The bathtub was filled to the brim: hot water and crystal soap bubbles that practically absorbed the figure sitting in them. There, leaning on the edge of the porcelain bath, Maria, with one hand hanging over the edge, carefully examined the patterns on the tiles on the floor. Green vine intertwined with gold stars, tile by tile, a unique print, perhaps even hand painted.
Such luxury even at her feet.
These thoughts began to creep into Maria's head more and more often. Luxury. Did she deserve all this? She was treated like a princess, a baroness, no less. Wherever she went: maids, taxi drivers, waiters, everyone tried to serve her. As if their main goal was to make her life more pleasant.
And then there was Georg. Her husband. The love of her life. Sometimes it seemed to her that his main task was to give her maximum pleasure. In everything, this thought made her head spin, and cheeks, already red from the hot water, turned even redder.
With him, she learned what it was like to be loved and desired. Receiving more than she was able to give to him. The laughter, joy and awe that filled her heart every time her handsome husband did or said something.
Is she worthy?
A wonderful week in Paris, such bliss she could not imagine even in her most secret, most intimate dreams. Paintings and statues, music and gardens, food. And her husband, a man who loved her just like that. Loved unconditionally and passionately. She had never experienced such strong feelings. Sometimes, late at night, after making love, when Georg was already sleeping peacefully, she lay, looking at his profile, and replayed his every move, every word. Will it always be like this? She hoped so. She was sure so.
It was at that moment that, interrupting her thoughts, Georg entered the bathroom, only in pajama pants, his hair slightly tousled from sleep, he leaned against the doorway, carefully examining the picture in front of him.
There, like a water nymph, lay Maria, her naked body covered with water, this scene was so innocent and intimate at the same time.
He seemed to stand there for an eternity until he finally spoke:
"I was afraid that you drowned. You know, an hour has passed since you came here"
Maria threw her head back slightly, booming laughter filling every corner with the bathroom: "I just couldn't fully enjoy it all. So strange, I never thought that I would enjoy sitting in a hot bath so much. At the villa...at home...in the governess's room I took a bath, but I never, you know, did anything like that," to confirm what was said, Maria took out her hand, which had previously rested on her stomach under the water, and patted it on the water.
With slow, measured steps, Georg approached the bathroom, sat down at the foot of it, took Maria by the hand and gently brought it to his lips. She watched with a small sigh as he slowly kissed her knuckles.
"Sometimes it seems to me that it's all a dream, one more moment and I'll wake up, " she extended her hand, which he still held to her lips, and gently stroked his cheek.
"Sometimes I think so too. I think everything is too perfect to be true, yes darling" he tilted his head slightly, allowing himself to fall completely into her tender touches, "every minute, every day, I thank God for sending you to me, I even..."
"Oh, please don't say that, I beg you, not again," she covered her face with her palms.
Is she worthy?
Still covering her face, she looked at him through her fingers, "I can't help thinking that I'm not doing enough. You spoil me, one word from me, and you are ready to do anything, but I don't want to..."
"Maria, but that's how it should be, I want to spoil you" Georg take her palms in his, wet and hot, so intoxicating "I want to spoil you so much that you forget the word no, do everything in my power to see your beautiful smile. Is it bad for a husband to want to please his wife like that?"
She simply looked into his eyes, silently shaking her head, so many thoughts were spinning in her head. Maybe she sat too long in the bathroom, it seemed to her that she was suddenly short of air.
"I just... I just want you to know that I want to do the same for you. Make you happy. Sometimes it seems to me that one wrong word or action of mine, and you will understand what mistake you have made." Tears threatened to fall in betrayal, but she did not want to turn away from him, no, she wanted to look into those bottomless blue eyes for eternity.
Georg's face distorted for a second with something similar to anger, and just as sharply changed, like a thunderstorm, Maria thought, they sat there for what seemed like an eternity, until finally he said: "Never think of yourself less than you really are. Maria, oh my love, if you could see yourself through my eyes," he remained silent for some time, and then quietly rose from the floor and headed towards the door.
"Georg," for a while she just looked at him, "I forgot the towel," she said, slightly embarrassed.
Nodding and smiling slightly, he headed towards the towel rack.
"Should I go out?" he asked, handing his wife a towel.
"No, stay"
Later, already in bed, wrapped in sheets, half asleep, Maria turned her head, looking at Georg's profile. Trying to remember every feature of him, the way his mouth was slightly open, his chest falling and rising with every inhalation and exhalation. He looked so calm and peaceful. There was only one thought in her head.
If you could see yourself through my eyes.
Oh, I'm a little nervous, soooo, this is my first fanfic, just a little story that's been floating around me for a while. If you have any comments, please feel free to write them (English is not my native language, although I think it's pretty obvious). I own nothing.