The movie Something Borrowed was on the other night at my cousin's house, and I got an idea for the April proboards prompt (: Talk about last minute…(it's still April 30th in Minnesota!)

Sorry the end turned out to be a little more angsty than I originally intended….oh well…


Maria was waiting on the corner for the bus to come pick her up. The sun had just set and the street was illuminated only by the streetlights and the faint glow of light that shone through the shop windows.

She shifted from foot to foot, the night air making her colder despite her full-length black habit and wimple. She hoped she hadn't missed the bus. She knew she shouldn't have stopped in that music box store.

Nuns didn't usually leave the convent, but the milk man had fallen ill and no one had come to replace him, so Maria was the designated one to go into town to purchase milk and eggs. Why they chose her of all the nuns in the convent, she would never know.

She hadn't been into town in, well, about ten months. Her stomach had clenched, twisting with something she couldn't name, as she had walked the same path she did when she took the von Trapp children there, teaching them how to sing and joyfully parading about dressed in nothing but some old drapes. She smiled to herself as she remembered. But it quickly disappeared as she recalled her argument about it with the Captain.

No, no, you cannot think about him. Or his children. You have God. And the sisters. And that is all you need, Maria firmly tried to tell herself.

Maria shook her head and peered down the road. As she was just starting to get worried that she might have to take a long walk back to the abbey in the darkness, she heard a voice behind her.

"Sister, are you looking for the bus?"

Her heart dropped. She'd know that voice anywhere.

She turned around, coming face to face with none other than Captain von Trapp.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"Maria?" He whispered, staring at her, unable to believe his eyes.

"Captain?" She said back softly. He looked even more handsome than she remembered. His eyes were still captivatingly blue, his shoulders were still broad, he still held himself like a navy man, and he still knocked the breath right out of her lungs.

"H-how are you?" The Captain cursed his voice for nearly breaking.

"I am doing well. How are you? How are the children?" The desperation threatened to reveal itself in her voice.

"We're doing alright. It hasn't been quite the same without you," the Captain admitted quietly before recovering to ask, "May I ask what you are doing in town? I thought sisters rarely left the abbey."

Maria looked away, his intense eyes making her feel much too warm.

"Yes, technically we are. Our milk man was ill, though, and so they sent me into town for some necessities." Maria held up the bag she had been carrying.

"Ah, I see."

Awkward silence fell between them for a moment until the Captain spoke again.

"Were you waiting for the bus?"

Maria nodded, and she watched as the corners of the Captain's lips lifted into a small smile. "I missed it, didn't I?" She asked.

The Captain laughed. He actually laughed, and Maria stood there, looking at him in shock. "You did, I'm afraid. It's funny to see that some things about you just never change."

Maria laughed with him. She had to admit the whole situation was humorous.

"Well, I will be taking a taxi home. There is one picking me up in-" the Captain checked his watch "-roughly five minutes. It can drop you off at the abbey first," the Captain offered.

"Oh, thank you Captain!"

"It's not a problem," he answered. He had been telling himself the past ten months he would give anything to see her again. Even if for a fleeting hello. And now here she was, with him, the two of them alone on the curb waiting. Waiting for a taxi. And they would be in the backseat alone with a chance to talk. Good god, it felt like home to hear her voice again. His throat closed up for a minute.

"You didn't drive?" Maria asked.

He swallowed before speaking again. "No, I took a taxi into town since Max had to run into town before I knew I did, so I let him take the car. A terrible decision, really. Who knows what he's already done to it," the Captain joked.

Maria laughed. "Max is in town?"

"Oh, yes, the children need some element of fun around here, since you…" he trailed off.

Maria looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry I didn't really tell you all goodbye the night of the party. But I couldn't stay, I mean you and the children didn't need me any more, you were going to marry the Baroness and the children were going to have a new mother. And I was supposed to be a nun, I needed to go back to the abbey. I did tell you I missed it too much."

"Yes, I recall," the Captain muttered bitterly. He remembered that night far too well.

"Speaking of," Maria said bravely, afraid of the answer, "how is the Baroness?"

The Captain looked at her sharply. "She's doing well. I spoke to her a couple months ago when I stopped in Vienna on a business matter."

"What?" Maria asked, her forehead scrunched in confusion.

"Elsa and I never got married," the Captain explained.

"What?!" Maria asked, her whisper of shock sounding like a scream.

"We were never really in love. The last straw was when she wanted to send the children to boarding school. I knew I couldn't marry a woman who could care less about my children," the Captain said, locking eyes with Maria.

"I'm sorry," Maria said.

"Yes, well…" he trailed off.

He looked at Maria's face to find her staring at him, her eyes shining with…he was too afraid to know.


"Oh, nothing, I…I'm just so happy that you chose to keep your children with you at home instead of send them away. I know that might have been the easy decision, but I'm glad you made the right decision, even if it was hard."

The Captain smiled softly. "Thank you."

Maria's raised her eyebrows. "For what? Captain, you don't need to thank me for anything."

"For reminding me…for showing me that I needed to love my children and bring them closer, not push them away."

Maria smiled. "I knew that, underneath that hard exterior, you truly did love them."

He nodded slowly.

"I know that you are capable of so much…so much love, Captain. Even if no one really saw it at first. That's probably one of the reasons I had feelings for you," Maria laughed.

The Captain's heart skipped a beat. What had she just said?

"What?" He asked, his heart in his throat.

Maria seemed to finally realize what she said, and her face turned red. "Oh, never mind, it's silly. I…I didn't mean to say that."

The Captain just stared at her, not saying anything.

"Anyway," Maria forced a laugh, "I'm a nun now, and life is good."

She wanted to hit herself. Why had she told the Captain that? And why hadn't he laughed it off? She wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment. And she was a nun. Nuns weren't supposed to talk of such things. She was even breaking about every rule, being here alone with a man.

The taxi then rolled up to the curb, stopping in front of the two of them. The Captain opened the door for Maria, and she climbed in, surprised at the gesture. And he's a gentleman. That's why I have, no had feelings for him. And he is the most handsome man I have ever-Maria clenched her hands into fists. This madness needed to stop.

The Captain slid into the backseat next to Maria. He gave the driver the address of the convent and then the address of his villa, and the taxi pulled away.

They were both silent. For far too long. The tension was so thick that it couldn't have even been cut with a knife.

He should have fought for her while he had the chance. And now it was too late. Or was it? She was sitting right next to him. No one would know. He could reach over. He could hold her hand. He could kiss her. God, he'd wanted to do that for almost a year.

"I am truly sorry. You and I both know I am far too outspoken. I don't know what I…what I…" Maria finally muttered.

Oh, to hell with it, he thought.

The rest of her words drowned against his lips. The Captain had leaned over, his hand on the back of her neck, and pressed his lips to hers.

Maria's eyes automatically fluttered closed but opened when it registered in her mind that Captain von Trapp was kissing her.

It was the first time she had ever been kissed. She had never even thought she would have a first time after saying her vows. She pulled back. "Captain!"

"Sorry," he said, looking down. But not a second later, he was looking back into her eyes. "You know what, I lied. I'm not sorry. Not a single bit. I've been wanting to do that for nearly a year."

"What? Captain?" How could she not have seen it? Maria's heart was thudding against her chest.

"And I know this is wrong, but it feels so damn right," he said.

"Captain, we really can't…"

"Why not?" He asked, being here alone with her making him feel…brave, reckless, god knows what.

"Because! Captain! I'm a nun!"

"Just once. Please." The Captain looked at her blue eyes, bright with emotion.

Maria's defenses quickly began to falter. She couldn't do this, but she had been dreaming about it every single night, and this was the only chance and no one would ever know…

"I suppose just once—"

And he pressed his lips to hers. Just pressed together. They both stilled completely for one moment, that small pressure on their lips enough to halt everything else. For one moment. And suddenly everything moved.

The fire that had rested inside him burned itself into a frenzy, radiating out from where her lips touched his, every single muscle in his body heating.

His hand cradled the back of her head and tilted it back as he leaned in closer, the other hand resting on her waist, pulling her into his body by the waist, feeling her body under his rough hand.

She gave in and tugged him down into her, one hand sliding under his suit coat. Their lips stayed pressed together, hardly moving, not deepening the kiss in any way at all.

Stunned that this was actually happening, the Captain opened his mouth, taking a hold of her lower lip and sucking on it, hearing her breathing fasten and her breasts heave against his chest despite the clothes between them. Her fingers dug into his back and slid into his hair.

"Captain…" she muttered softly into his mouth, and he felt the blood in his body rush south, the soft sigh hardening him in his pants. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, feeling the soft skin under his rough finger, and slanted his head, finally, completely against her.

Her mouth opened willingly under his, her tongue coming out boldly to caress his lips, and his breath caught in his own chest. She was there, right in his arms, and kissing him wantonly, in a way that spiked his pulse.

He let his tongue meet hers, touching it with the tip of his, and heard her moan muffle against his mouth. The garbled sound made his heart race faster, his fingers tightening over her, pulling her closer and he sucked on her tongue for a second, feeling the mewling noises coming right from her throat, drowning against his lips as she kissed him back fervently, arching her back to get closer to him, her stomach rubbing against his erection in a way that made him groan.

If this was going to only happen once, they were both going to get as much as they could.

She did it again, deliberately, and he rocked against her, feeling the tendrils of pleasure shoot down his spine, in a manner it never had before.

They kissed for what felt like a second as the same time it felt like eternity, their scents wrapped around each other, their arms locking them together, hips occasionally rocking, lips slanting, tongues tangling.

A throat clearing had them parting their mouths, their chests heaving, their eyes finding each other for a small second before they turned to face the driver.

He remained expressionless. "We are at the abbey."

Maria looked back at the Captain. Their eyes locked. Maria took a deep breath. It was time to say goodbye. "Thank you Captain. Say hello to the children for me. Truly, thank you for everything." Tears threatened to spill over, and when they finally did, the Captain reached forward, wiping them away with his thumbs.

"I wish I could bring you back with me, that we could go back in time. But we can't. And I know that I can't ask you to stay. So please, Maria, take care of yourself." The Captain's rough voice was filled with longing and love.

Maria nodded, and without looking back, opened the taxi door and walked into the stone walls of Nonnberg Abbey.