Mmmm. I really felt like I manoeuvred myself into an impossible position
here, 'cause for 3 days I wasn't able to think of what should happen next.
(That's the problem with publishing as you go along. Next story I swear
I'll finish first before I put it up on ff.net!!)
So this chapter came out a little forced, hope you'll like it anyway...
Please let me know if I made a mess of things - but preferably with a suggestion of how to fix it, then! ;-)
Thanks, Emilyn, for your very true comment - I fixed it!
I'm not sure if this story is done now, or if there should be more... I'll think about that.
JoolsFan
Chapter 6 - Room Service
For a second, a shocked silence filled the cabin. Georg and Maria stared at the gendarmes in horror, and it slowly dawned on Fabrice and his comrade that they had managed to find the missing Captain and Baroness von Trapp - but that they were not at all in need of being rescued.
Suddenly, everybody moved at the same time. Maria and Georg grabbed at the blankets, pulling them close to cover themselves up. Maria's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and she wanted nothing more than to disappear under the blanket completely.
Georg quickly recovered from the shock.
"What are you doing here? Get out!" he shot at the two staring men, while sitting up to block Maria from sight as much as possible.
Fabrice didn't know where to look. He glanced nervously around the cabin, hoping to avoid having to look at the couple in the makeshift bed or any of the clothes that were spread all around. Finally focusing on the ceiling, Fabrice managed a stuttered apology. He took a few nervous steps back, then grabbed his partner by the sleeve, dragged him backwards and slammed the door shut.
That's a fine mess you got us into," Fabrice hissed at his partner as soon as the door of the cabin closed behind them.
"Me?? YOU were the one who suggested we'd check Mussard's cabin!" Jean-Paul protested hotly. "Besides, how could we know they'd be, you know, like that?" He looked away uncomfortably.
"We might have guessed," grumbled Fabrice, angry with himself. "Newlyweds, remember?" He stood thinking for a second and seemed to come to a conclusion.
"All right. We'll wait a little while until they are dressed, then make sure it's really them so we can report to the chief that we found them, and then get out of here as fast as we can."
As the door closed behind the gendarmes, Georg turned to Maria. She was sitting up, still clutching the blanket to her protectively and staring at him with wide eyes. Georg put his arms around her, and kissed her gently, his stern expression softening immediately as he saw her flushed face.
"Are you alright?" he whispered softly, looking into her eyes.
"Well, that was, eh, awkward to say the least," Maria said. She blinked her eyes as if she was only just realising what had happened. Shivering a bit, she bent over to look past Georg at the door. "What in the world are they doing here?"
"Well," said Georg, "I suppose you were right. Somebody must have missed us so much that they warned the police about our 'disappearance'."
Maria sighed. "If I wasn't so embarrassed I might even be flattered," she stated.
They leaned in for another kiss and Georg felt Maria relax a bit while he held her close. She pulled back to look up, and she smiled a small, but reassuring smile at him. "I really thought there was nobody for miles around," she said, and shrugged. "Guess I was wrong about that!"
"It could have been worse," said Georg.
Maria gave him a blank stare.
"What do you mean? I've never felt so embarrassed in my life!"
Georg gave her a quick kiss.
"They could have been here 15 minutes ago."
And grinning as he saw Maria's eyes widening and her cheeks turning even redder, he got up and started getting dressed.
***
"You're quiet," Georg observed as he took a bite of his omelette. The dining room of the hotel was filled with softly murmuring guests, enjoying a late lunch.
Maria looked up from her salad and nodded. "The hot shower made me a bit sleepy, I think. That wooden floor wasn't very comfortable, so I didn't sleep much last night, and I'm a little tired."
"Not to mention shaken by a rather unusual experience," Georg added.
"Yes, that too." She looked down at her plate, vividly recalling her embarrassment. "Aren't you tired then?" she asked.
"No, not really. I slept like a baby," said Georg.
"You would have." Maria smiled at him teasingly. "You're not so young you know, and all that exercise."
"Surely you're not suggesting I'm old and worn," he said, trying to look stern and pointing at her with his fork. Because of the bits of egg dangling from it, this gesture didn't look quite as impressive as he'd hoped.
"No, darling, I wouldn't dare! Only I thought that maybe you'd like to lie down a bit after lunch, like me. But of course with your incredible physical condition there's no need for an afternoon nap.." She looked at him quite innocently and took a bite of her salad.
Georg looked at her over his raised fork. He put his hand down slowly, his eyes still fixed on her face, while she tried to pretend she didn't notice.
"You know," Georg began while putting his hand to his mouth to cover a fake yawn. "I guess an afternoon nap might not be such a bad idea."
"What, dear," asked Maria, turning her head to him, trying to look as if she hadn't been paying attention.
But Georg was already standing up, holding the back of Maria's chair and extending his hand to help her up as well.
"But the food.." Maria gestured at their plates, but allowed Georg to help her stand up from her chair. Georg placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her out of the dining room.
"We can get room service. And don't worry, they always knock, first!"
So this chapter came out a little forced, hope you'll like it anyway...
Please let me know if I made a mess of things - but preferably with a suggestion of how to fix it, then! ;-)
Thanks, Emilyn, for your very true comment - I fixed it!
I'm not sure if this story is done now, or if there should be more... I'll think about that.
JoolsFan
Chapter 6 - Room Service
For a second, a shocked silence filled the cabin. Georg and Maria stared at the gendarmes in horror, and it slowly dawned on Fabrice and his comrade that they had managed to find the missing Captain and Baroness von Trapp - but that they were not at all in need of being rescued.
Suddenly, everybody moved at the same time. Maria and Georg grabbed at the blankets, pulling them close to cover themselves up. Maria's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and she wanted nothing more than to disappear under the blanket completely.
Georg quickly recovered from the shock.
"What are you doing here? Get out!" he shot at the two staring men, while sitting up to block Maria from sight as much as possible.
Fabrice didn't know where to look. He glanced nervously around the cabin, hoping to avoid having to look at the couple in the makeshift bed or any of the clothes that were spread all around. Finally focusing on the ceiling, Fabrice managed a stuttered apology. He took a few nervous steps back, then grabbed his partner by the sleeve, dragged him backwards and slammed the door shut.
That's a fine mess you got us into," Fabrice hissed at his partner as soon as the door of the cabin closed behind them.
"Me?? YOU were the one who suggested we'd check Mussard's cabin!" Jean-Paul protested hotly. "Besides, how could we know they'd be, you know, like that?" He looked away uncomfortably.
"We might have guessed," grumbled Fabrice, angry with himself. "Newlyweds, remember?" He stood thinking for a second and seemed to come to a conclusion.
"All right. We'll wait a little while until they are dressed, then make sure it's really them so we can report to the chief that we found them, and then get out of here as fast as we can."
As the door closed behind the gendarmes, Georg turned to Maria. She was sitting up, still clutching the blanket to her protectively and staring at him with wide eyes. Georg put his arms around her, and kissed her gently, his stern expression softening immediately as he saw her flushed face.
"Are you alright?" he whispered softly, looking into her eyes.
"Well, that was, eh, awkward to say the least," Maria said. She blinked her eyes as if she was only just realising what had happened. Shivering a bit, she bent over to look past Georg at the door. "What in the world are they doing here?"
"Well," said Georg, "I suppose you were right. Somebody must have missed us so much that they warned the police about our 'disappearance'."
Maria sighed. "If I wasn't so embarrassed I might even be flattered," she stated.
They leaned in for another kiss and Georg felt Maria relax a bit while he held her close. She pulled back to look up, and she smiled a small, but reassuring smile at him. "I really thought there was nobody for miles around," she said, and shrugged. "Guess I was wrong about that!"
"It could have been worse," said Georg.
Maria gave him a blank stare.
"What do you mean? I've never felt so embarrassed in my life!"
Georg gave her a quick kiss.
"They could have been here 15 minutes ago."
And grinning as he saw Maria's eyes widening and her cheeks turning even redder, he got up and started getting dressed.
***
"You're quiet," Georg observed as he took a bite of his omelette. The dining room of the hotel was filled with softly murmuring guests, enjoying a late lunch.
Maria looked up from her salad and nodded. "The hot shower made me a bit sleepy, I think. That wooden floor wasn't very comfortable, so I didn't sleep much last night, and I'm a little tired."
"Not to mention shaken by a rather unusual experience," Georg added.
"Yes, that too." She looked down at her plate, vividly recalling her embarrassment. "Aren't you tired then?" she asked.
"No, not really. I slept like a baby," said Georg.
"You would have." Maria smiled at him teasingly. "You're not so young you know, and all that exercise."
"Surely you're not suggesting I'm old and worn," he said, trying to look stern and pointing at her with his fork. Because of the bits of egg dangling from it, this gesture didn't look quite as impressive as he'd hoped.
"No, darling, I wouldn't dare! Only I thought that maybe you'd like to lie down a bit after lunch, like me. But of course with your incredible physical condition there's no need for an afternoon nap.." She looked at him quite innocently and took a bite of her salad.
Georg looked at her over his raised fork. He put his hand down slowly, his eyes still fixed on her face, while she tried to pretend she didn't notice.
"You know," Georg began while putting his hand to his mouth to cover a fake yawn. "I guess an afternoon nap might not be such a bad idea."
"What, dear," asked Maria, turning her head to him, trying to look as if she hadn't been paying attention.
But Georg was already standing up, holding the back of Maria's chair and extending his hand to help her up as well.
"But the food.." Maria gestured at their plates, but allowed Georg to help her stand up from her chair. Georg placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her out of the dining room.
"We can get room service. And don't worry, they always knock, first!"