thinking 'bout you
A/N: This has no plot, just a whole lot of steamy fluff that I had way too much fun writing. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Setting: au, no Anschluss, family still in Austria
Song: "Thinking Bout You" by Ariana Grande
I've been thinkin' bout you
Yeah, I've been missing you
Where the hell are you
Oh, when I need you?
I could still hear your voice
I ain't got no choice
'Cause I'm here all alone
I know I can't wait 'til you get home
Oh, I don't have you here with me
But at least I have the memory
I try to make it through the night
But I can't control my mind
I'm just thinkin' 'bout you
I'm thinkin' 'bout you
I'm thinkin' 'bout you
"Georg?"
The naval captain's heart still skipped a beat at the sound of his wife's musical voice, even on the phone.
"Yes, my love?"
"Remind me how long until you come back to me?"
"Three days," he sighed, his fingers fidgeting restlessly on his knee.
It had been seven torturous days apart. Georg was called away on a consulting trip to Italy to finalize new submarine plans he had been working on for a year. It was originally supposed to last for three days, which was why he went by himself. However, the company ran into several issues and required him to extend his stay.
It had been the longest week of his life for many reasons – the primary one being this was the first time he was away from Maria since returning from their honeymoon three months ago.
During those six weeks, he discovered his young bride loved nothing more than to run him ragged – in or out of the bedroom. She was so earnest and passionate in her desires it only further endeared her to him. She had exceeded all his hopes and dreams, but Georg had to admit… he was exhausted, but not so exhausted he needed a whole week away from her.
She let out a breathy sigh.
"Would it be indecent of me to say I miss you terribly?"
Georg lightly chuckled, and though she couldn't see, he shook his head.
"Not at all."
"Desperately?"
"Hm…"
"Passionately?"
He gently groaned and rumbled, "Definitely."
"I'll settle for desperately then," she whispered.
"Oh, no," he countered, "I'd rather have passionately."*
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself. He longed to reach out and feel his wife's soft skin and lithe body. Feeling desire pool in his lower stomach, he needed to change the subject to something that would hopefully make them both less miserable.
"How are the children?"
"Perfectly fine," she assured, her tone changing at the mention of their brood. "But missing their father terribly. Our youngest daughters took advantage of the fact you have been gone and snuck into our room the first night you left."
"Maria, I told them-"
"I know, I know," she interrupted. "But they miss you so much, and I do too. I couldn't sleep the first night either because you weren't there to keep me warm."
Georg chuckled. "I have to admit; it has been nice not waking up with ice-cold feet against my legs."
He couldn't see, but Georg was sure his wife rolled her eyes before huffing, "They're not that cold."
"Oh-ho, how would you know, dear Baroness? They are not pressing up against your legs!"
"Enough about my cold feet!" Maria laughed. "I need to warn you that Liesl is going to be asking about her escort for the debutante ball when you return."
"Not this again, Maria. We told her she needed to focus on her studies before she can even think about her debut."
"No," she clarified. "You told her that, and you already know she is excelling at everything this year, not to mention she is participating in speech and taking singing lessons."
Despite Georg knowing his wife had a point, he didn't want to think about the stress and complications it will add to his daughter's life. After she debuts, he will have to worry about protecting her from all the lecherous youth who will not be good enough for her, and he – and Maria – will be left to pick up the pieces if they break her heart.
"Regardless, it won't be for several months!"
"Darling, I know you don't like to think about it, but she is growing up and needs to begin thinking about her public life. You can't lock her in the nursery forever – which is another thing she's going to be bringing up when you return…."
"Alright, alright, I am warned enough," he answered agitatedly, wanting to switch the subject. Needing to expel some energy, he stood up from the sofa and began pacing back and forth near the phone stand. "Enough about our eldest; how are the rest of the children?"
"Busy as ever with school and their extracurriculars. Gretl is proud of her most recent achievements with writing her alphabet. Louisa is excelling in math. Oh, you will be home for Brigitta's poetry performance, right?"
"On Saturday? Yes, I should be back early that morning." At the thought, he brightened, and a cheeky smile came over his face. "I hope you are prepared to give your husband a proper welcome home."
"I am more than ready," she sighed dreamily, and Georg flexed his fingers involuntarily, wishing he could kiss her senseless right now. After a pause, she asked him, "Do you know where I am?"
"In the salon?"
"No," she lowly answered. "Try again."
"Well, the only other place we have a phone is in my study."
"Ding-ding, you are correct," she cheered. "I see why you enjoy being in here so much. It's so nice and quiet, and your desk chair is terribly comfortable. I realized I hadn't actually sat in it yet."
Georg raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean? You've definitely sat in it before."
"Yes, darling, but you have always been under me," she laughed, and he joined her after realizing the technicality.
"I suppose that is a fair loophole," he lowly chuckled. "I certainly wish I was there with you."
"Mm," she mused. "Though this chair is nice on its own, I do prefer sitting on you, with your firm chest pressed against my back."
A bolt of desire shot straight down Georg's back, and he bit the inside of his cheek.
"Maria-"
"And it's so frustrating," she continued. "Because if I close my eyes, I can feel you right under me, your hands running up and down my stomach and gripping my hips, your hot breath on my neck."
Georg felt his mouth dry. Countless memories of her sitting on him flashed through his mind. He could feel the ghost of her delightful curves yielding to his strong body as she would settle into his welcome embrace.
"I can't seem to escape you anywhere in this house despite you being gone. Even walking down the hallway, I can feel your hand on my back, or I think I hear your deep chuckles from another room, and I miss you."
Her confession pulled at his heart, and yearning replaced desire momentarily what he wouldn't give to take her hand or to see her smile just for a moment. But then, that yearning was quickly pushed aside to make room for lust again as her voice became silky smooth.
"It's the worst at night," she breathed. "I'm enveloped in your scent, and I can feel the ghost of your touch, but you're not really there. It's torture."
Georg grunted and flexed his fingers again, itching to touch her.
"I can't settle down. The memories of what we did before you left keep me up." Her velvety voice dropped an octave, and he could imagine her chest rapidly rising and falling. "My back still hurts from arching so high. I don't know how you managed to make me feel that good." Georg bit back a moan at the memory. "I wake from my dreams with your name on my lips, but you are nowhere to be found, and I know if I go back to sleep, it will just happen again. I ache for you, Georg."
"Maria," he choked out. "I-"
"I also keep imagining the things you might do to me when you come back. It was incredibly cruel for you not to elaborate," she pouted.
He could perfectly picture her lush lower lip pursed forward in annoyance and that adorable furrow of her brow. She probably even had her arms crossed over her delectable chest.
"You know how active my imagination is now that you've taught me a thing or two, and my subconscious can't stop guessing what you might do – even though we are not in Paris anymore."
"Mm," was all he could manage. He found himself struggling to focus on their conversations as the memories from their "lessons" throughout their honeymoon came rushing back.
It only took Maria three weeks before she began teaching him a thing or two. The first night it happened, he woke up with her body desperately pressed against his. She looked over at him with those lust-filled eyes, so dilated he couldn't even see their blue hue. He could tell there was something she wanted to tell him, so he waited patiently for her to find her voice. When she did, he was greatly rewarded. Maria explained her dream in slow, agonizing detail so he could bring it to life. It was common for Georg to wake up with his wife on top of him from that night on, just waiting to share.
"I can't stop thinking about you, Georg. I need you to come home."
Her husband gritted his teeth, mind already beginning to strategize an exit plan out of Italy as soon as possible.
"I'll be home soon, my love, and we will make up for lost time."
"Promise?" she begged, her voice laced with longing.
"I swear it." To try and calm his rapidly beating heart, he took a deep breath and glanced over to the clock. "Now, I'm sure the children are ready for you to join them for dinner." She sighed, and he could imagine her standing up, steeling herself.
"Yes, I hear them bounding down the stairs," she murmured, and Georg could hear a slight rustling as she moved the phone against her shoulder to respond to one of their children before turning her attention back to him. "That was Brigitta. As you foretold, it is indeed time for dinner. I love you."
His heart pulled at the shift of her voice. Instead of passionate and longing, it was soft and sincere, causing him to ache for her even more.
"I love you too, Maria. I'll see you soon."
After a rowdy dinner and a chaotic bedtime, Maria gratefully sank into the large bed. After hanging up with Georg, the children were a whirlwind of excitement from their busy days at school. Despite being utterly distracted by her delicious conversation with her husband still, she tried to listen with rapt attention. Thankfully, the children were so preoccupied with each other; they didn't seem to notice.
She languidly stretched out against their comfortable sheets and again fell into a restless sleep. The dreams became so vivid, she could feel the ghost of her husband's body under her fingertips, and his scent invaded her space, only increasing her desire. She couldn't get enough in her trancelike state, and she huffed in frustration when he began to reach out to her, but not touching – delaying her desire.
But then, suddenly, he did. The pads of his strong fingers began running down her arms, settling on her waist. A mix of sandalwood and musk became all-consuming as her nose pressed into his hair, and she gasped in surprise as his hot breath burned against her neck.
"Hello, my love," he rumbled in response, and she felt a long trail of kisses down the column of her neck. Realizing these sensations were entirely too overwhelming to be only in her imagination, she opened her eyes, and there her husband was, disheveled, still in his traveling clothes. He loomed over her with lust-filled eyes that made her stomach pleasantly flip.
"What are you doing here?" she gasped. "You said you wouldn't be home until Saturday."
He gave her a rakish smile and began stripping off his jacket and shirt, uncharacteristically throwing them to the floor.
"I did some quick rearranging right after we hung up, made my excuses to the Italians, and left as soon as I could. It's nearly midnight."
"But-" He raised a finger to her lips and shook his head.
"I'll explain more later," he promised impatiently. "Right now, I am rather desperate for you, and I need you to make a decision: Do you want me to do what I planned to do for when I returned…" He roguishly swept his hand down her side and began raising the hemline of her nightgown, exposing her toned thighs that were trembling with desire. "Or do you want to describe exactly what you were just dreaming about?"
"Mm," she moaned, biting her lip. "I want you to do what you planned. I've waited long enough." She squirmed impatiently as his hands made their way back down her exposed flesh. His breath burned against her neck, and she bit her lip in anticipation.
A devilish grin curled across his lips and his eyes glinted with desire.
"Excellent. Now, raise your hands above your head, Fraulein, and try your best to remain quiet. I need you to listen very closely…."
*This exchange is inspired by Darling Lili. It's one of my favorite parts of the movie.
There you have it! As I said, zero plot, but still fun! I highly recommend listening to the song to get an idea of how desperate I imagine Maria in this story. Thank you for reading, and please tell me what you thought! xx