A/N: I finally got around to writing my first ever Georg x Agathe fanfic and I am just so excited to explore their love story. A lot of information is going to be taken from the biography that their daughter wrote, just to keep it as close to real life as possible, but of course there will be some differences as well to tie into the movie. I wanted to get this first chapter up before I go away on holiday tomorrow, so I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

The guests broke out into a round of applause when she and her mother reached the end of another piece and Agathe smiled, setting her violin down for a moment so she could flex her fingers in an attempt to regain some feeling in them. When her mother had approached her some weeks ago and asked her to play with her at the ball, she'd agreed on the spot. Music was one of her greatest loves and she would never turn down an opportunity to play, but she hadn't expected to be at it for this long. They had been playing for going on two hours now and she was itching to set down her instrument and join in the fun. She wanted to speak with her friends. She wanted to get swept up in a dance in the ballroom. More than that though, she wanted to find out who the man standing with his back to the wall was. His attention had been focussed on her all night. She thought she minded at first – if there was one thing she hated then it was being ogled at – but she soon realized it wasn't like that at all. He wasn't looking at her the way other men tended to. His gaze was more…admiring…than it was lecherous and she had been unable to keep from smiling each time their eyes had met. He was quite a bit older than her, she only had to look at him to work that out, but he was also one of the most handsome men she had ever set eyes on and she yearned to know more.

Sighing, she turned in place and went to reach for her violin a second time before her mother rose from the bench at the piano and she watched her make her way around to her with a smile. "You should go and have a little fun before we go through for dinner, darling. I can manage here." Her mother told her, running a hand along the outside of her arm through the sleeve of her dress.

"Mama, are you certain?" She asked.

"You have been wonderful all day," Her mother gave her a nod. "Your Papa would have been so proud of the way you conducted yourself at the lauch and he'd want you to have fun tonight."

A soft smile crossed her lips before she leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Very well. Thank you."

She waited for her mother to return to the piano before turning on her heel and walking over to the table on which the drinks were laid out, clearing her throat as she reached for the pitcher of ice water and poured herself a glass. An all-too-familiar feeling crept up on her as she brought the glass to her lips and, looking up, she once again spotted the man – still standing with his back against the wall – admiring her. She decided to give him a smile then, a smile that she hoped told him he was welcome to approach her, and seconds later he pushed away from the wall and did just that. When he reached the table, he picked up the decanter of scotch and poured himself a glass before turning to her and taking a sip of his drink as he did so. "An accomplished violinist." He remarked.

"Mama had me in lessons from the age of three," She explained. "Papa used to tell me I was born with a violin in one hand and a bow in the other."

He grimaced at the mere thought. "That sounds dreadfully uncomfortable."

She was unable to keep from chuckling at that and, when he gave her a smile, she held a hand out to him. "Agathe Whitehead."

"Georg von Trapp. Lieutenant," He said while accepting it, bringing it up so he could brush his lips tenderly against the back of it. "A pleasure to meet you."

"Were you at the launch this afternoon?" She inquired when he released her hand again.

"I was. I thought you handled the whole thing impeccably," He admitted. "And, if you don't mind my saying so, you looked charming."

She felt her cheeks heat up as she dropped his gaze for a moment before looking at him once more. "Oh…thank you."

For a moment or so after that, the two of them stood together in comfortable silence before the sound of her name being called prompted her to turn her head and she felt her heart sink in her chest. "Oh no…" She said under her breath, watching as Josef Schedl continued to approach. It was clear he had already had too much to drink, what with the way he was stumbling all over the place, and if there was one thing she wasn't in the mood to deal with tonight then it was him. Glancing at Georg again, she sighed at the look on his face and stepped a little closer to him. "Josef Schedl," She told him. "He's harmless most of the time, a bit of an idiot but nothing I can't deal with, but when he's had a drink…" She hesitated. "Well, let's just say he doesn't take no for an answer."

"Well then, it's a shame for him you already promised me a dance." He set his glass down on the table and proffered his hand to her, making her breathe a sigh of relief.

She followed suit, setting her glass down next to his, and before Josef had even had the chance to reach the table he was leading her across the hall and into the ballroom where numerous couples were caught up in a slow waltz. Luckily for them, they were both relatively accustomed to the steps and it didn't take them long to get lost in the flow of it all. She readjusted her hold of him, stepping closer to him as they moved around the room, and when his hand settled upon the small of her back she smiled as she met his gaze. "I can handle him – men like him – most of the time, but it gets to a point where it's just exhausting, you know?" She raised an eyebrow, feeling his hold of her hand tighten as he pulled her further into him and hummed softly in understanding.

"You deal with things like that a lot then?" He asked.

"More since Mama brought me out," She nodded. "I don't know, I think they think my coming out means that they have a right to me and that I'll do just about anything. I'll agree to dance with them and they see that as me agreeing to let them…well, to let them do what they please with me. It was hard in the beginning, but I find it easier now to put boundaries in place and I have my brothers looking out for me which I appreciate. It just gets frustrating. I don't want something that lasts five minutes, but that seems to be the thought process of most of the men I know. None of them are thinking about anything serious or anything long term, they just want to have fun. I want more than that though. I want something serious, something I know is actually going to last."

"I find that admirable." He replied, letting his thumb brush against her back through her dress.

She looked surprised. "Really? I doubt most men would share that sentiment."

"Well, perhaps I'm not like most men." He said, his voice gentle.

She was unsure what it was, but there was something in the way he said those words that made her breath catch in the back of her throat and as she held his gaze while they went on waltzing she felt something beginning to stir within her. "No," She shook her head, her gloved fingers curling a little tighter around his hand, "Perhaps you're not…"

Closing the French doors behind her as she stepped out into the back garden once dinner had concluded, she pulled her shawl tighter around herself as the late night wind brushed her skin and began to make her way down the steps that led into the garden. She and Georg had been seated next to one another at dinner, something she had a sneaking suspicion her aunt had had something to do with since she'd spotted them together a short while prior, and the two of them had talked non-stop. She'd learned that they had far more in common than she initially realized. Much like herself, music had been an integral part of his upbringing. Not only that, but he and his siblings had mainly been raised by his mother since his father passed away when he was just four years old. It was something she wished they hadn't had to bond over, but at the same time it was rather nice to know that he understood the struggles that came with being raised in a single-parent home. She'd been interested in learning more about his military journey, wanting to change the topic of discussion, and she had been amazed when he told her that he'd circumnavigated the world twice.

She could only dream of going on such an adventure.

She had no idea how it happened, but the topic had slowly moved onto what they both wanted out of life and it turned out that they wanted similar things from their future which had intrigued her. Of course, he wanted to continue working his way up the ranks, but at the same time he hoped to have a family of his own somewhere down the line and she admitted that she wanted the same. Her family was on the larger side, what with her being one of six children, and she yearned to be as surrounded by children as her own parents had been. Of course, him being the charmer that he was, he told her that he thought she would make a fine mother and her children would be incredibly blessed. He just seemed to know exactly what to say to get her heart racing and, admittedly, all it did was draw her to him even more. He was so unlike the other men in her life. He was gentle, kind, unassuming and it was clear he had the utmost respect for her which she was so unaccustomed to.

Sitting down on the stone bench near the water feature, she reached up and brushed a curl from her face before the sound of soft, approaching footsteps prompted her to glance over her shoulder. It didn't surprise her that it was Georg. When she slipped away without a word, leaving him and the other guests in the lounge, she had a feeling he would come looking for her just to make certain she was alright. "So…gone from watching me like a hawk to following me, have you?" She teased as he took the remaining steps towards her, causing him to chuckle under his breath in response.

"Mind if I sit?" He gestured to the space next to her on the bench.

She gave him a silent shake of her head and waited for him to sit down at her side, the hand holding her shawl around herself tightening its hold as she went back to watching the water feature. The air between them, for the first time that evening, was tense and for the first time she began to realize what it was that she was feeling. She'd had an inkling earlier, that was why she came outside, but now – sitting here beside him – she was certain. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she dropped her gaze to her lap for a moment, but then she turned her head in his direction and right as she opened her mouth to speak he did the same. It caused them both to chuckle with nerves, him tapping his fingers against his thigh as she twisted a curl around her finger. "Sorry. You go." She said.

"I…" He paused for a moment. "I don't know how to say this without it sounding like a complete disregard of all the things you told me earlier on."

"Georg," She brought her free hand up and, holding her breath, reached out to rest it over the hand settled upon his knee. He looked her way at the contact and she smiled gently. "Say it."

He took a breath then and turned a little on the bench so he was facing her. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

"You think?" She pressed.

"I am. I am falling in love with you," He corrected himself, turning his hand over on his knee so he could hold hers and brush his thumb against the back of her gloved palm. "When I saw you at the launch this afternoon, I admit that I thought you looked divine, but that's not what this is and I promise you that. If it were, that would make me no better than the men you were telling me about earlier and I'm not them. When I saw you, I knew I wanted to get to know you. I wanted to learn more about you and you let me do that tonight. I know I don't know everything there is to know and I don't need to – not yet at any rate – because I know enough to know that I need you in my life. I have never met another woman quite like you. You are so extraordinary, Agathe."

She gave him a little smile and moved closer to him on the bench. "I…I know what you mean. I feel the same. I didn't feel I could say anything though because-"

"Because?"

"Because I made that big speech about hating it when men just assume I'm interested. When they think I'll say yes to anything. I said all that and I…I was worried you'd think I was doing it."

"My darling…" Her breath hitched in her throat again when he brought his free hand up and laid it on the side of her neck, letting his thumb graze her cheek as she lifted her gaze to look him in the eye. "This is nothing like that. Falling in love with someone is not the same thing as forcing yourself on them and expecting them to agree with it. You can't help feeling the way you feel and neither can I, it happens naturally and there's nothing wrong in it. I'm not going to apologize for the way I feel about you. I haven't felt this way about anyone before and I mean it when I say that."

She shook her head. "No, me neither."

He looked at her in silence for a moment then, his gaze moving from hers to her lips and back again before he mumbled softly, his face inches from her own: "Can I kiss you?"

"You better had, else I'll be cross because this will have been terribly anticlimactic." She scoffed.

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly at her response, he cradled her cheek in his palm before leaning in and capturing her lips with his in a tender kiss. He heard the sound she made in the back of her throat, felt her warm weight against his chest as she melted against him, and it only prompted him to wrap his arms around her and pull her close. She brought her hand to the side of his neck, keeping him in place against her, and his love for her only deepened tenfold at her growing confidence. He was aware that this was still so new for her, it was for him too in all fairness, but it felt natural. It felt right and he was genuinely convinced that he could have remained wrapped up in their embrace for the rest of time should he have been given the option. Unfortunately, life was seldom that kind and mere moments – or so it felt – later the sound of a throat being cleared prompted them to all but jump apart.

Looking over Georg's shoulder, Agathe let out a gentle gasp and stood from the bench at seeing her mother standing there with her wrap around her shoulders, both arms crossed over her chest. "Mama," She managed, her chest heaving ever so slightly as she attempted to catch her breath. "I can explain. Geo- I mean Lieutenant von Trapp and I, we were just…"

Her mother held up a hand to stop her. "Agathe."

Agathe fell silent, watching Georg stand from the bench before he laid a hand on the small of her back and she looked up at him.

"Countess Whitehead," He said calmly, having succeeded in pulling himself together far quicker than she had. "I understand what this might look like, but I want you to know that my intentions are honourable. I know it may seem a little abrupt, but I love your daughter. She is a remarkable woman and I intend to give her a proper courtship. With your permission, of course."

Agathe felt her heart race. "You do?"

"Of course, I do." He caressed her cheek with the back of a finger.

From where she was standing in front of the pair of them, her mother looked back and forth between them both and sighed. Her daughter had never given her a reason not to trust her nor her judgement. She was a wonderful young woman with a mature head on her shoulders and, for the past three years almost since she had been presented, she had barely even acknowledged the young men in her circle. Many made advances – of course they did, she was a wonderful young woman with a good name – but she'd refused to entertain them even for a moment, her reason when prompted being that none of them lived up to her standards. So, naturally, it made her curious what it was that Lieutenant von Trapp had that all of those other men didn't. What was it that had drawn her daughter to him in such a short space of time? What was it that captivated her so and prompted her to open her heart to him in such a way? There had to be something unique about him.

"Lieutenant," She eventually said. "Would you be good enough to join us for afternoon tea at our villa on Saturday?"

Agathe looked at her, surprised. "Really, Mama?"

"I think it would be good for you, me and the others to get to know each other before any firm decisions are made." Her mother continued speaking to Georg.

Resting a hand on his chest, Agathe looked up at him with a hopeful smile. "Would you?"

Already, he couldn't find it in him to deny this woman anything. Running his hand along her back, he turned his attention to her mother. "Thank you, Countess. I look forward to it."

"Wonderful," Her mother gave him a small smile. "Agathe, I think I'm going to go up. Let the others know would you?"

"Yes, Mama," Agathe moved away from Georg to press a quick kiss to her mother's cheek. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Her mother echoed before turning on her heel and heading back in the direction of the house.

Once the pair of them were alone together once again, Agathe turned in place to face Georg and took a number of slow steps towards him. "I apologize for her putting you on the spot like that."

"You have no need," He shook his head, opening his arms to her before she walked into them and laid her head on his chest. "If anything, it gives me another reason to see you."

She chuckled as she hid her face in his shirt, feeling him bury a kiss in her hair.

"Georg?" She mumbled.

"Mmm?"

"You meant it, didn't you?"

"Meant what?" He ran his hands over her back in an attempt to keep her warm.

Tilting her head back against his chest, she looked up at him. "When you told Mama you love me. You really meant it?"

"Of course," He brought his hand up to her cheek again, easing it beneath the curtain of her hair. "I love you, Agathe Whitehead, and nothing will change that."

"That's good," She whispered. "Because I love you too."

She was just climbing into bed when the door to her bedroom opened later that night and her mother poked her head around the door with a smile. She made herself comfortable against the pillows and sorted the quilt around her as her mother entered the room, closing the door behind her, and she watched her make her way over to the bed. "I know what you're thinking." She told her gently.

"Well," Her mother placed herself on the edge of the bed. "Enlighten me then."

"You think I'm being reckless. You think I got tired of waiting around for someone to come along, so when Georg showed me affection and said the things I wanted to hear I decided to settle for him," She said. "You're wrong though. I have never felt anything like this. Georg is the kindest, gentlest, most respectful man I have met in years and I don't care about his age. He made me feel so special tonight. He made me feel seen and he made me feel beautiful and I…I already miss him and he's only been gone half an hour. I love him, Mama. What we have is real love, I know it is."

Her mother hummed with a slow nod. "Are you done telling me what I'm thinking? Because you could not be more wrong."

She was a little taken aback. "What?"

"Agathe, do you know how long your father and I knew each other before we were married? Six months," Her mother revealed. "I knew the night we met that he was the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with. He proposed to me after a month of courting, without your grandfather's blessing because he was certain it wasn't going to last, and then we decided to forego the white wedding. All the two of us wanted was to be married, so we decided to go down to the nearest registry office and that was that. Your father was the greatest man I had ever met and he made me the happiest woman living in the time we were married. He gave me all I desired. You and your brothers and sisters being the main thing," She touched the back of her hand to her daughter's cheek, making her smile tearfully. "So don't you dare sit there and make out that I don't believe in love at first sight because I lived it. Darling, you have never given me any reason to doubt you. You are the most sensible, level-headed person I know and I trust your judgement. When I asked him to tea, it was never to put him on the spot or to make him feel uncomfortable. Like I said, I just want him to get to know us as a family and for the others and I to get to know him. You are a grown woman now. If you want to court someone, that is your choice and I trust your decisions implicitly."

"Oh Mama," Agathe sobbed softly, leaning forward to wrap her arms around her mother and bury her face in her shoulder. "That means more to me than you know."

Her mother ran her hand tenderly over her hair, burying a kiss in the auburn strands before moving her back from her so she could look at her once more. "You need to get some sleep, my flower. You have had such a long day and we have a lot of preparations to see to when we get home tomorrow to ensure we're all ready for Saturday. We want to make a good impression, don't we?"

Agathe nodded, shifting further down beneath the quilt when her mother rose from the bed and smiling to herself when she turned down the flame in the oil lamp that was sitting on the nightstand. In the darkness, she listened to the sound of her feet against the carpet as she made her way back across the room and, once she had left and she was completely alone, she buried her nose in her pillow and sighed. She could still hardly believe all of this was real. She hadn't expected any of it, but now that it had happened she truly had no regrets whatsoever. She loved Georg. She loved him so much and she was convinced that her family were going to love him just as much when they met him properly on Saturday.

Everything was going to be perfect.

Just perfect.

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read chapter one and I really hope that you liked it. This is so unique to the things I normally write because of course I normally write for Maria and Georg, but I really wanted to explore Agathe and Georg's relationship because I always thought it sounded so beautiful. I would be so grateful if you would leave a review to let me know what you thought of this and if you would like me to continue. There is just so much potential for this fic! Thank you again for your support and I shall see you all soon.