A/N: This scene is also from Moments of Truth during Maria and Georg's last night in his friend's house before they go to the Whiteheads. I do a very brief scene setting at the beginning, but I do change the wording around somewhat from Moments of Truth to make it a bit more interesting.

Maria had never considered herself a shy person, but she supposed the newfound intimacy she had with Georg, intimacy she had never expected to have given her choice of vocation, was enough to make even the boldest person a bit hesitant. Fortunately, he seemed to realize that, and he let her take her time, massaging his entire body as she grew accustomed to the feeling of his warm skin beneath her hands. As she felt him relaxing, she started to relax as well, and when she finally undressed him to his undershorts, she actually grew bold enough to give his butt a slight squeeze. He gave a gasp of surprise as his hips thrust forward, pressing into the bed. Pleased, she did it again and received the same reaction. "Are you ready for me to turn over now?" he asked, his words a bit breathless.

"Yes." When he did so, her eyes immediately dropped to his large erection straining against the fabric of his underclothes. It seemed almost bigger than it had the previous night. She wondered if she was just misremembering of if he was truly more aroused.

One of his hands reached out, running over her body on top of her clothes. When he reached her back, he started to undo the buttons of her dress, but she shook her head to stop him. "I'm not finished yet." He looked surprised, but then his eyes darkened in pleasure as she began to run her hands over his chest lightly, noting that though the bruising had gone down, it was definitely still present. She had not had much chance to touch him the previous night, and she relished it now. Feeling bolder, she dropped her hands lower, dipping them briefly down to press against the bulge of his arousal. He gave a slight cry as he pressed into the contact. "Lift," she instructed, squeezing a hip, and he obediently lifted his hips off the bed. She pulled his underwear off his body, freeing his straining erection. With that task complete, she ran her hands over his inner thighs for a minute or so, feeling him shivering beneath her. When she finally reached his arousal, she stopped, studying it for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Before, she had been copying what he had done the previous night, but the difference in their anatomies meant that would no longer work.

"Think of when we're joined," he told her, his voice laced with desire. "The sensations I feel then—tight squeezing and thrusting in and out. That is what brings me the most pleasure." Her eyes lit up as she understood, and she slowly ran her fingers down his shaft before gripping it in her hand, squeezing a bit when she remembered his instructions. He hissed between his teeth, his eyes sliding shut. She moved her hand up, fumbling as she attempted to mimic his thrusting into her, but she eventually found her rhythm. She knew he was enjoying it by the way his hips began thrusting up to meet her strokes, and she began to move faster, remembering how he would speed up as he neared his end.

His words about mimicking their lovemaking echoed in her head, and she suddenly thought of something else she could do to increase the sensation. She let him go, and he gave a soft moan of displeasure. Quickly, she stuck out her tongue, wetting the palm of her hand, before placing it back on the silken skin of his arousal. His eyes shot open immediately, focusing on her. "Oh, good Lord, where did you learn that?" She gave a small, almost self-conscious shrug.

"I was just trying to mimic what happens when we're joined, like you said. I know I'm wet down there, so I thought. . ."

"You thought correctly." He was panting now, his hips thrusting wildly. "Have I ever told you how absolutely brilliant you are?" She blushed, focusing her attention again on him. As her first hand stroked him, she moved her second to his inner thigh and then brushed against his scrotum. His breath hitched.

"Is that okay?"

"Good God, yes, just be a bit gentle with them." Taking his instructions to heart, she cupped his balls gently, running her fingers along the ridge in the middle of his sac. Her other hand continued to stroke him, speeding up as she attempted to keep up with his thrusts. He had tossed his hands out to either side and was gripping the sheet tightly as he mumbled something incoherent. Maria's first hand began to grow a bit tired, so she quickly pulled the second off of him, wetting it with her tongue, and switched hands. He did not attempt to muffle his groan at that action, and Maria hoped the children did not hear. "I'm close," he rasped, his fists now clenching and unclenching on the bedsheets.

"Good."

"Very. . . God, Maria. . . I'm coming!" The last words seemed to be almost a warning, but Maria was not sure what she was supposed to do with it. She simply watched, squeezing a bit harder as her hand continued to stroke him and his face contorted with pleasure. With a look of complete rapture, he shattered beneath her, the sticky, white streaks of his release spattering over his stomach and her hand and the sheets beside him. She kept stroking, letting him ride out all of the release until he finally collapsed, utterly spent. Remembering what had happened after their first coupling, she rose from the bed, retrieving a warm wash cloth from the ensuite. When she returned, she began to run it over his stomach and thighs. He slotted his eyes open, giving her a gentle smile. Once she had finished cleaning him, she returned the wash cloth and settled back in bed beside him. He wrapped an arm around her, running his hand down her back. "How are you feeling?" he whispered. A shiver went through Maria as she considered her answer. She was not sure she had the courage to say the word. He seemed to realize her predicament, for he smirked at her. "You can say it. I will not be at all offended. Actually, I would be delighted to hear exactly what you are feeling."

Maria wet her lips. "Aroused," she finally whispered, and his grin widened.

"I think we can take care of that." With that, he kissed her. It was an open-mouthed, greedy kiss that promised more to come, and Maria relished it, responding immediately. His hands moved to her back, and Maria did not push them away this time as they opened the buttons of her dress. Once he had removed it, he rolled over, pushing her gently onto her back as he began to map her body with his lips and tongue. She shivered beneath him, barely able to think due to the sheer pleasure of his attentions. As one hand danced up her leg to remove her underwear, she pushed her hips into his, surprised when she felt him once more hard and ready. She met his eyes, question in her gaze, and he gave a smile that was somehow both gentle and feral. "That is what you do to me," he whispered against her lips. "I cannot seem to get enough of you."

"Is it. . . normal? I thought men only came to completion one time before needing to recover."

"It is normal enough for a man with a beautiful woman naked beneath him I would suppose though I have admittedly never discussed such things with other men." He cocked his head to the side, gentling his touches. "Does it scare you?"

Maria shook her head immediately. "Actually, it's rather thrilling," she told him honestly, feeling a bit wanton for the admission.

"For me as well," he assured her, kissing her again as his hand pressed against her center. She gave a small cry into his mouth as she pressed into the contact. He pulled his lips from hers. "You need to tell me what you want," he told her. "I know this is all new to you and there might be some lingering pain from last night, so if you do not want me to enter you, I understand. There are other things we can do."

"No, I want you. . . all of you." He grinned again, kissing her as he reached a hand down again. Instead of entering her immediately, however, he began to rub her center, starting with relatively light touches but gradually increasing the pressure and speed. Maria reached for him as well, but he pulled away.

"Right now is all about you," he told her. He swallowed her moan before pressing a finger inside her, curling it slightly. She felt herself begin to tremble as desire coursed through her body, and Georg began to rub tighter circles right on the spot where she wanted him most. She felt herself soaring, climbing higher and higher as his skilled fingers moved over her. Just as she was about to reach the precipice, he pulled back. She started to give a mewl of frustration, but it turned into an exclamation of a much different sort as he thrust inside her, sheathing himself fully with one motion. He pulled out almost immediately, pushing himself back in even deeper than before, something she had not realized was possible. As he did so, he twisted his hips against her, and the orgasm crashed over her.

Her vision went blank for a few seconds, but she was dimly aware that he continued thrusting, chasing his own release. When she finally became aware of her surroundings again, she looked up to see his face taut as his hips pistoned wildly. Remembering how he had reacted the previous night, she raised her legs, locking them around his hips. His eyes met hers, and he gave a moan of appreciation as he sped up even more. Suddenly, he reached a hand back, pushing her legs off as he pulled himself from her body and sat up on his knees. His second hand came up to grip his erection, and he pumped it twice before his orgasm overtook him. Maria felt the sticky wetness of his release coat her chest, stomach, and thighs before his shuddering finally stopped and he dropped his hands to the bed to support himself as he caught his breath. Still a bit stunned by what had happened, Maria lay beneath him, watching the rise and fall of his chest as she felt the semen sliding lewdly off her body. After a minute or so, he looked up, frowning slightly at the mess he had made. Just as she had done, he retrieved the wash cloth to clean her up. "I am sorry about that," he apologized as he wiped all evidence of his release from her body. "I should not have used your body so shamelessly, but I simply could not wait to retrieve a prophylactic. You truly do test my self control."

That comment made Maria's heart flutter slightly. She knew they needed to discuss some things, particularly the question of children that she thought they had settled the previous night, but for the moment, she was content to know that not only did he love her but he also desired her. That was more than enough.