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A/N: This is a fluffy little vignette about Maria and Georg. It's my first published story so reviews are greatly appreciated both good and bad. I hope you enjoy reading it!

As Maria began to wake from her sleep she shut her eyes tighter and hid her face in her pillow. The sun was streaming brightly through the window and trying to bring her into full consciousness. And just when she was having the most wonderful dream too. She was walking up the isle and about to marry the Captain when she awoke. Suddenly, she heard and felt a deep chuckle emanate from the pillow beside her. She looked up to see Georg smiling down at her.

"Tired darling?" He asked her. The Captain had woken about ten minutes ago and contented himself with watching his new bride sleep next to him. Her head was lying over part of his chest and shoulder and one of her arms was holding him across his abdomen. They had been married just the morning before and Georg knew he was the luckiest man on earth.

After the reception, which took place in the late morning, they bid goodbye to Max and the children and immediately set off on the train to Paris. Both had dozed off somewhat on the train after having had many hectic days planning the wedding. Plus, neither Maria nor Georg had gotten much sleep the night before as they were too nervous. Thus, by the time they arrived in Paris they weren't exactly sleepy but it was too late to explore the city. After Georg carried Maria over the threshold of the honeymoon suite they had spent some time talking in front of the fire before deciding to move to the bedroom. Despite the anxiety of both, it was a night that left each completely sated and feeling more loved and in love than either had experienced.

As Georg had watched Maria sleeping next to him he felt that love and tenderness swell in his heart once more, and not without the desire to repeat the actions of last night every night for the rest of their lives together. They had stayed entwined in each others arms throughout the time that they had slept. It would be wrong to say throughout the night as they had not gone to sleep until early in the morning.

Georg enjoyed seeing the content expression on Maria's visage as she slept and wanted to remember everything about her. His gaze began with her disheveled, strawberry blond hair and the fringe that fell across her forehead. It moved down the curve of her jaw and cheek to her lips and nose, the latter of which he had come to adore and not only because she often complained about the ski-slope shape of it. He remembered the longing that he felt when he had first realized his love for Maria and noticed just how pink and plump her lips were. Now he knew their sweet taste and his appetite for them had taken a while to sink in with Maria. Georg's inspection continued down the soft skin of her neck and swept over her shoulders. He was finally seeing Maria in the light of day and the sunshine seemed to add a glow to her skin that made her look even more like the angel he knew her to be.

He had then tightened his arms around her waist and she had let out a sigh as she snuggled into him a bit. While relishing in the feeling of skin on skin Georg's line of vision moved to her chest and watched it rise and fall for a moment before taking in the exquisite image of her breasts. Last night he had explored just how firm and perfectly curved they were, much to the pleasure of his wife, and now he admired her figure once more. The sheets of their bed hid the rest of her body from view and he sighed as his gaze returned to her serene visage. Just then he noticed her eyelids squeeze tightly shut and her face turned away from the sun and into him.

As Georg's question registered in Maria's brain the events of the past day and night came back to her and she smiled. Her dream was really a wonderful memory that she would keep always. She blushed a little when she realized the state that she was in but her smile never faltered as she replied, "A little. But it isn't exactly my fault if I am." Despite her inexperience she thoroughly enjoyed this newfound closeness with her Captain and took pleasure in teasing him when she could.

"Oh-ho I'm not so sure about that Fraulien. You tired me out quite a bit as well." He lowered his head slightly to place a firm but gentle kiss on her lips as her blush deepened somewhat.

When he pulled back, Maria reached up her hand to finger a lock of his disarranged hair and admire his hair, strong jaw, and blue-grey eyes. She shivered, partly from the slight chill she was feeling from the lack of blankets on her torso and partly from the way he was looking at her.

He noticed. "Are you cold?"

"Just barely, but yes. It's a little too cold in here."

"Well, I think I can fix that." Without hesitation he rolled them over so he was lying atop her and she gasped at the sudden movement then giggled. He raised his eyebrow at her and tried to look stern. "Is something amusing Fraulien?"

However, Maria had become an expert in seeing through his facades and laughed lightly but it grew into a full laugh as Georg began to tickle her sides. She squirmed under him amidst her pleas for him to stop and finally mustered up enough strength to push him over so that she was on top. His fingers ceased their movement with his surprise at her bold move and then he ran his hands up and down, stroking her sides and hips lovingly.

Maria pulled her face a short distance away from Georg's and gave him a brilliant smile of triumph.

"Do you still feel cold Maria?"

She immediately opened her mouth to reply in the negative then closed both her eyes and mouth as she pondered how to best answer his simple question, how to put into words exactly what she felt. She ran her hands from his waist, up his sides, and over his chest as she replied, "I feel…I feel such pleasure I've never known."

"Comfort," she said as his arms slowly wrapped around her. "Happiness," as her thumb traced the smile playing at his lips. "Warmth," as her fingers reached the edge of his hair.

"So my method worked did it?" Georg teased her. Although he adored the light-hearted bantering that they often engaged in, he also loved Maria's honesty and her simple statements were filled with that truth.

She opened her eyes and gave a slight chuckle as she leaned forward so her face was only about an inch or two from his. Her eyes were fixed on his hair as she twisted it around her fingers and she continued to think of how to explain all of the things she felt for him and from him. Suddenly, her fingers stopped and her face turned serious as her eyes met his.

The intensity of her gaze made him draw a deep breath and his smile faded as he forgot about everything but her clear blue eyes.

"I feel…love," she whispered. Then her eyes closed again and her lips met his in a kiss that both would surely remember for the rest of their lives. Their first kiss as a married couple had been the day before at their wedding and they had certainly shared many more since then. However, those had not been nearly as important or as intimate as this one.

This kiss embodied everything that Maria had wanted to say, everything that Georg was thinking, and every promise that they had made to each other the day before. In truth, it was not a kiss, it was much more. It was a true promise. One that would be tested but never broken and strengthened but never weakened.

It was love.