So... writer's block hit me like a dump truck. This update took way too long, and apologies for that. I am getting back into the groove of SoM story writing. I am starting on a special treat for y'all (not sure when it'll be posted). Anyway.

Warning: There is uh... adult content that kind of involves a piano. Have you seen that one part in Pretty Woman where Vivian enters the room while Edward plays piano, and he asks people to leave? If you have, that was the partial inspiration. There is also inspiration taken from chapter 55 of 'A Court of Mist and Fury' (book 2, of the ACOTAR series by Sarah J. Maas). If you've read the series, you'll catch the reference.

Note: I have never written any sort of mature content for SoM. Only a few other fandoms. The content ia completely different than what I typically write and may come across as too out of character. Keep in mind this is AU, and Maria is more mature. Bear with me if it's rubbish.

See end of chapter for another author's note.

So, uh... I hope you enjoy?

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I couldn't sleep to save my life. All I could think about was Maria. Never in a million years did I ever think that I would find a second chance at love, to feel that spark that brings a person to life.

I looked over at the alarm clock on my nightstand, and groaned at the time. Four in the morning is far too early for my liking. In the Navy, we used to get up even earlier at three o'clock on the dot. After retiring several years ago, I have gotten back to a semi-normal sleep schedule: Go to bed at midnight, wake up at seven.

I knew I wasn't able to go back to bed, so I pulled on my robe, and tied it around my waist. After I slipped from my room, I quietly made my way to the music room. After Agathe had died, it was the one place that gave me some solace. While I could play piano and guitar, I preferred to just sit and relive the good memories, the ones where Agathe was alive and we were happy.

Tonight, however, I felt the urge to play the piano.

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Halfway through my favourite piece, I heard a soft sigh. Looking in the direction of the sigh, I seen Maria. Her hair was slightly tousled and she had her robe on. I wondered what she was wearing underneath her robe, because if she were to wear the "tent" of a nightgown she wore before she left, wouldn't her robe look more poofy?

As soon as she had sauntered over to me I immediately put my hands on her waist and brought her down onto my lap.

"I didn't know you could play the piano, which piece were you playing?"

I kissed her neck and mumbled, "It's Beethoven's 'Piano Sonata, NO. 23'. It's F Minor, Op. 57. In Beethoven's middle period, it was one of three famous Sonatas..." I paused as I gently nipped at the crook of her neck, "Did you know, that the first edition was published in 1807, in Vienna?"

She let out a small moan, "No, I didn't. Maybe some time, you can teach me?"

I didn't say anything, I just kissed her on the lips. When we broke apart for air, she purred, "Well, good morning to you too... Darling."

My gods the sound of her morning voice turned me on. It's almost like I reverted to my days as a young Navy recruit who was obsessed with women, eighteen years old and classified as a rake. Not exactly something I'm proud of.

When we broke for air after our second kiss, Maria said something that shocked the hell out of me. It was something that made me smile devilishly.

Breathlessly, she whispered, "Georg, I- I need you. I w- want y- you."

Her words made my desire shoot through me, from my head to my toes. Made me want to take her. Whether it would be soft and slow, or fast and hard, I couldn't say. That was Maria's decision to make.

Standing her up in front of me, I slowly untied her silk robe. When it fell open I moaned at the sight. She was wearing a black, very short and thin night gown, and it didn't leave much to my imagination. Not that it needed to. After her robe was off of her, I felt the need to touch her. Reaching up to her face, I let my hand caress her cheek. Once my hand had reached her shoulder, I traced a path from there to the valley between her breasts, and down the front of her, until I reached the space just above her waist. I then stood up to press myself against her, taking her lips into a sweet yet passionate kiss. Apparently though, I pressed myself against her just a little too hard because a few of the piano keys were pressed, making them let loose with some notes. So much for being quiet.

Maria looked at me with lust filled eyes and questioned, "Hideaway?"

Not saying anything, I picked her up by her thighs, wrapping her legs around my waist and hurried to our hideaway in the study.

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Once we arrived in our hideaway, I carefully let her down to stand by the table that I used when painting model submarines and sailboats. When she had her feet planted on the ground, I let her open my robe. As it fell away, I could feel her staring at my bare chest and my well defined muscles, which in all honesty, stroked my male ego.

"My eyes are up here... Darling," I murmured huskily.

Maria's face broke out into a delectable little blush that brought out her baby blue eyes. She didn't say anything, just lunged at me and swept me up in a fiery, passionate kiss. Then the next thing I knew, our night clothes were torn off and she was laid flat on a table filled with paint and water.

I don't know were I got the idea, but I dipped my finger into some paint of a random color and painted a circle around her left breast, "I am going to start here," I lustfully whispered, as I painted a line from between her breasts, down past her navel, ending with an arrow pointing towards her womanhood. "Then... Then I am going to end right here."

Maria said nothing and gasped, as I paid rapt attention to both of her breasts by suckling and nipping them, as well as massaging them. They were perfect.

After paying attention to her chest, I licked a trail from her torso and to the apex of her thighs, then I kissed her inner thighs. Slowly, I moved to nestle my face against her womanhood. It smelled sweet like honey, and oh gods, did it taste amazing. More than amazing. I grew harder at her breathy moans coming from her. Harder than I thought I could ever get.

I could feel her getting closer to the edge. Before she could go over said edge, I moved up the length of her body and kissed her soundly on her lips. "You taste divine. However, I am sure it will be even more divine..." I paused to lift her from the table, to the bathroom, so we could shower and cleaned up, "When I'm inside you."

So, this isn't the typical type of smut I write. I was going to have a few paragraphs more after the table scene. However, I felt the need to stop here. There will be a part two, to the "give in" content. I may not answer all reviews, but I do read them. Those of you who review, thank you!Shout-out: ForHereYouAre, thank you for the boost in confidence that I needed to post this chapter. You're a peach, my friend! xx