Naked and Hidden
Written by: Maria's Georg
Rating: PG-13 (for slight violence. No not the kind of violence your thinking about.)
Classification: Romance, slight violence and slight comedy
Pairing: Maria/Georg
Summary: "Gossiping Gaily with bores I detest, soaking myself in champagne, stumbling about the waltzes by Strausses I can't even remember."
Disclaimer: The Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox. This time the plot and dialogue cometh from my brain. And trust me it was easier to write! Hehe!
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A/N: Thanks all for the juicy reviews! I'm so excited about the response to this fanfic! I hope you all enjoy the next chapter, I had so much fun writing it and the slight comedic moment.hehe. You shall see. As you can see imnotacommitee I've changed the summary at the top with a capital 'S'. And for the record I'm still not even sure if Strausses is spelt correctly.Word usually helps me with those things.but sometimes it doesn't recognize words.
- A word about the summary: I just love the summary to this fanfic! Such a tantalizing line from the film! I can't take credit for it that of which goes to Ernest Lehman and Chris Plummer.
- And yet again grammar seems to be late, it called in a few minutes ago and was complaining about being stuck in traffic this morning.although I think that's its excuse for being lazy and incompetent, the roads are in worse condition than the backed up traffic.
End - grotesque A/N
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~ * Alone * ~
Maria watched from the shadows, It had been Ten minutes since Georg left. She wanted to make sure he was gone and out of sight before she left for home. Once she was sure he was gone; she headed out into the open night. Guests were still piling into their fancy cars, but the majority of them had left already.
She immediately felt the coldness of the night air, and responded with a shiver. Once out of sight of the other guests she slipped her shoes off and felt the rough hard ground beneath her feet. Digging her fingers into the heels of the white satin shoes with her right hand. She carefully scrunched a fist full of white silk with the other, as to prevent it from collecting dirt particles from the ground. The piece of paper crunched up under her fingers, as she held it against her silk dress.
She kept her head up, trying to find her way in the dark. Luckily she had a path to follow that would lead her straight home. The busses didn't run this late in the evening, despite that, it would take her at least an hour and half to get back.
Despite the slightly damp ground, the dirt crumbs crunched underneath her naked feet. They also seemed to collect in between the low crevices of her toes and the bottom of her feet. She attempted to avoid all rocks, unfortunately she couldn't miss them all. An hour and half of this, she'd finally reached home and her feet were red and blistered.
Entering the back door to the kitchen, she wiped her feet off onto the matt that lay before her. Not quite getting all of the remains of the road off her feet she set down the satin shoes on a near by counter. Grabbing a clean wet rag from the sink, she wiped off the dirt particles from her crevices and feet. Squeezing the rest of the wet rag into the sink, she finished up and moved up the old staircase to the East Wing where she slept.
Silently entering her room she collapsed on her bed, dead tired. But she mustn't allow sleep to take over just yet. Shoving herself off the bed, she looked down the slip of white paper still clutched in her hand. Sighing she clenched her fist and slipped the piece of paper into a drawer next to her bed. Slipping off the dress as carefully as she could, she set it neatly on her bed. She quickly changed into her nightgown. She took the dress into the 'dressing room' and hung it up on its rack. Taking off the big brown wig she placed it back on its white bald plaster bust.
She then returned back to her room. Where she let sleep and delicious thoughts of Georg von Trapp invade her.
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Warm water filled the tub; steam had formed a musty film at the top. Smothering the room. Carefully, she slipped one naked foot in. She immediately felt the effect of the water's temperature. Causing her to turn off the water tap. Finally followed by the other, she sat on the edge of the tub her skirt bunched up to prevent water from saturating it. She allowed the water to erase her adventurous endeavor the night before. Sighing she took a sponge, from the corner of the tub. And began to lightly massage her blistered feet. The silence of the room allowed her thoughts to drift off to the night before.
She knew she couldn't reveal to him that she was just a maid and not a gloriously rich mistress as he thought. It just wasn't right. But that's how she would stay forever in his mind. She attempted to push him from her mind. Silently vowing to forget about him and that glorious night. It wasn't going to be easy, but she'd manage. It just simply wasn't meant to be.
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Taking a rag out of the wooden bucket full of water, she rang out the excess contents of the soap and water and began to scrub a new section of the ceramic floor. It was the same as it always ways; Clean until sparking. Until you could see yourself in it. She moved the rag back and forth scrubbing its contents into the floor, wiping off any unwanted particles.
"Maria"
"Maria!" Maria's eyes flicked up to see housekeeper Isolde moving towards her at top speed. She was a big burly woman, who knew exactly how to run a household. Maria noticed the white satin shoes hanging from her left hand. Maria's face turned horrified. How could she have forgotten about the shoes?
"Maria, why were Mistress Vogel's shoes on the kitchen table?" Maria stood to meet her stony gaze, from her place on the floor.
"I'm sorry, I must have forgotten them, after I cleaned them." Maria felt a rush of warmth race to her cheeks, doing her best to get out of the situation.
"See that it doesn't happen again."
"Yes, ma'am." Maria let out a long breathe she hadn't suspected a thing.
During the week, Maria had been told to clean her mistresses shoe collection. Thus, she had the perfect excuse. No one suspected a thing. Weeks before Maria had overheard the mistress gossiping about the extravagant gala with a group of her society friends. It perked her interest. She'd never been to one of those parties, the elegance of it all. It excited her and she longed to go. The mistress had taken ill and had been unable to attend the gala.
When the mistress became ill, she knew it was her chance to slip out with one of her extravagant dresses, and the beautiful satin shoes she'd been expected to clean. She'd look out of place at a gala with short hair all of the society women had long beautiful hair. Thankfully her mistress had a collection of long brown wigs, in case her own hair wouldn't style the way she wanted it.
Maria finished scrubbing the last spot in that section and proceeded to scrub the final and last section of the ceramic tiled floor. As she worked her thoughts trailed to Georg von Trapp. She tried to shake the thoughts from her head, concentrating at the task at hand.
Tbc
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Written by: Maria's Georg
Rating: PG-13 (for slight violence. No not the kind of violence your thinking about.)
Classification: Romance, slight violence and slight comedy
Pairing: Maria/Georg
Summary: "Gossiping Gaily with bores I detest, soaking myself in champagne, stumbling about the waltzes by Strausses I can't even remember."
Disclaimer: The Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox. This time the plot and dialogue cometh from my brain. And trust me it was easier to write! Hehe!
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A/N: Thanks all for the juicy reviews! I'm so excited about the response to this fanfic! I hope you all enjoy the next chapter, I had so much fun writing it and the slight comedic moment.hehe. You shall see. As you can see imnotacommitee I've changed the summary at the top with a capital 'S'. And for the record I'm still not even sure if Strausses is spelt correctly.Word usually helps me with those things.but sometimes it doesn't recognize words.
- A word about the summary: I just love the summary to this fanfic! Such a tantalizing line from the film! I can't take credit for it that of which goes to Ernest Lehman and Chris Plummer.
- And yet again grammar seems to be late, it called in a few minutes ago and was complaining about being stuck in traffic this morning.although I think that's its excuse for being lazy and incompetent, the roads are in worse condition than the backed up traffic.
End - grotesque A/N
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~ * Alone * ~
Maria watched from the shadows, It had been Ten minutes since Georg left. She wanted to make sure he was gone and out of sight before she left for home. Once she was sure he was gone; she headed out into the open night. Guests were still piling into their fancy cars, but the majority of them had left already.
She immediately felt the coldness of the night air, and responded with a shiver. Once out of sight of the other guests she slipped her shoes off and felt the rough hard ground beneath her feet. Digging her fingers into the heels of the white satin shoes with her right hand. She carefully scrunched a fist full of white silk with the other, as to prevent it from collecting dirt particles from the ground. The piece of paper crunched up under her fingers, as she held it against her silk dress.
She kept her head up, trying to find her way in the dark. Luckily she had a path to follow that would lead her straight home. The busses didn't run this late in the evening, despite that, it would take her at least an hour and half to get back.
Despite the slightly damp ground, the dirt crumbs crunched underneath her naked feet. They also seemed to collect in between the low crevices of her toes and the bottom of her feet. She attempted to avoid all rocks, unfortunately she couldn't miss them all. An hour and half of this, she'd finally reached home and her feet were red and blistered.
Entering the back door to the kitchen, she wiped her feet off onto the matt that lay before her. Not quite getting all of the remains of the road off her feet she set down the satin shoes on a near by counter. Grabbing a clean wet rag from the sink, she wiped off the dirt particles from her crevices and feet. Squeezing the rest of the wet rag into the sink, she finished up and moved up the old staircase to the East Wing where she slept.
Silently entering her room she collapsed on her bed, dead tired. But she mustn't allow sleep to take over just yet. Shoving herself off the bed, she looked down the slip of white paper still clutched in her hand. Sighing she clenched her fist and slipped the piece of paper into a drawer next to her bed. Slipping off the dress as carefully as she could, she set it neatly on her bed. She quickly changed into her nightgown. She took the dress into the 'dressing room' and hung it up on its rack. Taking off the big brown wig she placed it back on its white bald plaster bust.
She then returned back to her room. Where she let sleep and delicious thoughts of Georg von Trapp invade her.
~ * * ~
Warm water filled the tub; steam had formed a musty film at the top. Smothering the room. Carefully, she slipped one naked foot in. She immediately felt the effect of the water's temperature. Causing her to turn off the water tap. Finally followed by the other, she sat on the edge of the tub her skirt bunched up to prevent water from saturating it. She allowed the water to erase her adventurous endeavor the night before. Sighing she took a sponge, from the corner of the tub. And began to lightly massage her blistered feet. The silence of the room allowed her thoughts to drift off to the night before.
She knew she couldn't reveal to him that she was just a maid and not a gloriously rich mistress as he thought. It just wasn't right. But that's how she would stay forever in his mind. She attempted to push him from her mind. Silently vowing to forget about him and that glorious night. It wasn't going to be easy, but she'd manage. It just simply wasn't meant to be.
~ * * ~
Taking a rag out of the wooden bucket full of water, she rang out the excess contents of the soap and water and began to scrub a new section of the ceramic floor. It was the same as it always ways; Clean until sparking. Until you could see yourself in it. She moved the rag back and forth scrubbing its contents into the floor, wiping off any unwanted particles.
"Maria"
"Maria!" Maria's eyes flicked up to see housekeeper Isolde moving towards her at top speed. She was a big burly woman, who knew exactly how to run a household. Maria noticed the white satin shoes hanging from her left hand. Maria's face turned horrified. How could she have forgotten about the shoes?
"Maria, why were Mistress Vogel's shoes on the kitchen table?" Maria stood to meet her stony gaze, from her place on the floor.
"I'm sorry, I must have forgotten them, after I cleaned them." Maria felt a rush of warmth race to her cheeks, doing her best to get out of the situation.
"See that it doesn't happen again."
"Yes, ma'am." Maria let out a long breathe she hadn't suspected a thing.
During the week, Maria had been told to clean her mistresses shoe collection. Thus, she had the perfect excuse. No one suspected a thing. Weeks before Maria had overheard the mistress gossiping about the extravagant gala with a group of her society friends. It perked her interest. She'd never been to one of those parties, the elegance of it all. It excited her and she longed to go. The mistress had taken ill and had been unable to attend the gala.
When the mistress became ill, she knew it was her chance to slip out with one of her extravagant dresses, and the beautiful satin shoes she'd been expected to clean. She'd look out of place at a gala with short hair all of the society women had long beautiful hair. Thankfully her mistress had a collection of long brown wigs, in case her own hair wouldn't style the way she wanted it.
Maria finished scrubbing the last spot in that section and proceeded to scrub the final and last section of the ceramic tiled floor. As she worked her thoughts trailed to Georg von Trapp. She tried to shake the thoughts from her head, concentrating at the task at hand.
Tbc
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