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: Sorry about the wait to this chapter but I had wanted to upload it on MLK day. Thanks for the jumbles of reviews! I hope y'all like it!
Imnotacommittee - um okay --as for "The description of a shirt opened "just enough to reveal a very naked chest" do that rather well... although what else would a chest be under a shirt if not naked?" I think it sounds much better to say "just enough to reveal a very naked chest" than just the shirt was partially open. Plus the man could have been wearing an undershirt.it was autumn after all. As for endnotes I may want to reveal things after the end of the chapter.
Riska - hehe! I know! But I'm not a meany head.I'm not.
Flyingamon - I thought I'd give a twist to it, having Maria as a maid. She is the 'help' in tsom so why not make her someone else's 'help' in my fic! Hehe. Thanks for visiting my site --it was you wasn't it?
End - okay! A/N
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~ * Quiet * ~
The cool air hugs her milky skin as she sits perched up in her favorite hiding place; a oak tree, nestled upon her favorite mountain. It was the only place where she felt the evilness of the world couldn't touch her. She peered out into the distance breathing in the scene before her. She had been born in a most beautiful part of the world. For this she was very grateful, she relished in the fact that she lived her life among the Alps.
The air smelt wonderful always wonderful like fresh grass and remnants of flowers the wind had strung on it's way to where ever it was going. The wind was calm, yet slightly alive. Homely almost. Her hair moved wherever the wind blew it, it was slightly out of place. She reached up to move a stray piece of hair that just wouldn't stay put.
Despite her best effort to lose them forever thoughts of Georg von Trapp began to spill into her head. The cruel makings of the world had lead them back to each other in the very last place Maria hoped to meet him. She leaned forward upon a protruding branch. Downcast she surveyed the ground before her. Silently wishing her life could be as simple as nature had blossomed before her.
The truth was, deep down she never really wanted to forget him and the feelings she felt when she was with him. Perhaps that's why she'd felt this horrible and memories of him just wouldn't leave her. She couldn't forget. In retrospect had she really allowed herself to grieve? As a result of that thought, Absent-mindedly tears had fallen as they stained her cheeks and her eyes were red with evidence that shown the entire world her hidden feelings.
Reaching up to her face she brushed away the wetness from her cheeks, but the pain remained in her eyes. Leaning fully on the branch she gulped forcing the urge to cry forever banishing from her throat. She couldn't forget, because she didn't want to. She'd simply have to live with her memories, feelings of a wonderful taste of life. Still tempting her to find him and unload all of her hidden feelings. Regret set in at ripping his address apart on that fateful night.
A rustling noise startles her, focusing her attention to a brush of trees at the end of the clearing. A motion accompanies the rustles, someone's coming. Maria didn't want to leave wishing that whoever it was would just go away. Hugging the branch she concentrated on the small diversion among the tress, momentarily washing the past moments away. However they'd be back.
A dark figure finally emerged through the trees. Maria could only make out a physical size, too big to be a woman, nothing else. He was too far away to make out any features. The figure approached the river, following the flow of the river. Coming Closer.
His features became apparent, as she realized whom she was staring at. Apprehension filled her she had to get out before she was exposed. As silently as she could, she pulled herself off of the branch she slipped silently out of the tree. Leaves collected around the base of the tree padded her short fall. Damp with remnants of a past rain shower. Wetness and dirt clung to the bottom of her naked feet.
Only a few steps and she'd reach her shoes lying abandoned on the wet cool grass. Silently creeping towards them, holding him in her view never faulting. A snap emanated from her feet filled the entire field, braking the silence causing him to look up startled.
She stepped on a thick twig her weight causing it to snap underneath her naked feet. A slight sting set in but it seemed minuet to the situation. Eyes immediately flying to hers, wide with surprise and confusion. Maria stood frozen with fear as embarrassment and those hidden feelings began to set in again.
After what seemed like forever he began moving towards her as if in a dream, somewhat light headed. He was close, too close. Neither had broken the silence. A jolt of warmth shot through her veins shaking her to life. Causing a red crimson blush to cover her body. Suddenly sounds of the river and birds chirping stopped. Sounds of light breathing coming fast with the heightened pounding of every heartbeat seemed to fill her ears.
She felt as if he could read her very soul, as he bore his eyes into hers. Reaching deep inside of her, causing her to forget the outside world and everything but the feelings nestled deep, awakened only by him. It seemed liked forever as they stayed like that. He was the first to brake the silence.
"Hello." He sounded in a fleeting whisper. Fully aware of the emotions that she was stirring in him. She couldn't speak.
"I didn't think anyone would be here." He spoke again hoping to get a response from her.
"I come here to think." Maria finally spoke, knowing she couldn't get out of this situation.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude." She hadn't expected to see him at all, but here he was. Just like before. He just stood there handsomely, waiting for her to answer. She'd planed it all out. But every time he's there before her she's overcome with emotions and can't function. Everything seems to happen in a daze and she wonders; Did it really happen? Am I really feeling this way?
"Maria.about what happened. I.I think we need to talk." He spoke, as he felt a light drip upon his nose. It was going to rain.
"To tell the truth, I was hoping that we might meet again." Georg could feel Maria's eyes on him. And the light drips were getting heavier by the second.
"Maria I don't care." Maria stared confused. She couldn't figure out what he meant not with him so close.
"I.I don't. what do you mean?" The words just seemed to tumble out of her with out a thought of where the conversation might be going. Only acting on those emotions.
"I don't care about your occupation. It doesn't matter to me."
"I felt so alive that night. I haven't felt that way in a long time." Georg revealed to her. Georg stared into her the emotions were clear on her face, and in her eyes. She was completely naked to him. They were soft, yet they told him everything he wanted to hear. Everything he needed to hear.
The heavy droplets quickly turned into a full-fledged rainstorm, but neither of them seemed to care.
"I love you." He spoke softly, as he raised his hand cupping her chin. Bringing her to him. Her eyes shut immediately at his delicate touch. His moist lips finally touched hers for the first time. She opened her mouth to fully take him, senses immediately overtaking his body. They finally parted, she sighed. Sliding down to his chest as he enveloped her. Wrapping his arms around her delicate body, it simply didn't matter that the rain had fully soaked them.
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I felt that I should mention this at the end of the story. In every chapter the word 'naked' appears at least once.
Naked: openly displayed or expressed and often threatening or disturbing.
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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: Sorry about the wait to this chapter but I had wanted to upload it on MLK day. Thanks for the jumbles of reviews! I hope y'all like it!
Imnotacommittee - um okay --as for "The description of a shirt opened "just enough to reveal a very naked chest" do that rather well... although what else would a chest be under a shirt if not naked?" I think it sounds much better to say "just enough to reveal a very naked chest" than just the shirt was partially open. Plus the man could have been wearing an undershirt.it was autumn after all. As for endnotes I may want to reveal things after the end of the chapter.
Riska - hehe! I know! But I'm not a meany head.I'm not.
Flyingamon - I thought I'd give a twist to it, having Maria as a maid. She is the 'help' in tsom so why not make her someone else's 'help' in my fic! Hehe. Thanks for visiting my site --it was you wasn't it?
End - okay! A/N
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~ * Quiet * ~
The cool air hugs her milky skin as she sits perched up in her favorite hiding place; a oak tree, nestled upon her favorite mountain. It was the only place where she felt the evilness of the world couldn't touch her. She peered out into the distance breathing in the scene before her. She had been born in a most beautiful part of the world. For this she was very grateful, she relished in the fact that she lived her life among the Alps.
The air smelt wonderful always wonderful like fresh grass and remnants of flowers the wind had strung on it's way to where ever it was going. The wind was calm, yet slightly alive. Homely almost. Her hair moved wherever the wind blew it, it was slightly out of place. She reached up to move a stray piece of hair that just wouldn't stay put.
Despite her best effort to lose them forever thoughts of Georg von Trapp began to spill into her head. The cruel makings of the world had lead them back to each other in the very last place Maria hoped to meet him. She leaned forward upon a protruding branch. Downcast she surveyed the ground before her. Silently wishing her life could be as simple as nature had blossomed before her.
The truth was, deep down she never really wanted to forget him and the feelings she felt when she was with him. Perhaps that's why she'd felt this horrible and memories of him just wouldn't leave her. She couldn't forget. In retrospect had she really allowed herself to grieve? As a result of that thought, Absent-mindedly tears had fallen as they stained her cheeks and her eyes were red with evidence that shown the entire world her hidden feelings.
Reaching up to her face she brushed away the wetness from her cheeks, but the pain remained in her eyes. Leaning fully on the branch she gulped forcing the urge to cry forever banishing from her throat. She couldn't forget, because she didn't want to. She'd simply have to live with her memories, feelings of a wonderful taste of life. Still tempting her to find him and unload all of her hidden feelings. Regret set in at ripping his address apart on that fateful night.
A rustling noise startles her, focusing her attention to a brush of trees at the end of the clearing. A motion accompanies the rustles, someone's coming. Maria didn't want to leave wishing that whoever it was would just go away. Hugging the branch she concentrated on the small diversion among the tress, momentarily washing the past moments away. However they'd be back.
A dark figure finally emerged through the trees. Maria could only make out a physical size, too big to be a woman, nothing else. He was too far away to make out any features. The figure approached the river, following the flow of the river. Coming Closer.
His features became apparent, as she realized whom she was staring at. Apprehension filled her she had to get out before she was exposed. As silently as she could, she pulled herself off of the branch she slipped silently out of the tree. Leaves collected around the base of the tree padded her short fall. Damp with remnants of a past rain shower. Wetness and dirt clung to the bottom of her naked feet.
Only a few steps and she'd reach her shoes lying abandoned on the wet cool grass. Silently creeping towards them, holding him in her view never faulting. A snap emanated from her feet filled the entire field, braking the silence causing him to look up startled.
She stepped on a thick twig her weight causing it to snap underneath her naked feet. A slight sting set in but it seemed minuet to the situation. Eyes immediately flying to hers, wide with surprise and confusion. Maria stood frozen with fear as embarrassment and those hidden feelings began to set in again.
After what seemed like forever he began moving towards her as if in a dream, somewhat light headed. He was close, too close. Neither had broken the silence. A jolt of warmth shot through her veins shaking her to life. Causing a red crimson blush to cover her body. Suddenly sounds of the river and birds chirping stopped. Sounds of light breathing coming fast with the heightened pounding of every heartbeat seemed to fill her ears.
She felt as if he could read her very soul, as he bore his eyes into hers. Reaching deep inside of her, causing her to forget the outside world and everything but the feelings nestled deep, awakened only by him. It seemed liked forever as they stayed like that. He was the first to brake the silence.
"Hello." He sounded in a fleeting whisper. Fully aware of the emotions that she was stirring in him. She couldn't speak.
"I didn't think anyone would be here." He spoke again hoping to get a response from her.
"I come here to think." Maria finally spoke, knowing she couldn't get out of this situation.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude." She hadn't expected to see him at all, but here he was. Just like before. He just stood there handsomely, waiting for her to answer. She'd planed it all out. But every time he's there before her she's overcome with emotions and can't function. Everything seems to happen in a daze and she wonders; Did it really happen? Am I really feeling this way?
"Maria.about what happened. I.I think we need to talk." He spoke, as he felt a light drip upon his nose. It was going to rain.
"To tell the truth, I was hoping that we might meet again." Georg could feel Maria's eyes on him. And the light drips were getting heavier by the second.
"Maria I don't care." Maria stared confused. She couldn't figure out what he meant not with him so close.
"I.I don't. what do you mean?" The words just seemed to tumble out of her with out a thought of where the conversation might be going. Only acting on those emotions.
"I don't care about your occupation. It doesn't matter to me."
"I felt so alive that night. I haven't felt that way in a long time." Georg revealed to her. Georg stared into her the emotions were clear on her face, and in her eyes. She was completely naked to him. They were soft, yet they told him everything he wanted to hear. Everything he needed to hear.
The heavy droplets quickly turned into a full-fledged rainstorm, but neither of them seemed to care.
"I love you." He spoke softly, as he raised his hand cupping her chin. Bringing her to him. Her eyes shut immediately at his delicate touch. His moist lips finally touched hers for the first time. She opened her mouth to fully take him, senses immediately overtaking his body. They finally parted, she sighed. Sliding down to his chest as he enveloped her. Wrapping his arms around her delicate body, it simply didn't matter that the rain had fully soaked them.
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I felt that I should mention this at the end of the story. In every chapter the word 'naked' appears at least once.
Naked: openly displayed or expressed and often threatening or disturbing.
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