*Some "M" content. First part none, but towards the end, a bit of it. Short-lived, the first half could be worth the read, but it's up to you.*

Chapter 6

Maria stood silently looking over the streets of Paris practically at a bird's eye view. La Tour Eiffel. This is what tied up Paris for her. Although they had some time left, Maria knew that being at the top of this landmark meant that she was really in Paris.

Georg was saying something to one of the workers and when she felt he was beside her once more, Maria said, "I've never felt superior to anything, until now. Not because I necessarily feel that I am better than anyone else, but because I am better that who I once was."

"My darling, you have every right to. You have always been extraordinary. Me, our children, every one who knows you sees that you are a remarkable woman. Only now, you're finally getting everything you have always deserved… The world at your fingertips."

Maria felt so much sentiment towards her husband at that moment, all she could do was hug his waist and rest her head on his shoulder. Georg only smiled, hugged her back, and kissed the top of her head.

As they stood there, Maria thought back to a few weeks before when they had shopped up and down the Champs-Élysées and ended on the Arc de Triomphe. As she looked down, she saw where they had walked, laughed, and made their way to where they were. In a way, that is the way Maria felt in this moment, she was on top of the world, surveying all that had once been, everything around her. And with this man next to her, she would never have to get down.

The worker that Georg had been talking to then returned with champagne and two flutes. "What is this, Georg?" Maria smirked.

"It's only the most special, celebratory thing to do while looking over the whole city!" He thanked the man and handed a flute to Maria. "To you. My most beautiful, darling, divine wife. The queen of my world. I love you to the heavens and above, and couldn't be luckier to call you mine."

Maria clinked her glass to his, but before lifting it back up, looked into his eyes and added, "I don't know what I would ever do without you. I needed you just as much as you claimed that I helped you out of your grief."

"And how is that?" Georg softly asked, astonished at Maria's confession.

"You allowed me to find the only place where I really, truly belong. Everything else was only temporary. You have been the most stable person in my life, along with others who only guided me along the way. You're my friend, my confidante… and I'm the luckiest person in the world to also call you my husband. I'm glad everything had once been so wicked because I love you all the more for it now. You are exactly what my life needed and I'm glad you came when you did."

Georg's eyes began to well up with a few tears as he looked into his wife's clear, honest blue eyes — a sea in which he would never swim to shore. All he could do was whisper, "Oh my darling," bringing his lips down to hers. She returned the kiss ardently, sealing what she had said to him. All of it was true, the definition of his importance. It was one of the only ways she would ever be able to put into words what she felt for him. In most other instances, it would be indescribable. But at that moment, Maria's ability to speak exactly what her mind put together before even thinking about it took over her and she expressed all that her husband would ever need to hear.

Georg pulled back, cupped Maria's face tenderly and told her, "You're all I'll ever need."

She smiled radiantly and replied, "Well that's good. Because you're all I'll ever need as well. So," she chuckled, "that's that!"

"I suppose it is!" Georg kissed Maria once more before they turned to soak in the view once more.

Later that night, after Maria and Georg had gone to dinner and returned to the hotel, Georg shut the door to their suite and Maria grabbed his hand to pull him close. She hugged his frame tightly to her own, and soon Georg felt her shoulders begin to shake. Somehow, Georg understood immediately that she was only being wracked with a new wave of emotions.

He gently pushed them towards the sofa to sit. Maria surprised him, however, when she waited for Georg to sit and then proceeded to place herself across his lap. He welcomed her into his arms and she nestled into his neck to let the last of her tears out. After a few minutes, Georg felt her calm and her breath keep up to his ear, where she whispered, "I love you."

Maria kissed him along his neck and jawline while opening the buttons of his shirt. After that and his jacket were discarded to the floor, Georg lifted Maria so that she was then straddling him. The skirt of her dress was pushed up to her hips as he ran his hands along her slender legs, back side, and over her panties. Maria reached to guide his hand to the zipper under her arm, which he pulled down almost immediately.

After that was added to Georg's shirts, Maria took care of his belt buckle and pants' zipper so she could remove her underwear while he got rid of those. Finally, her bra was lost in the heap and Georg reached down to caress her breasts. He took Maria's cue when she thrust into him, lifting and lowering her onto him.

They made love deeply and tenderly. Maria's forehead was lovingly resting against her lover's as she whimpered and pulled at his strands of hair. Georg called to his wife as he moved within her, and only when she gripped his member did he know she had reached her peak as he groaned her name through his lips. Surprised by Maria's quiet demeanor, gripping his shoulder and nuzzling his cheek, he opened his eyes to look at her. What Georg saw made him realize how tender and fragile he and his wife had just become.

When Maria felt him move to look at her, she lowered her eyes before meeting his gaze. They were wet with moisture, she was so engrossed in her feelings that she did not feel her eyes moisten or know the tears had come until the immediate throws of orgasm had ebbed away. She did not scream out or gasp in ecstasy, as she usually had, to which Georg would do the same before smothering their cries with his mouth. This time, her mind was blank except for emotion and she wouldn't even allow the night air around them to hear what she felt. It didn't even reach Georg's ears.

It was only meant to be felt. The raw emotions hidden in the marrow of Maria's soul was only to be snuck into Georg's silently, without warning. This would happen in the most tender, unexpected moods that left Maria temperamental because one moment she was the most simple, yet emotional being, and the next, everything was racing through her veins and she didn't know what to think or feel first.

This was all conveyed to Georg naturally, which Maria would never understand how, and he gently lifted them off of the couch, still as one, and lowered them onto the bed. Neither thought, they only made love once more before falling silent in each other's arms.

For two people who found it easy to convey their needs to other's, they would turn to these raw moments where nothing, not even words, existed besides emotion. It was where they could meet half way between their playful banter, daily turbulence, and eternal love. Both Maria and Georg were left with a rush of feelings in the end, but knew that this was all they needed to communicate between each other. Simplicity.

They wouldn't need words, cries, looks. Just a transfer of love from one being to another. As they were ordained to be.

*There's Chpt. 6. This may or may not be the last of the honeymoon chapters, but there will be more to come afterwards. Although I'm mainly using the movie's versions of Maria and Georg, as with the von Trapps' real story, I will not use the Anschluss immediately after the honeymoon. Partially because that's not what actually happened, but also because I like to be wrapped up in their relationship and daily feats as a married couple for as long as possible. Eventually, though, I will refer to real-life people and possibly events that are based on the real family because I have a tendency of doing so. :) xoxo

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