A/N: Hello! This is the replacement of Mamma Maria. I changed the name because as I continued to write Mamma Maria, I realized that Mamma Maria's story didn't really have anything to do with Mamma Mia! This fic has more to do with Young Sheldon, but this is just a fun little experiment so a lot of the things I write here are whatever. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Nothing super inappropriate in this chapter, just some kissing and language.
P.S.: I DO NOT OWN TSOM OR ANY CHARACTERS!
-typicallyali
Maria sat sulking at the bar, Elsa had gone skiing with her parents, leaving Maria alone.
"Why did I come here anyway?" she asked herself quietly as she fiddled with her fingers.
Yeah, Maria. Why did you come here? she added in her head.
"What was that?" a man's voice asked, Maria's head shot up.
"You just interrupted a conversation between myself and I." Maria firmly told the anonymous man.
"How rude of me!" he laughed, putting his hands up in mock defense.
Maria huffed angrily, turning her back towards him.
He pretended to pout, reaching for his heart in mock agony, "Awh, come on, liebling, don't be angry."
"Don't call me that."
"How about I buy you a drink? To make up for my rude actions." he raised an eyebrow.
Maria narrowed her eyes at him.
But a drink does sound nice... she thought, Maria! Why are you trusting this man?
Before she could stop herself, she said, "I'd like that."
With that, they both settled at the bar.
"What's your name?" he asked, taking a sip of his own drink.
"And why should I tell you that?"
"Because..." he pondered, "I bought you a drink?"
"Hm, fine. My name is Maria," she told him, "What's yours, stranger?"
"Georg," he shook her hand, making her laugh. "Wait, how old are you?"
"Old enough."
"Old enough to what?"
"To drink."
"But how old are you?"
"Again, why should I tell you that? You're just a stranger after all."
"Stranger?" Georg leaned in close, their noses almost touching.
"What are you doing...?" Maria would've moved away, but there was just something about him that made her freeze in place. His intense gaze held hers captive, and the air seemed to crackle with an unspoken energy. The proximity between them made her heart race, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin.
He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Never having kissed anyone before, it wasn't something she had planned, but in that moment, she let herself feel it. Maria responded with a gentle embrace, meeting Georg's kiss with tenderness. Uncertainty and curiosity mingled within her, yet a subtle warmth began to dispel her initial fear
As they reluctantly pulled away, a shared gaze lingered between them, a silent conversation unfolding. Maria's heart raced, and she could feel a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Georg, too, seemed to be navigating the unspoken tension with a mix of anticipation and respect.
He broke the silence with a soft chuckle, "Am I still a stranger?"
Maria couldn't help but smile, the fear giving way to a newfound sense of comfort.
"Yes, you still are," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness.
The atmosphere around them had shifted, and they sat there, still close, caught in a moment that held the promise of unexplored emotions and possibilities. As they resumed their conversation, there was an undeniable undercurrent of something more—a connection that lingered in the air like a sweet melody, waiting to be unraveled.
As their conversation flowed, Georg couldn't ignore the subtle change in Maria's demeanor. He was drawn to the way her eyes sparkled with curiosity. There was a shared understanding that words couldn't fully capture, and he appreciated the unspoken connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
The bar's ambiance provided a comforting backdrop to their shared laughter and stories, weaving a tapestry of emotions that danced in the air. Maria's initial hesitation transformed into a gentle openness, and Georg couldn't help but be intrigued by the layers of her personality unfolding before him.
After countless drinks, a momentary silence hung between them, charged with anticipation. Then, defying the quiet, Maria made a bold move, closing the gap to kiss him again. Georg pulled her onto his lap, still tenderly kissing her. He had ignited a fire within her, one that she didn't know existed.
Breathing heavily as their lips moved against each other, time seemed to slow, encapsulating them in an intimate bubble of shared desire. Each heartbeat echoed the resonance of a connection deepening, and the bar's ambient sounds faded into the background. Georg's hands, with a gentle urgency, explored the contours of Maria's back, while her fingers traced delicate patterns along the nape of his neck.
Running out of air, Georg pulled away. He ran a thumb over her swollen bottom lip before kissing Maria again.
"You are intoxicating..." he murmured against her soft lips, the words carrying a whisper of desire. "I can't get enough of you," he confessed, his breath mingling with hers in the charged air between them.
"I think the feeling is mutual," she whispered, her words lingering in the air, as her gaze met Georg's with a mixture of passion and affection. In that electric moment, an undeniable force pulled them closer, their connection intensifying with every heartbeat. Well, one thing led to another and...
The next morning, a pounding headache accompanied Maria's groggy awakening. Where was she?
Somehow, she had ended up in...someone's bedroom?
She jumped up in bed, immediately regretting it when a sharp pain shot through her head.
Sensing someone beside her, she turned around and found Georg sleeping beside her. The memories of the night before flooded her mind and she gasped, remembering what they had done the night before.
"Maria?"
Her eyes widened in panic as she heard Georg sitting up beside her, she scrambled to find blankets to cover herself.
He chuckled and pulled the blanket down, "I don't think there's any need for that, liebling."
"We didn't..."
"Didn't what?"
"Sleep together...?"
"Well, what do you think?"
"No no no no no!" she muttered, "Dammit!"
"Woah, calm down."
"How old are you?"
He sighed, "28."
"28?!" Maria stared at him in disbelief, "I slept with a 28-year-old?"
"Why? How old are you?"
She crossed her arms across her chest.
"I-" Georg stammered, suddenly forgetting what he wanted to say.
"My eyes are up here."
"Ah, right..." he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "So, how old are you?"
Maria raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm no stranger this time." Georg shrugged, while Maria rolled her eyes.
"I'm 22."
His mouth formed an 'O' shape, realizing their age difference.
"My, then you're quite experienced for a 22-year-old."
"Oh, please shut the fuck up."
"I'm just saying, liebling."
"Please stop calling me that."
"Why are you so worried? It's not like you haven't slept with anyone else before, right?"
Maria stared blankly at him, "Uh..."
"I was the first person you slept with?" he laughed, "I'm very proud of that."
"And I am not." Maria said, walking toward the door.
But Georg jumped in front of her before she could walk out.
"Excuse me." she stood tall in front of him.
He still didn't budge. Instead, he planted a small kiss on the tip of her nose.
Maria huffed in frustration, "Please?"
He simply stood, staring at her.
Suddenly, she grabbed his shoulders and gave him a hard kiss.
"Please?" she asked again once they pulled away. He faintly nodded this time.
With that, she sidestepped him and walked out of the house.
"Ria!" Elsa practically screamed, hugging Maria tightly.
"Hi." Maria hugged her best friend back, smiling as she did so. "How was the trip?"
"I met this really cute guy named Max and he was so hot-" Elsa paused, noticing something on Maria's neck. "What's that?"
"What's what?"
Elsa rubbed the mark on Maria's neck with her thumb, "Wait... is that what I think it is?"
"Uh... no."
"Is that...?" Elsa whispered, examining the mark.
"What? No! Why would I-"
"Oh my goodness!" Elsa gasped, "Ria!"
Maria blushed, "What?"
"You did it?"
Maria avoided her best friend's eye contact, "No."
"You did it!"
"Fine, I did."
"With who?"
"This guy I met at the bar."
"Did you use protection?"
"Erm...I don't remember."
"How do you not remember?"
"We were really drunk- well, at least I was."
"Was he good?"
"Elsa! What kind of question is that?"
Elsa shrugged, "I don't know, but this is huge, like really huge!"
"How is it 'huge, like really huge'?"
"You're the most responsible, innocent and never let yourself go person in the world."
Suddenly, Maria's hand flew to her mouth.
"My parents! What if they find out?"
"They won't! And it's fine anyway."
"No, it's not! My parents would literally pass out if they found out that I lost my virginity before I got married."
"I know that but it's fine, how would they ever know?"
"Yeah, how would they know?..." Maria echoed.
A/N: And that was the first chapter! Sorry if it was super boring, like I had written before, the things I write in this fic are whatever and I might just rewrite them in the future. Feel free to give feedback, I'm open to criticism!
-typicallyali