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That night Maria and Georg tucked the children into bed together. They were overjoyed their father had returned and that the two of them got along. Everyone felt, even though they didn't know how to express it, that it was finally the way it should be.
They also secretly hoped their father would be able to convince Maria to stay forever. They loved her too much, she was their best friend but at the same time a mother figure. In recent days, they had lost hope due to constant tensions between them, but today they behaved like lovebirds and were overjoyed.
As soon as Maria closed the last door of the children's room, Georg immediately took her hand, dragging her toward the stairs and then toward the ballroom, so all she had left to do was to follow him.
It was obvious he was on a mission, she thought with delight. Of course, the devil in her did not give her peace, so why miss the opportunity to tease him a little.
"Captain, you don't have to hold my hand anymore, we are not on the mountain." she said mischievously with a loutish smile, as they approached the ballroom.
Georg didn't answer, Maria thought he hadn't heard her. He opened the door, let her through, not letting go of her hand, and closed it.
Maria was enchanted and thrilled by the beauty of the ballroom with discreet lights and the sound of a gramophone, which looked much nicer than when she danced with an imaginary partner when she first met the Captain.
From her wandering thoughts, she was pulled by a deep and seductive voice.
"Two important things. We're back in the room where it all started and I hope tonight you'll accept a real partner. And second, more importantly, mountain or not, I have no intention of ever letting go of your hand in my whole life."
He took possession of Maria's other hand and placed it on his shoulder and slowly began to dance with her. Maria was grateful for him holding her because she would faint.
As the dance progressed, they got closer and closer.
Tonight Georg threatened Max, giving him a bottle of the best wine and setting him a child's bedtime, to make sure he wouldn't interfere and interrupt them.
He never wants to let go of my hand, what does that mean?
Maybe she would have understood that, if she hadn't lost the ability to think and speak, just to spin his words in her head over and over, feeling and absorbing his warmth and masculine scent.
He tempted her again with his closeness as she lost herself in his gaze. They soon stopped dancing and looked at each other for a long time, at the same time getting closer and finally kissing.
The kiss was long but chaste, Georg didn't want to scare Maria even though he had a hunch that she was very passionate.
They were both overwhelmed with emotions as they stood in each other's arms for a long time, trying to memorize this moment for the rest of their lives.
Through Georg's body, hormones and excitement raged, so even though he wanted to go slow, the hot male in him pushed him to "test the water." So this time he kissed Maria more passionately, which made him laugh through the kiss, of course his Maria would reciprocate.
But soon it was no longer funny to him because he felt that if he didn't stop Maria, he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. So with heavy breathing and roaring excitement he suggested they go to the study.
Using distraction techniques, to calm down a bit and take control over the steamy situation, he poured them a drink and managed to persuade Maria to try just a little. Which was funny since she immediately started coughing.
He wanted to involve Maria in a conversation, to try to relax the situation and herself. However, it was very difficult because she could barely restrain herself, her eyes were full of desire and lust. And something else, oh God she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Georg declared defeat, again as many times before, with her.
His lips crashed on hers in a passionate kiss as tongues fought for dominance and their hands persistently and resolutely explored more and more. They both felt waves of affection and excitement from the lower body and a strong need for each other.
Again Georg was the first to withdraw, he loved Maria too much and wanted to be honorable and to acquaint her with his intentions.
"Maria, darling, do you have any idea how much I love you?" Georg asked, looking into her eyes, blurred from desire, deeply humbled that he had met a woman with whom he shared the same feelings.
But she had a question instead of an answer.
"Do you remember the lady from the toy store (he nodded), is it possible that she already knew then, when I didn't even know myself?" her question looked as confusing as her feelings.
He got his answer, Oh God thank you, she reciprocated his feelings.
Again their lips crashed against each other, this time, if it's possible even more passionately. They felt dizzy from the boiling blood through their veins and arousal. Through kisses, while he was still able to think meaningfully, Georg begged Maria not to leave him. And Maria could barely answer him through kisses that she had to, he would be too much of a distraction for her.
But Georg was a determined man and with only one mission, to make his destiny tonight.
"Maria I don't want you to ever leave me, please marry me!" He asked pleadingly, looking at her with all the love of the world.
Maria was shocked and speechless, thousands of thoughts were running through her head, she could never in her wildest dreams imagine Georg loving her, let alone wanting to marry her.
And before she could think of any answer, her treacherous hands and body were already on Georg and kissing him with all she had. Her body was on fire and demanded him. It definitely meant "yes" Georg thought, responding to her passionate kisses and excited moans.
He wanted Maria badly, burning with need for her. He had dreamed about her for so long that now in reality it was much more intense that he already felt trembling from his excited and aroused body. But he was an honourable man and when he loved, then he loved deeply.
So through kisses he explained to her that he expected, given his status, the wedding will be in three months, and that she would stay in the house during that time, which would be occupied with many chaperones to keep them apart.
His words brought Maria back to reality, she stopped, processing once more what he said, and muttered.
"Sorry Georg but I can't marry you!" and headed for the door.
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I am sorry for a little delay but here I am. So, did you expect this answer?
