*Some M-Content. Not as much.

Chapter 4

As the familiar Austrian landscape rushed passed the window and slowly became more French, the Baron and Baroness von Trapp could be found in their private compartment with their heads upon one another's. Inside their heads swarmed thoughts of their last few and frantic days. They were interrupted from their light serene moment with the bell of the food cart coming through the car.

"Darling," Georg brushed Maria's cheek as she hastened up from his shoulder. "Would you like something to eat. I think I'm going to get some coffee."

"Surely some tea would be fine."

Once the cart got there, Georg ordered their drinks and some light snacks, while Maria moved over to the table by the window. He brought back over the food and they began to eat in silence. Both Maria and Georg occasionally looked up into the other's eyes and smiled, but they knew, especially after what they had shared, that it was not necessary for them to constantly talk in order to be comfortable. There was a content silence between them for a few minutes.

A few it was, until a piercing cry pierced the air from the compartment next to them. To Maria's surprised amusement, Georg did not flinch as she did, only looked up to the source of the noise. He chuckled at Maria's surprised expression. "Startled, darling?" He smiled.

"You're not?" She retorted.

"I wasn't expecting it, but the noise doesn't really get to me, as you may expect." Georg shrugged and smiled. He said it so cooly that Maria was a little put off by it. Almost as though it was something that was passed in his life and that was that. What if Georg never wants another child? What would happen if one came along? Maria stopped her movements to contemplate these possibilities.

"Darling, is something wrong?" Georg asked, waving a hand before Maria's face.

Maria hesitated before simply saying "Georg." She didn't know where this conversation was going or how it would end. "I know it may be unfair to you, for you have been blessed so many times and are still in the midst of raising the ones you have, but what would happen if more children came along?"

Georg frowned at the way Maria had phrased this question. "What do you mean 'What would happen?'" He asked gently. "We would love that child until the end of our days. Cherish him, raise him, give him all the privilege he deserves. As for my passed experiences, they are only what has happened before you came into my life. Yes, they make me who I am, but they are simply another part of my life. You are the new part." He took her hand and kissed it tenderly.

"And I want to experience things with you the way we should, as they come and go. Especially something like a child. Before you, I never thought I would have these feelings and experiences ever again. But you renewed them and made them new to me all over again. Nothing would make me happier than I am right now than to have a baby with you, proof of our love for one another."

"Oh Georg, I love you!" Maria moved over to Georg's seat and hugged him around the neck. "I wasn't sure how you would feel about it all. It is a whole new part of your life you'll need to begin again."

"Maria, you're always going to be the part of my life I want to begin again," he whispered in her ear.

"Well, Captain," Maria retorted. "In the mean time, I think we could enjoy trying." Maria sweetly said this against his neck and began to kiss him, up to his ear lobe. To Georg's surprise, Maria had immediately enjoyed this private, playful banter between them and it turned on a whole new switch within him.

Given their location and the fact that Maria had only just lost her virginity the day before, Georg knew it wouldn't be ideal to take his wife right then. But there would be ways around that.

He began to suckle on her neck and open up the jacket of her suit. Maria tugged on his lapels while whispering his name into the airs of their sudden passion. Georg followed her neck down to her blouse, undid the first few buttons, and began to kiss the tops of her breasts along her bra.

Maria writhed at the pleasure Georg brought to her with whatever he did. But at that moment, on the train, it was something she never imagined, but couldn't do without. She needed Georg more with each new touch. She began to bring her leg up along his, which Georg responded to and began to bring his hand under her skirt, along her thigh, and grabbed her behind.

Maria groaned into Georg's mouth, which only made him want her more. He continued the exploration underneath her skirt to the inside of her thighs, towards his main goal. Maria broke their kiss and gasped out Georg's name when he found what he was looking for. He began to rub her clit around in circles through her panties. She began to whimper and reached her hand up through his hair and turned his head towards her.

She opened her dark, lustful eyes and looked into his. "More, Georg," she demanded. He immediately obeyed.

Pushing the opposing clothing to the side, Georg traced around her wet opening and slipped two fingers inside of her. Moaning, Maria placed her leg closest to him over his own to open her legs for better access. In and out, he pumped his fingers inside of Maria while she kissed his neck all over.

When she stopped pecking and nestled into his shoulder, he knew she would be coming soon. Georg slowed down a bit, making it savory for the depth of her being. In an encasement of intimacy, Maria simply grabbed Georg's free hand. As he felt her walls begin to slowly pulse around his fingers, she just squeezed his hand and grabbed his neck with her other hand, kissing it gently.

Georg knew in that moment, as his sated wife sat holding his hand, that this is what true intimacy was. He removed his hand from her skirt, brought her leg into the other one and held her tightly. He knew that intimacy between Baron and Baroness von Trapp would be simplicity. They would come to find that it was Mozart or Chopin or Shostakovich playing while they made love. It would be exhaustion ironically giving them energy to be together after doing so the entire night/morning prior.

It wasn't necessarily going to be urgent. That would come in their fits of passion. But their intimacy would be much different. There was no rhyme or reason, it just came to be. Just as they did for each other, it would bring them to a new depth of the other each day.

*TBC. I know the last part seems conclusive, but it was only meant to be reflective. :) Keep reading!