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: I apologize for not updating yesterday, you wouldn't believe how many problems I had trying to update this next chapter! Grrr.Well it is here.I hope you enjoy it and I apologize for the shortness of this chapter - it just happened like that. I wanted to update sooner today, but unfortunately classes started again today.
To: 'a reviewer' I'm sorry you didn't enjoy the decapitation of the chickens, but I thought that it would be interesting if I put it in. And quite frankly I wanted to put it in. Just so you know - expect only the strange from me.
To: RiskaSG - your right. They would run around.but for the sake of my fic they don't. OoOh poetic! I'm lovin it!
Thanks again for all of the wonderful reviews! They just seem to be getting better with each new fic I write. Hehe!
PLEASE READ! - I AM GRAMMAR ILLITERATE, HOWEVER I TRY.SHOULDN'T THAT BE ENOUGH? THIS ISN'T GOING IN THE WORLDS BOOK OF GREATEST GRAMMAR SHORT STORIES- THAT IS ALL.
End - A Moo. A/N
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~ * Offal * ~
"A little Higher."
"Stop."
"A little Lower."
"How about now?"
"That's fine."
"Is that tight enough?"
"Too tight."
"There. How does that feel now?"
"Perfect."
"Turn this way." The tailor spoke as he demonstrated, pretending to turn Georg's body. Georg turned towards the left. Out of the corner of his eye, Georg could see a flash of yellow fly by. Perhaps just another one of the masses in Salzburg's crowed streets. Georg desperately waited for the tailor to finish his task. He wasn't one for standing around being poked at and he wasn't much for fashion either.
Sighing he collected his thoughts. Trying to focus on something more appetizing. The dinner party was just another diversion, but he'd already informed Verena Vogel that he would attend. He vowed that this would be his last boring affair he would attend ____ his reputation! Despite the boring affairs, it did have a pleasant upside to it. And that was simply Maria. The unusual woman who had captivated him, with her joie de vivre with a fresh innocence he hadn't seen in years.
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Running fast she bolted into the kitchen door, fresh baskets of groceries overflowing her arms. She immediately unloaded her arms and plopped down on the rickety wooden chair. Her hair was out of place, and drips of blood began to become one with her dress. Isolde burst through the door from the dinning area.
"Maria, there you are I've been looking for you everywhere." Isolde announced as Maria stood up fast.
A soft goosey material slid down to Maria's feet leaving a juicy trail down her legs. Maria's face turned half-disgusted praying that Isolde wouldn't notice. Maria glanced to the table the basket holding the chickens had fallen on its side. One of the packages had ripped open from the chicken's weight.
"I just got back from the market." Maria spoke quickly glancing up at her half-listening. Glancing down she saw a part of the chicken's offal, nestled upon her feet.
"Did you get everything off the list?"
"Yes." Maria spoke silently wishing she would go away faster.
"Good. I want you to scrub the dinning room table."
"Yes, ma'am." Plopping herself down once Isolde was out of view. Looking down she reached to retrieve the offal and return the fallen basket to it's up right position.
Taking a rag from the sink, she saturated it with a mixture of soap and water. Scrubbing her legs, which were stained with blood from the offal that, had slid down them. A faint red line remained she'd have to take a shower. Which as that moment she wasn't opposed to.
Rising out the rag, she gladly left the kitchen to clean up and change.
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She was in somewhat of a rush to complete her duties, so she had to take a shower instead of a long relaxing bath this time. Quickly turning the knobs she steps in. Allowing the warm water to wash the offalness of the day down the drain. She reveled in the warm water as it surrounded here naked body. She began to relax and let her mind wander.
It had been a long day, not to mention that incident at the market. He almost saw her. Or did he? She really wasn't sure if he had or not. He hadn't followed her that she was sure of or perhaps her really didn't see her. She wasn't sure. A wandering mind wasn't a very good thing, when it came to the subject of Georg von Trapp. Who seemed to occupy every thought. She finished up and changed into a clean uniform and moved to a dining hall to attend to her duties.
TBC * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
PLEASE READ! - I AM GRAMMAR ILLITERATE, HOWEVER I TRY.SHOULDN'T THAT BE ENOUGH? THIS ISN'T GOING IN THE WORLDS BOOK OF GREATEST GRAMMAR SHORT STORIES- THAT IS ALL.
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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: I apologize for not updating yesterday, you wouldn't believe how many problems I had trying to update this next chapter! Grrr.Well it is here.I hope you enjoy it and I apologize for the shortness of this chapter - it just happened like that. I wanted to update sooner today, but unfortunately classes started again today.
To: 'a reviewer' I'm sorry you didn't enjoy the decapitation of the chickens, but I thought that it would be interesting if I put it in. And quite frankly I wanted to put it in. Just so you know - expect only the strange from me.
To: RiskaSG - your right. They would run around.but for the sake of my fic they don't. OoOh poetic! I'm lovin it!
Thanks again for all of the wonderful reviews! They just seem to be getting better with each new fic I write. Hehe!
PLEASE READ! - I AM GRAMMAR ILLITERATE, HOWEVER I TRY.SHOULDN'T THAT BE ENOUGH? THIS ISN'T GOING IN THE WORLDS BOOK OF GREATEST GRAMMAR SHORT STORIES- THAT IS ALL.
End - A Moo. A/N
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~ * Offal * ~
"A little Higher."
"Stop."
"A little Lower."
"How about now?"
"That's fine."
"Is that tight enough?"
"Too tight."
"There. How does that feel now?"
"Perfect."
"Turn this way." The tailor spoke as he demonstrated, pretending to turn Georg's body. Georg turned towards the left. Out of the corner of his eye, Georg could see a flash of yellow fly by. Perhaps just another one of the masses in Salzburg's crowed streets. Georg desperately waited for the tailor to finish his task. He wasn't one for standing around being poked at and he wasn't much for fashion either.
Sighing he collected his thoughts. Trying to focus on something more appetizing. The dinner party was just another diversion, but he'd already informed Verena Vogel that he would attend. He vowed that this would be his last boring affair he would attend ____ his reputation! Despite the boring affairs, it did have a pleasant upside to it. And that was simply Maria. The unusual woman who had captivated him, with her joie de vivre with a fresh innocence he hadn't seen in years.
~ * * ~
Running fast she bolted into the kitchen door, fresh baskets of groceries overflowing her arms. She immediately unloaded her arms and plopped down on the rickety wooden chair. Her hair was out of place, and drips of blood began to become one with her dress. Isolde burst through the door from the dinning area.
"Maria, there you are I've been looking for you everywhere." Isolde announced as Maria stood up fast.
A soft goosey material slid down to Maria's feet leaving a juicy trail down her legs. Maria's face turned half-disgusted praying that Isolde wouldn't notice. Maria glanced to the table the basket holding the chickens had fallen on its side. One of the packages had ripped open from the chicken's weight.
"I just got back from the market." Maria spoke quickly glancing up at her half-listening. Glancing down she saw a part of the chicken's offal, nestled upon her feet.
"Did you get everything off the list?"
"Yes." Maria spoke silently wishing she would go away faster.
"Good. I want you to scrub the dinning room table."
"Yes, ma'am." Plopping herself down once Isolde was out of view. Looking down she reached to retrieve the offal and return the fallen basket to it's up right position.
Taking a rag from the sink, she saturated it with a mixture of soap and water. Scrubbing her legs, which were stained with blood from the offal that, had slid down them. A faint red line remained she'd have to take a shower. Which as that moment she wasn't opposed to.
Rising out the rag, she gladly left the kitchen to clean up and change.
~ * * ~
She was in somewhat of a rush to complete her duties, so she had to take a shower instead of a long relaxing bath this time. Quickly turning the knobs she steps in. Allowing the warm water to wash the offalness of the day down the drain. She reveled in the warm water as it surrounded here naked body. She began to relax and let her mind wander.
It had been a long day, not to mention that incident at the market. He almost saw her. Or did he? She really wasn't sure if he had or not. He hadn't followed her that she was sure of or perhaps her really didn't see her. She wasn't sure. A wandering mind wasn't a very good thing, when it came to the subject of Georg von Trapp. Who seemed to occupy every thought. She finished up and changed into a clean uniform and moved to a dining hall to attend to her duties.
TBC * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
PLEASE READ! - I AM GRAMMAR ILLITERATE, HOWEVER I TRY.SHOULDN'T THAT BE ENOUGH? THIS ISN'T GOING IN THE WORLDS BOOK OF GREATEST GRAMMAR SHORT STORIES- THAT IS ALL.
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