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: Here it is.so um read it. Hehe!
OoOh more reviews I just love em! I love everyone's support to this interesting fic, and as some say original.and yes that's exactly what it's supposed to be original! I am original!
Death of Grammar - Yeah. About that I think I've realized that back in the day, when I first began to write for pleasure. I wrote poems, and I think that screwed with my sense of grammar. And lucky for all of you I'm currently taking a poetry class, that will further screw with my grammar. :: evil face ::
End - Flarg! A/N
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~ * Clarity * ~
Climbing the steps, Maria knew exactly what she'd been called for. Apprehension filled her as she moved slowly, a folded pile of fresh towels resting upon her arms. His room was located in the West wing where the mistress and her occasional guests stayed.
He knew. She was fully exposed. She wasn't the woman he thought she was. It didn't matter to Maria if he told her Mistress the truth. But did matter was she had ruined a wonderful thing. She wished they hadn't met in the first place.
She finally arrived at his door, trying to ready herself for the confrontation that would take place moments into the future. Raising a hand, she knocked twice.
"I have the fresh towels you requested, sir." Maria spoke hoping her voice wouldn't show her rabid emotions.
Seconds later the door opened to reveal Georg von Trapp.
"Please, come in." He spoke holding close to the door.
Maria noticed his relaxed attire. His dinner jacket and tie lay abandoned on a near by chair. His dress shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a very naked chest. Which only served to worsen Maria's emotional state. Making her dizzy. He always managed to have an effect on her, despite herself.
Maria retreated to the bathroom thankful for the escape if only for a moment. She set two bigger towels on the side of the bathtub and the smaller ones near the sink. She only had a few moments to compose herself, before more of her emotions were exposed to him. She let out a long deep breath turning the doorknob she exited the bathroom, and stepped into the grandeur bedroom. Alone once more with Georg von Trapp and her emotions.
Before she could even reach the door, she felt a hand capture her arm.
"Maria, wait." She stopped at his touch, and the pleading sound in his voice. She didn't want to turn around afraid he'd see everything.
"Maria--- " She turned avoiding his eyes, staring at her hands.
"I apologize for deceiving you that way. It was wrong of me." Maria forced her voice.
"I really have to get back to work now." Maria spoke eyes focused on her fidgeting hands. Georg stared at her.
"Will you excuse me." Maria spoke her best without emotions. He could feel the coldness in her voice he simply didn't understand it. He hoped and prayed that she'd felt the same. Perhaps he was wrong in the way that he'd read her that night. That simply couldn't be. She was nervous, he noticed. Not once during their conversation did she look up. So he decided to do the only thing that came to mind.
He stepped closer, so close that their bodies were touching. Cupping her chin he moved her mouth towards his. She was so soft to touch. She was so weak to his touch and he was so close. So close, she wanted to give in and show him everything. She felt a spark ignite at his touch. Desire filled her. Closing her eyes she wanted desperately to feel his lips upon hers.
A bang upon the door startled both of them, jumping apart at the noise. Before Georg could reach the door, Karl burst through. Slamming the door wide open, before any of them could react. He almost lost his balance, and Georg immediately knew that man was on a drunken blaze.
"Georg -- what are you doing in my room?" Karl spat, as he unleashed an unholy breath of a grotesque stench. Maria saw her opportunity, after being momentarily stunned at what was about to happen. Maria could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.
"If that's all, sir." Maria spoke not waiting for an answer, swiftly bolted out of the room.
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Running towards her room, she seeks its comfort dashing to the drawer beside her bed she takes out a white slip of paper. Looking at it, she clutches it to her chest. Getting up she slightly stagers to her trash barrel. Immediately plopping down onto the floor.
She bent over the barrel, and began to rip of up the paper. Into tiny pieces, as tiny as she could get them. They floated into the bottom of the empty basket, like feather rain. She knew she was doing the right thing.
He would be gone in the morning and out of her life forever. As comforting as that thought was it scared her to death.
TBC
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Side note: Georg's supposed to be quite yummy in this chapter so picture that and you'll do just fine! Te he!
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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: Here it is.so um read it. Hehe!
OoOh more reviews I just love em! I love everyone's support to this interesting fic, and as some say original.and yes that's exactly what it's supposed to be original! I am original!
Death of Grammar - Yeah. About that I think I've realized that back in the day, when I first began to write for pleasure. I wrote poems, and I think that screwed with my sense of grammar. And lucky for all of you I'm currently taking a poetry class, that will further screw with my grammar. :: evil face ::
End - Flarg! A/N
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~ * Clarity * ~
Climbing the steps, Maria knew exactly what she'd been called for. Apprehension filled her as she moved slowly, a folded pile of fresh towels resting upon her arms. His room was located in the West wing where the mistress and her occasional guests stayed.
He knew. She was fully exposed. She wasn't the woman he thought she was. It didn't matter to Maria if he told her Mistress the truth. But did matter was she had ruined a wonderful thing. She wished they hadn't met in the first place.
She finally arrived at his door, trying to ready herself for the confrontation that would take place moments into the future. Raising a hand, she knocked twice.
"I have the fresh towels you requested, sir." Maria spoke hoping her voice wouldn't show her rabid emotions.
Seconds later the door opened to reveal Georg von Trapp.
"Please, come in." He spoke holding close to the door.
Maria noticed his relaxed attire. His dinner jacket and tie lay abandoned on a near by chair. His dress shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a very naked chest. Which only served to worsen Maria's emotional state. Making her dizzy. He always managed to have an effect on her, despite herself.
Maria retreated to the bathroom thankful for the escape if only for a moment. She set two bigger towels on the side of the bathtub and the smaller ones near the sink. She only had a few moments to compose herself, before more of her emotions were exposed to him. She let out a long deep breath turning the doorknob she exited the bathroom, and stepped into the grandeur bedroom. Alone once more with Georg von Trapp and her emotions.
Before she could even reach the door, she felt a hand capture her arm.
"Maria, wait." She stopped at his touch, and the pleading sound in his voice. She didn't want to turn around afraid he'd see everything.
"Maria--- " She turned avoiding his eyes, staring at her hands.
"I apologize for deceiving you that way. It was wrong of me." Maria forced her voice.
"I really have to get back to work now." Maria spoke eyes focused on her fidgeting hands. Georg stared at her.
"Will you excuse me." Maria spoke her best without emotions. He could feel the coldness in her voice he simply didn't understand it. He hoped and prayed that she'd felt the same. Perhaps he was wrong in the way that he'd read her that night. That simply couldn't be. She was nervous, he noticed. Not once during their conversation did she look up. So he decided to do the only thing that came to mind.
He stepped closer, so close that their bodies were touching. Cupping her chin he moved her mouth towards his. She was so soft to touch. She was so weak to his touch and he was so close. So close, she wanted to give in and show him everything. She felt a spark ignite at his touch. Desire filled her. Closing her eyes she wanted desperately to feel his lips upon hers.
A bang upon the door startled both of them, jumping apart at the noise. Before Georg could reach the door, Karl burst through. Slamming the door wide open, before any of them could react. He almost lost his balance, and Georg immediately knew that man was on a drunken blaze.
"Georg -- what are you doing in my room?" Karl spat, as he unleashed an unholy breath of a grotesque stench. Maria saw her opportunity, after being momentarily stunned at what was about to happen. Maria could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.
"If that's all, sir." Maria spoke not waiting for an answer, swiftly bolted out of the room.
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Running towards her room, she seeks its comfort dashing to the drawer beside her bed she takes out a white slip of paper. Looking at it, she clutches it to her chest. Getting up she slightly stagers to her trash barrel. Immediately plopping down onto the floor.
She bent over the barrel, and began to rip of up the paper. Into tiny pieces, as tiny as she could get them. They floated into the bottom of the empty basket, like feather rain. She knew she was doing the right thing.
He would be gone in the morning and out of her life forever. As comforting as that thought was it scared her to death.
TBC
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Side note: Georg's supposed to be quite yummy in this chapter so picture that and you'll do just fine! Te he!
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