She and the children were standing in the ocean, the water crashing about their knees as the waves hit the shoreline. Occasionally, one of the children would find a large shell that excited them, but mostly they were all happy to simply be together. It had been a lovely few days at the beach already, and she was so excited by the prospect of spending so much time there. It was such a lovely, relaxing reprieve from their everyday lives, she thought as the breeze rustled her hair. It smelled salty, earthy, but in a different way than she was used to. She had always known nature to be her mountain, the grass and the trees. The beach had been such a completely different kind of nature that had immediately, and unexpectedly, captivated her.
She placed a hand upon her stomach, smiling at the slightly swollen feel of it. Nobody else could tell at nine weeks, of course, but she could feel the difference. She couldn't wait to feel her child growing inside of her, moving and kicking about. As confused and distraught as she was at first to have become pregnant, she finally felt at peace with it, excited even to become a mother. She supposed that after years of making plans for her life that never seemed to happen, she had been quite resistant to another change to her plans. It took her a moment to realize that perhaps her baby was part of the plan all along.
A smile spread across her face at how happy she felt, how in love and calm her heart had grown. She knew it likely had more to do with the warm ocean breeze flooding her soul, but she hadn't felt so relaxed in her relationship with Georg and the children since she was their governess so many years ago. She was amazed by the fact that she could hardly remember the years without them, as if the pain and suffering she had felt didn't exist in the slightest. Their hearts had never stopped loving one another.
She gasped in surprise, her eyes springing open, as Georg wrapped his arms around her from behind. He chuckled as he held her close, feeling her relax against him. The children who hadn't seen him approach looked alarmed as well, before smiling and returning to their wading.
"I'm sorry to surprise you." He whispered, placing a kiss upon her cheek.
"It's alright, it's a nice surprise." She wrapped her arms tighter around his, cuddling into him.
"You all seem quite serene."
"We've been drinking." He laughed, his body vibrating against her back. "This truly is such a blessing, Georg. Thank you for bringing us."
"Darling, I would bring you to every beach in the world just to see you look this relaxed." He kissed her cheek again, taking in her scent.
"Father, can we move to the beach house?" She smiled at Kurt's words, and Georg laughed.
"It does sound like a great idea. But what would we do when it gets cold?"
"Wear our coats and make a fire, of course." They all laughed, and Kurt beamed at the idea that he was amusing to them.
She closed her eyes and rested her head against Georg's shoulder, taking in the feeling of his warm muscles from behind as they all chatted. She could have fallen asleep against him, her body so relaxed and satisfied. He moved his hands across her stomach, feeling for the slight swell that he knew to be there as well, and she smiled.
"What if we did move here?" She fell silent for a moment, waiting for the joke, but he wasn't joking. She turned to face him, brow furrowed.
"You just said it would be too cold. And what about the children's schooling?"
"There are schools around here, I'm sure." He held her tighter, placing a kiss to her hair. "Or perhaps England?"
"France." Louisa suggested.
"No, Italy." Friedrich suggested.
"I'm still partial to the beach house." Kurt piped in, and they all laughed at his persistence.
"Well, if we're talking about moving somewhere else entirely, we should go to America." Maria suggested, finding the children quite intrigued by her words.
"America? I've just read a book about America." Brigitta chimed in with excitement at the thought. "You can be anything you dream of there."
"Well that certainly sounds too good to be true." Georg chuckled, having wondered about the particular location himself, as he knew he would need to move his family sooner than later to keep them safe from the threats in their own country. Though he hadn't very much entertained the idea of moving all the way across the ocean, necessarily. "Children, what if we did move to America?"
"Why would we do that, Father?" Marta's sweet voice met his ears, and he smiled.
"Well, Marta, we are going to have to move somewhere. Things will get quite grim in Austria soon, and we don't want to be around for it." Maria turned her head to face him, wondering why he would tell the children such a thing. If they were to tell their friends, who would tell their parents…and then it made sense. He wasn't going to wait until they went back to school and saw their friends again, he was going to wait until they were married, and then he planned for them to go.
"Well, then, I say we go to America, where we can be anything we dream of." She felt him chuckle against her back, her words only slightly meant as a joke, but she felt in that moment they had loosely made their plan.
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She sighed as the hot water rushed over her body, scrubbing the rest of the shampoo from her hair. She and the children had been on the beach all day, running about and swimming in the sea, and she was amazed to find just how dirty she felt from it. Spending days with the children as she had been made her even more excited about her future with them, her future as their mother. She couldn't wait to spend the rest of her days enjoying them, hearing them laugh and sing together. Even though she had missed a few years in their lives, they were at the most perfect ages. She loved absolutely everything about them.
She smiled at the memory of Liesl and Christopher sneaking off together as she and the children returned to the beach house, smiling and holding hands as they rushed onto the beach. After their conversation, she hadn't seen much of the couple at all, and she only hoped it meant they were learning one another in all the ways they needed to. She certainly did not plan to ask! But she had prayed for them to find happiness in their marriage.
She finished shaving her legs, feeling the smoothness beneath her hand as she made sure she didn't miss a spot. She had to admit, she never worried much about her legs being overly smooth before she began courting Georg, so her showers took a bit longer than they used to. She didn't necessarily think he minded one way or the other, he said he didn't, but she found that she enjoyed the feeling of his hands moving up her bare, smooth skin as they caressed one another. Having felt her morning sickness ease a bit the past couple of days, she had felt much better…which also meant she had some additional urges that would need tending to soon enough. Her hormones were truly beginning to take hold in many ways; she could hardly stop herself from secret little touches to him all day.
"Darling, are you nearly finished? Our reservation is in an hour, we'll need to go soon." She smiled at Georg's voice as he entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
"Yes, I'm just soaping up now."
"Do you need help reaching anywhere?" She chuckled at his suggestive words, running her washcloth over her arms as the soap suds covered her skin.
"Is that all you ever think about?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so." She laughed, rinsing her body and squeezing out her washcloth. Suddenly, she felt a chill, and she turned to find the source of the draft.
"What are you doing?" She jumped as he pulled back the shower curtain, stepping in quickly to join her. The water running down his tanned, delicious body was nearly enough to make her heart stop in that moment.
"I've come to help." He didn't give her time to respond as he stepped forward and kissed her hard, his arms pulling her naked body close to his. She moaned into his mouth, aroused immediately at how slippery their skin felt as they pressed together. The steam from the water swirled about them as he ran his hands all over her, cupping her bare breasts as his tongue slipped into her mouth.
His hands drifted down her body, over the swell of her hips to grasp her backside, the steam enveloping them in a cloud of desire. She reached between them and took him in her hand, finding him incredibly hard as she stroked him. He groaned, kissing down her neck as she slowly moved her hand. He felt as if he was burning, painfully aroused. The thought of her in the shower was enough to make him feel he could explode, let alone being there with her, touched by her.
"We're going to miss our reservation."
"Fuck the reservation."
"Georg…" He kissed her lips to silence her scolding, pressing her body to the cool tiles of the shower wall. She lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist, guiding him to her opening with her hand. She rubbed him against her for a moment, feeling her stomach jolt, before bringing him into her warmth. They both sighed at the sensation, and she held him tightly as she stood upon her toes to get the angle correct, as she was just a bit short to make it perfect.
"How are you so wet already?" His words were punctuated by slow, deep thrusts.
"You're near…oh, do that again." She held him tightly to her as she quietly moaned, and he swirled his hips against her once more.
"You like that?" He slid his hands over her backside, the hot water pouring against their skin as he rolled his hips again.
"You know I do." She clinched around him, and he gasped, speeding up the pace once again. Her backside slammed against the tiles of the shower, and she held tighter as her foot slipped a bit. He quickly lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pinned her against the wall. He held her as if she weighed absolutely nothing, and the strength he showed between her legs made her pelvis throb even harder as he pumped into her.
She reached above her, grasping the top ledge of the shower for support as he ravished her against the tiles. He was so passionate, so animalistic, that she could hardly bear it at times. He pressed kisses along her throat, and she held him closer with her arm around his neck, pressing her full breasts against his chest. He groaned, kissing down her chest to find her cleavage, his tongue caressing her skin as he rolled his hips against her once again. Suddenly, she gasped, her stomach jolting and her toes curling as he continued to thrust deeply. She leaned forward in weakness, biting his shoulder to keep quiet as her orgasm crashed throughout her soul.
"I love watching you come." Her body jolted harder at his words, she had no idea she enjoyed being spoken to in such a way, but it made her entire body feel hot with passion. She met his eyes, desire staring back into her own, and she ground her hips harder against him as she regained her strength.
"Show me how you come." He gasped immediately, her commanding words providing all he needed to finally let go. He moved harder as she clung to him, feeling him throbbing deep inside of her as he convulsed against her. For a moment she wondered if he would drop her, but he held her tightly to the wall as they rode through his climax, his body stiff and rigid as he gasped for air. He found her lips, their tongues immediately battling as she placed one foot upon the ground, holding him tightly inside of her with her other leg still around his waist. He bit her bottom lip gently as he pulled away, and she sighed in contentment.
"You are filthy."
"What?" Eyebrows raised in question, she met his eyes. He only laughed, pecking her lips once more.
"I simply can't believe a former postulant just said such a thing to me." She felt herself blush, but hoped he couldn't tell over the heat that already permeated their skin as the shower remained running.
"You seem to like it when I do that."
"You're quite good at it, I must say." She gave a short laugh, smiling before she placed a gentle kiss to his lips.
"I don't know about that. Perhaps I like it when you're a bit filthy yourself."
"I know you do." She narrowed her eyes at him, but couldn't stop the smile that graced her lips. Her body felt incredibly relaxed, as if she were floating, as he pulled out, and she returned both feet to the ground.
"Arrogant man…"
"But you love me for it all the same." He kissed her, moving her beneath the water so she wouldn't become cold.
"I do love you, so incredibly." She wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands moving across her back as they kissed. "We have absolutely ruined our chances of making the reservation."
"My hunger for you far outweighs any food…"
"Oh, yes, but I'm pregnant. We're going to need to fulfill that second hunger fairly quickly." He laughed, kissing her once more for good measure.
