A/N: A promised, an epilogue! I hope it just about remains decent enough to be a T!

Disclaimer as per first chapter.

Rating T


"Please, Maria…" Georg moaned as he desperately tried to turn the key that he had eventually managed to place in the keyhole of the Honeymoon Suite at the Hotel de Crillon.

Maria continued to trail kisses down his cheek and along his jaw before her hands slid their way up and under the lapels of his jacket. She could feel the roughness of his chest hair through his shirt and she felt an urgent need to touch him with her fingertips. Finding his tie, she began slowly working it loose. As Georg continued to fumble with the key she pushed him backwards with some force. One hand flew behind him to cushion his contact with the sturdy wooden door, whilst his other grabbed her bottom and pulled her closer to him.

"As lovely as this is," he growled, "mmmm… and it certainly is very, very… ahhhhh… lovely…"

Maria's fingers now grazed his neck as she undid the top two buttons of his shirt and pulled the collar open. She reached forward so that she could kiss the little hollow at the bottom of his throat below his Adams apple.

"That journey took several hours too long…" she purred, as her hands reached down to the waist band of his trousers and tugged at his shirt. "Having to resist the urge to touch you was like the sweetest torture imaginable."

"Well, my darling…" he groaned, "if you would just… mmm…" Georg was finding it hard to string a coherent sentence together as his new bride's hands were now snaking their way under his shirt and around his waist towards his back.

"Can we at least… " he sighed and closed his eyes, as her fingers slipped under his waist band again, "get into our room…" and slid around to the front, "before you undress me completely." Georg's eyes snapped open as he felt her fingers fiddle with the button on his trousers. His hands quickly covered hers and he captured her mouth with his in a deep, passionate kiss.

They parted breathlessly and Maria released him, allowing him to successfully open the door and drag their bags into the room. As soon as the door closed behind them he scooped Maria up into his arms as she squealed in delicious anticipation.

"If I didn't know it to be true, Fraulein, I would never have believed that you were going to be a nun," Georg teased her mischievously as he unceremoniously dumped her in the middle of the biggest, most sumptuous four poster bed Maria had ever seen in her entire life.

"It's all your fault," she grinned as she landed on the bed and bounced several times before settling. "If you hadn't have corrupted me I would by now be wearing a wimple."

Feeling like a little girl again, Maria found herself lying completely flat looking up at the intricately painted ceiling, whilst running her arms and legs across the bed covers as if making a snow angel.

"When you've quite finished," Georg raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you think you could make room for me?"

Maria sat up and shuffled over patting the space next to her on the bed.

Georg hopped onto the bed and stretched out on his side beside her with his head propped up on his hand.

"Now… where were we?" he delicately flicked some stray hairs away from her forehead before trailing his fingers down her cheek and neck, then along her collarbone and then languidly down her arm until he took her hand in his and pulled it to his lips.

"I do recall I was trying to unbutton your trousers," Maria grinned as she pushed him onto his back. As she did so his eyes twinkled dangerously and she brought her hand up to cup his cheek.

"Have I told you how much I love you," she asked as she ran her fingers through his tousled hair.

"Err… only about half a dozen times today, I think," he laughed and then winced as she slapped him softly on the cheek.

As she ran her thumb along his lips he parted them slightly so that she could feel his warm breath on her fingers. She ran the tip of her index finger back and forth over the scar below his bottom lip.

"How did you get this?"

"Oh, just doing something incredibly courageous as is usual for a decorated Naval Captain," he boasted, taking Maria's fingers in his hands and bringing them to his mouth again where he kissed the tip of each one before turning her hand over and bringing it to his lips.

"Everybody told me that you were so very brave," she said adoringly, as she watched entranced as he continued caressing her fingers with his mouth.

"And you my darling, are so very gullible," he chuckled as he once again braced himself preparing for her retribution which came in the most delicious of ways.

Maria quickly positioned herself atop him and she pinned his arms just above his head. He smirked as he saw her moist full lips approaching his and then just as he closed his eyes expecting her lips to meet his he was shocked when he felt her whisper into his ear. "You have been very, very naughty, you will pay for that, Captain von Trapp."

"Oh I do hope so," he groaned, as she licked the rim of his ear before nipping it gently between her teeth.

What with the heat of her breath and the movement of her body against his hips he was struggling to control the desire that was building between his loins. He was sure that Maria must be able to feel him as she writhed on top of him practically undoing him right there and then.

Unable to control himself any longer he flipped her over. He had sworn to himself that he would treat her with the respect that she deserved even though he desperately wanted to devour every last inch of her body. Georg's lips found the side of her neck and she leaned her head over to the right so that he could continue to kiss and nip the soft skin that he found there. Maria moaned as he moved her hair gently away from her neck and trailed kisses along her shoulder.

She crushed her body against his; their hands ran wildly over each other. Impatient to be able to touch more than just the skin of his face, Maria pushed his jacket over his shoulders. He shrugged it off and then threw it onto the floor. Returning to his partly unbuttoned shirt Maria finished what she had started a few minutes earlier. She pushed the shirt open and stared for the first time at his naked upper body. He pulled the shirt from his back and dropped it to the floor. She wasn't sure what she had expected to see beneath his formal shirt but she knew that she wasn't disappointed. He was a strong, muscular man with broad shoulders and a wide chest which was covered in coarse dark hair. Maria placed her hands on his chest as she stared into his eyes. They had never been darker and she felt a tingling in her stomach which spread down between her thighs. She could see the love that he held for her and after a moment of unspoken reassurance she trailed her fingers down and across his stomach to the waist band of his trousers which she quickly undid and helped as he slid them from his legs.

Georg's long fingers then began to unbutton Maria's blouse. They did so with great skill and dexterity. Soon the blouse joined the rapidly growing pile of clothes that littered the bedroom floor.

They stripped quickly out of their remaining clothes and Georg drew back the covers of the bed. They slipped underneath and he pulled her close. He felt her warm firm breasts against his chest and her foot slowly and sensuously worked its way up from his ankle to his knee.

"My God, Maria. The things you do to me." Georg grabbed her bottom and roughly pulled her body against his. Maria could feel him hard against her groin. She could feel his hips moving slowly, pushing against her and she could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Her own pulse began to rise and her breath came in short gasps, she wanted him so much and he didn't disappoint her.


After several hours of glorious love making they lay together, completely sated, arms and legs entwined until Georg leaned over and after placing a soft kiss on Maria's forehead he said,

"Oh, I almost forgot… " he threw the covers back and Maria watched transfixed as her naked husband walked across to the bags that they had brought into the suite with them. After rummaging around for several minutes he came back to bed and joined her under the covers.

They lay side by side both propping their heads on their hands and he placed a small flat rectangular present on the bed between them. It was wrapped in a beautiful blue floral patterned paper with a delicate pink bow on the top.

Maria looked at the parcel and then looked up at her husband questioningly.

"It's my wedding present to you, my darling," he leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips.

"Georg… you shouldn't have; I mean… I didn't get you anything," Maria felt rather embarrassed, she didn't realise that she should have bought him a gift, never having been married before!

Trailing his fingers down her arm and brushing his thumb against her breast he growled,

"You were the only present I could ever have wished for and just in case you didn't notice, I thoroughly enjoyed unwrapping you."

Maria felt herself blush which she thought was ridiculous considering the various carnal activities they had just engaged in.

"Go on… open it."

"Yes, Captain," she saluted him with a grin on her still flushed face.

Delicately, Maria began to unwrap the present. The paper was so beautiful that she wanted to make sure she didn't rip it. She would keep it forever as one of the many memories she would have of their honeymoon.

Finally removing the paper. She smiled. Maria ran her fingers over its smooth silky surface before turning it over to reveal the words, "John Dale by Ejnar Mikkelsen" on the cover of the familiar book.

Tears began to well in Maria's eyes as she looked up to see Georg who also appeared to be struggling to keep his emotions in check.

"Oh, my darling…"

"Look inside." Georg reached over to Maria's hands and helped her turn back the cover. As she did so she found a perfectly pressed sprig of Edelweiss attached to a beautifully handwritten note.

"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me." *

Maria dropped the book and suddenly leaned across and took Georg's face between her hands. She stared deep into his eyes before their lips crashed together in a deeply passionate kiss.

Pulling slowly away, Maria looked once more into his eyes, "I don't care how many times I've told you today… I love you so much, Georg von Trapp. Thank you for making me the happiest woman alive."

He reached over and pulled her tightly to him. He could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest. After a few moments he whispered in Maria's ear, "And thank you for making me the luckiest man alive."

They parted once more as Georg stroked her cheek and Maria touched the fragile flowers with the tips of her fingers before looking up once again.

"Are these the flowers that were in the handkerchief that I lost?"

Georg merely nodded and smiled.

"You kept them… for all this time. You didn't throw them away." Maria was astounded by how much he had loved her, even then.

"I wanted to keep something that would remind me of you. I didn't know if I'd ever meet you again, you see?"

"Oh, my love… underneath that big brave Sea captain's exterior you are just a big softy, aren't you?" Maria teased, although inside she was overflowing with love and adulation for her husband.

Georg laughed as he leaned over and put the book on the bed behind Maria so that he could be nearer to her. Maria turned and lifted the book staring at it briefly before she placed it on the table behind her.

Smirking, Georg took Maria's hand in his. "Besides, I thought you might need something to stop you from getting bored on your honeymoon."

"Oh, I already have something for that…" Maria purred, as she pushed him onto his back once more before her hand slipped beneath the covers and began to glide down her husband's taut stomach.

"It's called… my husband!"


*The poem this quote is attributed to, by Roy Croft, is nearly identical to a German-language poem by Eric Fried titled "Ich liebe dich" ("I Love You"). It is difficult to say if Croft actually wrote this poem or just translated Fried's poem. Often the quote is also attributed to "Anonymous" or Elizabeth Browning.