave him a soft smile. He tapped the back of her hand once.

"Once means my room." He tapped her hand twice. "And twice means yours."

"You and your signals."

"Unless you have a better way? I'm sure someone would catch on if I simply asked you to my bedroom."

"Fine then, anything else, Captain?" He pulled her close to him by her hand, the one he had been caressing throughout their conversation. She looked into his eyes, biting her lip at their close proximity.

"Do you really mean this to be nothing but sex?" She blushed, wishing it didn't sound so vulgar.

"Yes." He nodded, knowing where to place his boundary line. If she intended to have no feelings, he could only do the same.

"Then that's what it will be to me too."

"Good. What else?"

"Kiss me." She obeyed immediately, her lips passionately pressed against his. And with the kiss, they sealed their agreement.