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 belong to the left side of my brain.
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A/N: Hey all! I'm back again! I certainly hope you will enjoy this chapter! And I'm so excited about all of the reviews that I've been getting from this new fiction! Thanks so much!
Once again a crazed driver has hit grammar. Or as Math says: "Grammar was a victim of the 4.0 honor students English club. Sorry I'm not in that club.
End - grotesque A/N
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~ * Thoughts * ~
Georg ran a hand through his soft black hair, slightly graying at the temples. He put the book down reading it was futile. Thoughts of that night came back to haunt him, in his dreams and his waking hours. No matter what he'd do he couldn't shake them. A week and nothing. She hadn't come to see him; he'd begun to wonder would he ever see her again? At the very least he knew her name and could ask about her.
He marked his place and set the book down on his night table. He turned the knob on his kerosene lamp the now partially lit room, flicked off into the night. He hoped a good night's sleep would clear his head. Tomorrow will be a new day; perhaps she'd contact him then. He smothered himself in his fat blankets letting his unconscious state take over. To yet again let dreams of a strange woman wrapped in white silk heaven envelop him.
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Georg awoke refreshed and renewed despite the dreams that still seemed to haunt him. Even though it had only been a week, he felt trapped by them somehow. Today he felt good though a sense of hope filled his chest. Something would happen today, he was sure of it. Georg moved to gaze upon the day; Herbst had set in and the colored leaves had begun to float to the ground. Another reason he loved his beautiful Austria, it's scenery no matter what season was truly unmatched.
The house was quiet as usual even when the children were home. The children had been sent to their Internat as they did every school year. He demanded discipline before pleasure, no laughing no happiness. How odd that seemed to him now. He had a taste of it again, a week before and now he absolutely craved it. Closing the golden curtains to his port window, he proceeded to freshen up before going downstairs for breakfast.
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Georg finished the last bit of toast; he washed it down with the rest of his steaming coffee. As the dark liquid enters his throat an idea floats into his head. Instead of waiting for her to come to him, he'd go in search of her. Wiping the last remnants of his breakfast from his mouth he dropped his serviette to the tray beside him. Picking himself from his comfortable velvet covered chair he retreated to his dark study.
Picking up his telephone he dialed every estate that popped into his head. Two hours and 27 households later, it would seem as if she didn't even exist. No one had heard of her. Despite his lack of success, he abandoned that idea and tried to come up with a new one. So no one had heard of her, perhaps she lived out of Salzburg's Providence.
Perhaps in Vienna, yes perhaps. He usually didn't let sporadic ideas take over, but he felt desperate to find her. Just for a week, maybe someone would have at least heard of her in Vienna. He made his decision to leave at once, there was no reason to be home and a vacation would seem nice. He informed his staff and immediately packed his suitcase, booking his usual Viennese hotel suite he was off.
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She placed the bucket of clean water in the middle of the floor, away from the carpet. A naked virgin rag was floating in the water waiting for her to dirty it up. Taking it out she rung the excess water back into the bucket for later use and proceed to clean off the random objects in the room.
"Maria."
"Yes, Mistress Vogel?" Maria spoke, still content wiping the dusty objects in the room. She knew it was her mistress by the sound of her voice and the creak of her shoes. Only she made that bustling sound as she came.
The Mistress Verena Vogel, she was a slender elegant woman, about the size of Maria. Brown hair pulled tightly, rested elegantly upon her head. She was in her mid forties she'd been divorced four times which is where she had accumulated the majority of her money. Currently she was single, however when money was tight she began to look for another husband to provide for her.
Maria felt for her. She seemed dependent on money, not her past husband's love. However, She wasn't the worst mistress she'd worked for, but like the majority of the upper class she had a temper and if she didn't get what she wanted when she wanted it there would be hell to pay.
The mistress had gotten well, and was sorely disappointed for not attending the gala. However, Maria noticed when ever the mistress missed an interesting event she wished to attend, she made sure she would accommodate for it's loss.
"I'm planing a dinner party for a smattering of friends I will need you to do some extra things around the house and also I will need you to help serve that night." Maria stopped whipping, setting the object back in its original place.
A slight smile crept to her face, it reminded her of that night. Such a wonderful night. The way she felt as his arms wrapped around her body, sending warm jolts racing through her body. Causing her to blush, it crept from her chest and rose to her cheeks. She felt alive and wanted.
"-Some fresh groceries from the market, you'll have to go into town. Make sure that you take the bus---Maria? Maria have you heard a word I've said?" Maria's eyes fluttered, as the glorious thoughts tucked themselves back into their special hiding place. The mistress had a glare upon her face she was stricken with anger that one of her maids hadn't been listening to her.
"Uh, yes. Mistress, uh, get fresh groceries and that I would be serving that night. Is that right ma'am?" Maria spoke, hoping she'd gotten it right. She knew her thoughts had trailed off. To a heavenly place, that she wished she could stay like that forever.
"Hmm. Yes, that's right." The mistress eyed her suspiciously.
"I shall attend to them."
"The party is set in two weeks, and I'll need you to fetch the groceries the night before the party."
"Very well ma'am."
"See that you do." With that the Mistress sauced out of the drawing room, quite visibly annoyed with Maria's lack of interest.
Maria returned to her cleaning, focusing only on that. She prayed she wouldn't slip up again. However the thoughts she'd attempted to banish, came back every single day. To remind her of certain pleasures of life that she'd only experienced for just a few hours. Keeping the night locked away forever, had certainly been a more difficult task than she had originally thought. She'd just have to try harder.
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~ * Helpful notes * ~
Herbst: according to my Encarta (english-german translation) dictionary this word means "autumn" or "fall" as in the season.
Internat: according to my Encarta (english-german translation) dictionary this word means "Boarding School". What an odd word to mean Boarding School?!
Serviette: according to my Encarta dictionary this word means "Napkin" the U.K. domestic form of the word.
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 belong to the left side of my brain.
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A/N: Hey all! I'm back again! I certainly hope you will enjoy this chapter! And I'm so excited about all of the reviews that I've been getting from this new fiction! Thanks so much!
Once again a crazed driver has hit grammar. Or as Math says: "Grammar was a victim of the 4.0 honor students English club. Sorry I'm not in that club.
End - grotesque A/N
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~ * Thoughts * ~
Georg ran a hand through his soft black hair, slightly graying at the temples. He put the book down reading it was futile. Thoughts of that night came back to haunt him, in his dreams and his waking hours. No matter what he'd do he couldn't shake them. A week and nothing. She hadn't come to see him; he'd begun to wonder would he ever see her again? At the very least he knew her name and could ask about her.
He marked his place and set the book down on his night table. He turned the knob on his kerosene lamp the now partially lit room, flicked off into the night. He hoped a good night's sleep would clear his head. Tomorrow will be a new day; perhaps she'd contact him then. He smothered himself in his fat blankets letting his unconscious state take over. To yet again let dreams of a strange woman wrapped in white silk heaven envelop him.
~ * * ~
Georg awoke refreshed and renewed despite the dreams that still seemed to haunt him. Even though it had only been a week, he felt trapped by them somehow. Today he felt good though a sense of hope filled his chest. Something would happen today, he was sure of it. Georg moved to gaze upon the day; Herbst had set in and the colored leaves had begun to float to the ground. Another reason he loved his beautiful Austria, it's scenery no matter what season was truly unmatched.
The house was quiet as usual even when the children were home. The children had been sent to their Internat as they did every school year. He demanded discipline before pleasure, no laughing no happiness. How odd that seemed to him now. He had a taste of it again, a week before and now he absolutely craved it. Closing the golden curtains to his port window, he proceeded to freshen up before going downstairs for breakfast.
~ * * ~
Georg finished the last bit of toast; he washed it down with the rest of his steaming coffee. As the dark liquid enters his throat an idea floats into his head. Instead of waiting for her to come to him, he'd go in search of her. Wiping the last remnants of his breakfast from his mouth he dropped his serviette to the tray beside him. Picking himself from his comfortable velvet covered chair he retreated to his dark study.
Picking up his telephone he dialed every estate that popped into his head. Two hours and 27 households later, it would seem as if she didn't even exist. No one had heard of her. Despite his lack of success, he abandoned that idea and tried to come up with a new one. So no one had heard of her, perhaps she lived out of Salzburg's Providence.
Perhaps in Vienna, yes perhaps. He usually didn't let sporadic ideas take over, but he felt desperate to find her. Just for a week, maybe someone would have at least heard of her in Vienna. He made his decision to leave at once, there was no reason to be home and a vacation would seem nice. He informed his staff and immediately packed his suitcase, booking his usual Viennese hotel suite he was off.
~ * * ~
She placed the bucket of clean water in the middle of the floor, away from the carpet. A naked virgin rag was floating in the water waiting for her to dirty it up. Taking it out she rung the excess water back into the bucket for later use and proceed to clean off the random objects in the room.
"Maria."
"Yes, Mistress Vogel?" Maria spoke, still content wiping the dusty objects in the room. She knew it was her mistress by the sound of her voice and the creak of her shoes. Only she made that bustling sound as she came.
The Mistress Verena Vogel, she was a slender elegant woman, about the size of Maria. Brown hair pulled tightly, rested elegantly upon her head. She was in her mid forties she'd been divorced four times which is where she had accumulated the majority of her money. Currently she was single, however when money was tight she began to look for another husband to provide for her.
Maria felt for her. She seemed dependent on money, not her past husband's love. However, She wasn't the worst mistress she'd worked for, but like the majority of the upper class she had a temper and if she didn't get what she wanted when she wanted it there would be hell to pay.
The mistress had gotten well, and was sorely disappointed for not attending the gala. However, Maria noticed when ever the mistress missed an interesting event she wished to attend, she made sure she would accommodate for it's loss.
"I'm planing a dinner party for a smattering of friends I will need you to do some extra things around the house and also I will need you to help serve that night." Maria stopped whipping, setting the object back in its original place.
A slight smile crept to her face, it reminded her of that night. Such a wonderful night. The way she felt as his arms wrapped around her body, sending warm jolts racing through her body. Causing her to blush, it crept from her chest and rose to her cheeks. She felt alive and wanted.
"-Some fresh groceries from the market, you'll have to go into town. Make sure that you take the bus---Maria? Maria have you heard a word I've said?" Maria's eyes fluttered, as the glorious thoughts tucked themselves back into their special hiding place. The mistress had a glare upon her face she was stricken with anger that one of her maids hadn't been listening to her.
"Uh, yes. Mistress, uh, get fresh groceries and that I would be serving that night. Is that right ma'am?" Maria spoke, hoping she'd gotten it right. She knew her thoughts had trailed off. To a heavenly place, that she wished she could stay like that forever.
"Hmm. Yes, that's right." The mistress eyed her suspiciously.
"I shall attend to them."
"The party is set in two weeks, and I'll need you to fetch the groceries the night before the party."
"Very well ma'am."
"See that you do." With that the Mistress sauced out of the drawing room, quite visibly annoyed with Maria's lack of interest.
Maria returned to her cleaning, focusing only on that. She prayed she wouldn't slip up again. However the thoughts she'd attempted to banish, came back every single day. To remind her of certain pleasures of life that she'd only experienced for just a few hours. Keeping the night locked away forever, had certainly been a more difficult task than she had originally thought. She'd just have to try harder.
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~ * Helpful notes * ~
Herbst: according to my Encarta (english-german translation) dictionary this word means "autumn" or "fall" as in the season.
Internat: according to my Encarta (english-german translation) dictionary this word means "Boarding School". What an odd word to mean Boarding School?!
Serviette: according to my Encarta dictionary this word means "Napkin" the U.K. domestic form of the word.
Tbc
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