After sending the children off to school, Maria knew her window would be small to talk to Georg before he began working...and with working came the drinking, and she knew there would be no talking to him if he started. She took a deep breath outside the door of his study, gaining her strength for everything she needed to say. It was finally going to happen; she was doing it.
"Georg, I need to speak with you." She entered his study to find him on the phone, and he nodded at her in greeting. She gave him a small smile, closing the door behind her as she moved to sit in a chair in front of his desk. He was speaking English, probably assuming she didn't know the language herself, but she had in fact become fluent throughout teaching school, having tutored for an English family for years. It had been a long time since she used it, but she hadn't forgotten.
"Sorry, darling, what were you needing?"
"Why are you moving money to a bank in England?" She spoke in perfect English, and he raised his eyebrows in bewilderment.
"You do always find ways to surprise me, don't you?" She shrugged, maintaining eye contact.
"Imagine my own surprise. You're moving money?"
"Yes, the children's grandparents are assisting me with handling some transfers to a bank in England."
"Why?" She felt some hope that perhaps he had come to his senses and wanted to leave.
"Everything is becoming less private these days than it used to be. I simply don't want anyone to know what we have. No need to be alarmed." He picked up a glass of something dark, taking a sip. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"It's barely ten..."
"I know, Maria. Let's not have this conversation again, please." She was taken aback by his annoyed tone, and he began to focus again on his work, his eyes glued to the papers on his desk.
"Fine, but I wanted to speak with you."
"Go ahead, darling." His eyes remained on his work, not even bothering to pay her much attention. She was confident he wasn't going to hear a word she said, and she was quite frustrated at being brushed to the side.
"I can't get five minutes of your time?"
"Mmhmm..." She scoffed, standing and storming toward the door. There was no way she would get through to him...unless. She stopped as she reached for the handle, deciding instead to turn the lock and look toward him. She rolled her eyes, he had no idea she was even still in the room.
She bit her lip in contemplation for a moment before she began to unbutton her blouse. She was wearing a new outfit, one that Mia helped her pick out when they went shopping a few days prior, a white blouse and patterned skirt. She felt good about herself when she put it on and was hopeful her husband wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her. Like so many things lately, he had hardly paid attention. She supposed she didn't mind, clothes weren't all that important of course, but she was rather hoping he'd feel inclined to take them off of her.
Tossing her blouse over the top of a chair, she began to work on the buttons on the back of her skirt, pushing it down her legs and lying it over the chair as well. She looked up to him, but he still didn't seem to notice at all. She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and removing her stockings.
"You know it's been a week since you've touched me." She stepped out of her slip, adding it to her pile of clothing before reaching to the clasp of her bra and doing the same with it.
"Hm? That can't be right." He still didn't look up, and she felt the need to throw something at him as he turned some pages over upon his desk, taking another sip of his drink.
"It is. And even then you fell asleep."
"Hmm..." Determined, she stepped out of her panties and stood stark naked in front of his desk, hands upon her hips. He still didn't notice, so she reached forward and took his drink. His eyes followed the glass as she brought it to her lips and drained it, doing her best not to choke at the burning sensation in her throat. It was incredibly strong, especially for so early in the day. His eyes widened, a large smile appearing upon his face. "Maria?"
"Perhaps if I were served from a bottle you would notice me?" She placed the empty glass upon his desk and raised her eyebrows in question.
"What are you doing?" She walked around the desk and pushed his jacket off his shoulders, he helped her by tossing it to a chair in the corner.
"Nearly begging for your attention. Have I succeeded?" He chuckled, bringing a hand to her cheek.
"I would say yes. What is it you needed?"
"Something else, but now I'm distracted." She pressed her lips to his, sighing as he deepened the kiss immediately. It had felt like forever since she had even kissed him, fully kissed him with no interruption. She had other things she needed to discuss, but for the time being she was going to enjoy her husband.
She began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants as their kiss continued, sweet and soft, just how she needed it at the moment. She pushed his shirt off and he stood, his hands moving over her bare back as he pulled her close. She could feel the heat of his skin against her breasts, sending jolts of excitement through her body. She reached for his belt as his hands moved over her backside, giving a squeeze as he moved his kiss to her neck. She pushed her hands beneath the waistline of his underwear, pushing the rest of his clothing to his ankles and pressing her body against his. He quickly stepped out of his shoes and kicked his clothes away, turning them so he could press her firmly against his desk.
She ran her hands through his hair as he trailed his kiss down her neck, between her breasts and over her stomach, taking stock of her body. She caught herself upon the desk as he spread her legs and nuzzled his face between them, causing a gasp to escape her lips. He settled upon his knees, his warm palms grasping her thighs from beneath as he pulled her closer to his mouth, lapping at her. Her head fell forward as she closed her eyes, biting her lip while taking in the feeling of his tongue upon her. Her body ached for him, she had no idea how badly, as his tongue entered her, swirling madly.
Perhaps she hadn't felt particularly close to him lately due to their lack of intimacy. Their relationship had begun with their physical connection, and making love always seemed to bring them back to one another when things began to shift or change in their lives. It was a part of her that she never imagined could exist, but she needed his body against hers to feel alive sometimes, to feel close and connected.
His tongue was everywhere, no surface left untouched. She opened her eyes to find him watching her face, able to see him pull back and slip his tongue all along her at a tantalizing pace. The sensations as well as the visual had her body boiling, building to a release she knew she would become desperate for at any moment. He slowly inserted a finger into her, brushing it toward him as his tongue moved faster. She moaned as her body twitched, grasping the side of the desk with her hands as her legs felt weak.
He added a second finger, thrusting a few times before brushing them toward him again, hitting the perfect spot inside of her to make her boil over in that moment. She gasped, her body shaking as she went weak, his tongue lapping furiously between her thighs, his fingers pumping into her as her hips squirmed against him at their own accord. She felt free and exhilarated at his touch. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt her body relaxing, his tongue moving slowly, making sure to lick every surface one more time before he removed his fingers and began to kiss her thighs.
He trailed his kiss over her stomach, upward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth as he caressed her other breast, his palm warm against her skin. He pressed his hips against hers as he stood to full height, his erection slipping between her legs, sliding against her wet opening, incredibly sensitive to the touch. She shivered as his lips touched hers, his tongue pressing between them. She moved her hips against him, leaning back against the desk for support as she lifted and wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him to enter her.
He thrust slowly, stopping when he was fully buried inside of her, kissing her deeply. They caressed one another's bare skin for a moment, simply maintaining their connection as kisses became more sensual, and need turned into a blazing fire between them. He pulled her with him as he sat in his chair, never losing their connection, and she began to move her hips atop his. His fingers caressed her, gripping her tightly as she rolled her hips over him, arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him close for a kiss.
He kissed over her cheek, across her neck as she continued to move, jolts of electricity coursing through their bodies. He turned the chair, standing and moving her until she felt her back touch the chill of his desk. He thrust deeply, and she felt her breath hitch at the change of pace. Her legs wrapped tightly around him as his fingertips trailed over her stomach, between her breasts, his gentle touch tickling just a bit.
He bit his lip, holding himself back as they moved. He wanted her to come again, having only been able to give her that particular pleasure of coming twice one other time in their relationship, but feeling he needed to show her how much he cared about her after the way he had been neglecting her for so long. He knew he had issues that needed addressed, knew he needed to take better care of himself and his family, and he hoped she could continue to be patient with him for just a moment longer. She was such an extraordinary woman.
He moved his thumb over their connection as he sped up the pace, and she arched her back, moaning into the thick air of the room as she immediately came for a second time, gripping the edge of the desk. He moved faster, her body having grown weak with pleasure and so tight around him as he began to shake uncontrollably. He gasped, falling forward and catching himself upon the desk as he spilled inside of her. His body was out of his control, wildly convulsing as he pumped into her warmth.
"My God, Maria..." He sighed, closing his eyes as the last waves of pleasure left them, their bodies spent and relaxed. He pulled her with him as he sat in his chair, still maintaining their connection so the spell wouldn't break. He knew how she liked it when they stayed close.
"I love you so much." She whispered as she kissed his neck, running a hand through the back of his hair. Her body felt shaky, as if she were made of water. His hands caressed her bare back, coming to envelope her in a close embrace.
"I love you, darling. I know I've been very distracted, and it's not fair to you." She rested her face against his cheek, knowing his ways wouldn't change, but for the moment feeling hopeful that he would try. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Oh." She chuckled a bit out of nerves. "I'm afraid you'll be upset, and we shouldn't be naked."
"I promise I'll be calm, especially if you're naked." She pulled back a bit and looked into his eyes as he smiled to her. He obviously had no idea what she was going to say if he promised such a thing. He pressed a kiss to her lips in encouragement, and she met his eyes once more.
"I want to leave Austria."
"Why would you say that?" He seemed surprised, but kept his voice calm as he had promised.
"I'm afraid...of everything, I suppose. I feel so anxious about it all. I just want us to go." She didn't want to bring up the children with him inside of her, but he quickly solved that by lifting her from his lap and pushing her to her feet as he stood, a bit rougher with her than she would have preferred. He began gathering his clothing, and she sighed in frustration. "You see, I knew you wouldn't be able to stay calm."
"Well I didn't think you would say something so stupid."
"Stupid? How dare you." She pushed past him and began to redress, cringing at the feeling of not cleaning herself first, but she felt she needed to be covered quickly. She was right, there was no having the conversation and maintaining the level of intimacy they had found. They redressed in silence for a moment, gathering themselves for the conversation at hand."The children are afraid too, you know. All of them have told me at least once."
"Have they now? I've not heard a word of it." She stepped into her shoes, straightening her skirt as she was fully dressed.
"With all your distractions..."
"With all my distractions?"
"When would they have had the time or the courage to say anything to you? You terrify them when you're angry, which is constantly anymore." He frowned, straightening his tie and doing his best not to lose his temper. After a moment of silence, her arms crossed over her chest, he sighed to relieve his tension. "Please, Georg. Let's take the children and go. We could start a new life somewhere safe."
"Safe? Where exactly do you think is safer than here, Maria?" She knew he still believed Austria would make the decision not to join Germany, and because of that, she knew there was no getting through to him. But she needed to try.
"Switzerland?"
"Right next door?"
"England?"
"Doubtful. War will erupt in England soon enough, I should think." She looked to her feet, feeling defeated.
"I don't know where we should go, but we have to get out of here, and soon. Please, listen..."
"Listen to you speak as if you don't give a damn about this country? You could just pick up and leave without another thought?" He was staring into her eyes, digging deeply into her brain for reason. She sighed, running a hand through her hair in defeat. She knew it was hopeless from the start.
"Just forget I said anything." She began to walk away, reaching to unlock the door and make her escape.
"We need to finish this."
"What is there to finish? You've already made up our minds." She left the study, doing her best not to cry. She only wished he would stop being so stubborn and see things from her perspective, or at least listen to her rather than becoming so defensive. She needed to find a way to make him understand.