A/N: The first section is M-content; just a warning.
Georg carried his bride back into the bedroom of their suite, her legs wrapped around his waist and their mouths connected. He walked with a purpose, but did not give into his primal instincts. After all, she had only just lost her virginity. One step at a time . . .
Coming to the bed, he stopped their kiss gently and lowered her down to sit on the edge of the mattress. He looked down into her sparkling blue eyes, running his fingers through her hair lazily. Her own arms unwrapped from around his neck, and she allowed her hands to run down his chest just as slowly. Her touches were hesitant, gentle, caresses. Even so, they sent sparks of desire throughout his body.
When her hands descended past his stomach they stopped short. Maria looked at her husband's manhood. She had no experience in this subject, so she made no comparisons. She felt grateful that she couldn't, in a way. All she could say with certainty was that . . . she had loved the feeling of him inside her. She had seen him, felt him . . . now she wanted to touch him.
Maria looked up in his eyes, his midnight blue eyes that had captivated her from the start. Somehow, he could understand her wish, and she became grateful that he could read her so well, saving her from a blundering request.
Wordlessly, Georg lifted one hand from her hair, took one of hers, and placed her hand upon him.
Maria almost gasped at how warm it felt, and Georg did gasp a little at the feeling of her hand on him. Encouraged by his reaction, Maria gently encased his shaft in her hand, and began moving her fingers. First stroking, then massaging, going slow but very slowly gaining speed. Every few seconds her gaze would shift up to his face. His eyes were closed and his head was leaning back slightly; his breathing was getting faster and more shallow. Both of his hands were now at her shoulders, clenching and unclenching.
Maria watched, in fascination, his member rise and become hard under her ministrations. She'd never witnessed anything like this before. Now fully erect, it felt like she was holding steel wrapped in warm silk.
Suddenly, Georg reached down and pulled her hand away. Looking up at him, Maria saw desire burning in his eyes, igniting an even bigger wave in her. Instinctively, Maria scooted back onto the bed, lying her head down on a pillow. Georg followed, crawling atop her.
His lips caressing her ear, he murmured, "Forgive me for stopping you so abruptly, but I don't want to finish this without you."
His lips trailed from her ear, down her jaw line to her lips. One of his hands was thoroughly massaging her breast, causing her to move the kiss along nicely. Soon, his hand wandered down her stomach to her own private area. She was wet and hot. Wanting to pleasure her like she'd pleasured him, his thumb found her clit and rubbed in small circles.
Now Maria was practically crying with pleasure into his mouth, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back. When her hips rose, crying to be filled, Georg complied and entered her.
This second time of making love was just as wonderful as the first time. There was no pain this time, and they allowed some of their need to take over, so urgency was present. The husband and wife clung to each other for dear life as they moved in rhythm to each other. It didn't take long for either of them to reach the peak, crying out each other's names in ecstasy before collapsing.
"You are amazing," said Georg softly, stroking his wife's cheek. They lay side by side, very close, heads on a pillow, soaking in the beginning afterglow just after making love.
Maria blushed and smiled, touching his hand. Noticing the absence of certain sounds, she raised her head to look over her out the window. "I think the storm has passed. I don't hear the rain anymore."
"I suppose it has," murmured Georg, absent-mindedly, now stroking his wife's neck.
Resting her head back on the pillow, she was silent for a moment. Suddenly, she burst out laughing, and she buried her face in the pillow, blushing.
He smiled, rubbing her shoulder. "What's so funny, all of a sudden?"
She shook her head, face still in the pillow.
"Oh, no, you're not getting away with not telling me now," he teased, giving her naked side a tickle, making her laugh even more.
"All right, all right, all right!" she said, showing her pink face, still smiling. "I was just thinking . . . the moment we get home, we need to cure the children of their fear of thunderstorms."
Quirking an eyebrow in curiosity, Georg asked, "Why such urgency, Fraulein?"
"Well . . ." She seemed extremely embarrassed, but still spoke. "I just don't want them to run to our room out of fright at night, because from now on, storms will remind me of our wedding night."
Now Georg was the one to laugh deeply. Maria smiled at the sound she loved so much. His hands on her hips, Georg pulled her to lie atop him as they both laughed. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as she laughed. When both had calmed down, she raised her head to look at him.
"You know something?"
"What, belle?" Georg's hands gently ran along her back.
Maria smiled at her new nickname. "In a way, I'm glad I never let myself think of . . . us together like this when at the Abbey. If I knew anything about . . ." She stroked his chest shyly. "About this, I don't think I would have made it."
She looked at Georg, who was smiling sadly at her. She understood. "This must have been torture for you . . . You knew what these feelings were long before I did."
Georg brought down her face for a deep kiss. "It was all worth it. To have you here with me now . . . you are worth a lifetime's wait."
All of a sudden, the room was flooded with bright light. Both were startled, causing Maria to roll off her husband, landing beside him.
"What perfect timing for the electricity to come back on," Georg commented wryly, earning a giggle from Maria followed by a yawn.
"I wonder how many people in the hotel have just been awakened," she said.
"Or interrupted," said Georg.
"Georg!" She slapped his shoulder playfully, while he looked innocently taken aback. Sitting up, she said, "I'm going to turn everything off."
Georg groaned, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back down towards him. She giggled again.
"I'm tired and so are you, I can tell," she said, tapping his nose. She relished in her chances of teasing him after so much shyness.
"Fine, Fraulein, but I'll be counting the seconds you're gone and I expect you to make it up to me," ordered Georg in his best Captain voice. At one time it had taken her aback; now it just made her smile.
"Yes, sir," she said seriously, giving a salute as she extracted herself from his arms and got off the bed. She heard him chuckle as she switched off the lights in the bedroom then the bathroom.
Moving into the living room, she quickly switched off the electric lights before one by one blowing out the candles. The fire was dying in slow and deep red embers, so she left that alone. Looking down, she saw her nightgown, robe, his robe and his nightshirt. Remembering why they were not neatly folded, she smiled and picked them up, folding them easily. As her actions slowed, she fell into reflection. Her reflection led to being almost overwhelmed. Before the dying fire, she knelt down and said a prayer.
Georg spotted the expression on her face in the candlelight, and wondered what she was thinking of. She did not look sad or regretful, so he was not worried, just fascinated. She carried their folded clothing from the living room in her arms and picked up what was left off the bedroom floor. As he watched her complete her task, no longer conscious of her nakedness, his heart warmed as he realized she truly was his wife now, sharing his life, his bed, one with him in heart, body and soul.
Her task done, her gaze fell on her husband, lying completely relaxed in the bed under the sheets. They smiled at each other.
"Would you close the curtains?" asked Georg, pointed to the drapings hanging around the bedposts. Maria quirked an eyebrow but did it anyway.
"Want to shut out the outside world, do you?" she asked sweetly from the other side of the closed drapes.
"The bright morning sun, in particular," he replied, frustrated that he couldn't see her, just her faint silhouette made by the candlelight. "Please come here."
"Just let me blow out the candles," she said, and Georg could tell she had a teasing smile on her face.
Georg groaned but did not move from his relaxed position. He watched as all of the light disappeared little by little, from the bedroom and the bathroom. After hearing the bathroom door shut, he now could see almost nothing in the curtained bed.
Thankfully, he did not have a chance to become restless. He did not hear the sound of Maria sneaking through the curtains, but he felt her weight relaxing on the mattress. He reached out for her, and she lay her head on his chest, her body pressed against his, one leg over his, and her arm draped across his abdomen.
"What are you thinking about?" he murmured against her temple, one hand stroking the soft hair at the nape of her neck. "You had a reflective look on your face when you came back in."
"I was praying, and thinking," she said softly, her eyes half-closed. "Think back to our lives four months ago, and how much has changed."
He sighed. "Yes, I can see a major contrast. Would you have been a nun by now?"
"Hmm…" She paused for a moment, contemplating her answer. "You know, I honestly don't know . . . perhaps the nuns would have been driven crazy by me and kicked me out, despite their vows of charity." She giggled briefly, then turned serious again. "All I know is, no matter how much I wanted to be a nun, I couldn't not be myself, always singing and saying everything I think and feel. Nor could I keep myself from going to my mountain. Even if it was after I took my vows, I would have realized that it wasn't the life meant for me." She snuggled closer to her husband. "When the Reverend Mother first told me of the governess post, I was very reluctant and nervous to go. Now, I see it was the best decision of my life."
Georg kissed her forehead. "I don't want to think about what my life would be like now if you had never come. Most likely the same way you first met me." He held her closer, and spoke in the most vulnerable, intimate whisper. "You don't know how much you've done for me. You brought music back into the house, you gave my children the love and attention I had denied them, you made us a family again, and most of all, you've made me alive and whole again. You are my angel."
Maria's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, can this be happening to me . . . No one's ever loved me like you do . . . Most of my life, with my uncle or at the Abbey, I was always looked down upon just for being myself, making me want to change my skin . . . Then I found you . . . Oh, Georg, you need to know: you've given me just as much. You helped me realize I don't need to change, you've given me a family and a home I've always dreamed of, and unconditional love for me, just as I am." She kissed the hollow of his neck tenderly. "With the life I've had, it seems impossible we would have found each other . . ."
Maria thought back to six weeks ago, the night they had given their hearts to each other. Now, just like that night, the words came easily to her.
"Perhaps I had a wicked childhood,
Perhaps I had a miserable youth,
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past,
There must have been a moment of truth.
For here you are, in every way, loving me,
Whether or not you should,
So somewhere in my youth or childhood,
I must have done something good.
Nothing comes from nothing;
Nothing ever could.
So somewhere in my youth or childhood,
I must have done something good."
Georg smiled while Maria sang that familiar beautiful song. Like last time, he started so sing to her, but now he could add a verse of his own.
I locked myself in grief and sorrow,
I shut away the healing light,
But even when I'd lost all hope of joy,
I must have done something right.
For here you are, in my arms, loving me,
Whether or not you should . . ."
A tear rolled down her cheek, and Georg kissed it away as she resumed the song.
"So somewhere in my youth or childhood,
I must have done something good.
He joined her, their intimate voices rising to the heavens in the softest sounds.
"Nothing comes from nothing,
Nothing ever could . . ."
Maria had never felt such love in her life.
"So somewhere in my youth…"
Georg tapped her nose playfully, just like before.
"Or childhood . . ."
Maria took that hand and kissed his fingers before placing it over her heart.
"I must have done something . . ."
In that moment, no other place in the world held as much love as behind the four-poster curtains, hiding a mountain girl and a sea captain.
"Something good . . ."
Their lips met in a kiss, a kiss that held everything between them, the most powerful kiss they'd ever shared and a kiss they would remember for the rest of their lives.
And so the husband and wife fell asleep in each other's arms, but not before showing their love to each other one more time. They rejoiced in the presence of each other, and the surety of spending the rest of their lives together, through whatever storms life would throw them, with their children and children to come. Their dreams were of each other, while their hearts, souls and bodies were one.
A/N: There we are! Over one hundred reviews, good golly gosh! I was nervous about this one, especially since it's my first time in "wedding night" territory, so glad you guys liked it! I have another story in the works so keep an eye out! P.S. The songs lyrics, part of them are from the movie, and some are original.
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