This story takes place after Doctor Meade informs Scarlett that another child is all that will cure what ails Rhett. The story is for ADULTS only due to sexual content, so if you are offended by detailed romance scenes DO NOT READ this story. I hope those who enjoy a little smut, like this it is my first try at this kind of writing. Please R&R.
"Give Rhett another child?" Scarletts heart beat rapidly. Was Doctor Meade crazy, did he actually think that could happen. But the more she thought of it, the more the idea became appealing. But how on earth would she get Mr. Rhett Butler in her bed? That was the only problem. The wheels in the steel trap of her mind began turning so you could almost hear them grinding. "Oh Rhett would likely string me from the nearest tree, for such a slight of propriety."
Then she remembered there harsh bitter words at Bonnies death, he would never come to her of that she was sure. So her only way would be to go to him.
Scarlett went to Melanie's. Maybe she could help Scarlett. "Hmpf, Scarlett thought to herself." Rolling her eyes. Melanie would never understand Scarletts need to trick her husband into having another child. "Well maybe Melly could not help but she would surely give moral support." As Scarlett came to the Wilkes home she saw her sister in law playing in the yard with the children. Scarlett's two were there too, along with Beau. "Good afternoon, darlings." Scarlett said to the bunch.
"Auntie Scarletts!" Beau smiled and gave her a huge hug. Her children both smiled and acknowledged her presence, and then Scarletts becoming annoyed said, "Well aren't you gonna give your mother a kiss?"
Both children came and politely kissed there mothers cheek. "That's better darlings. What are you all doing today?"Scarletts gave a brilliant smile to her children, thinking how nice it would be to have a little baby with black hair and Rhett's swarthy skin.
"Were playing Barbeque, Ella is Mommy, and I am Daddy." Beau smiled at Scarletts.
"And who are you Wade darling?" Scarletts gazed at her son.
"I am my Father. We are at the barbeque at Twelve Oaks the day the war started." the boy replied shyly.
"Oh I see, well isn't that nice." Scarletts feigned a smile for the children. "Oh if only she had done things differently that day at Twelve Oaks. She had made so many mistakes. But they were over and done now, and she would not change them. She survived that was all that mattered yes she survived and she had made sure her family survived too."
"Why don't you children go play let your Mother and I talk for awhile." Melanie said softly and the children obeyed running off toward the lilac bushes.
"How are you today dear?" Melanie asked Scarletts sensing something troubled her mind.
"Oh, Melly, you know I have been so worried about Rhett."
"Yes, dear I know it has been troubling you."
"Well I went to talk to Doctor Meade today for advice."
"And what did he have to say darling?"
"Well, he said that if keeps drinking like he is that he will be in a early grave."
"Oh, no Scarletts. Do you think there is any way you can stop his drinking?"
"Doctor Meade recommends something highly. But I don't know, I don't think I can do it, not that I don't want to, I just don't think Rhett would comply." Frustrated tears ran down Scarletts cheeks.
"What is it, what does he think will stop him from killing himself this way?"
" He thinks that we should have another child."
"That is a wonderful idea dearest, Captain Butler loves children, I know that would help him."
Scarletts could not bring herself to confess to Melly just why it would be difficult if almost impossible to accomplish this. That she and Rhett had not shared a bed since Bonnie was born, and that the last time they consummated there marriage was the heated encounter after Ashleys party.The thought of that night brought heat to her cheeks, oh if only she could feel that way again. And then it came to her mind, maybe that would be how to accomplish her feat. When he was inebriated she would initiate a argument that might end the same way, or thought her frightened mind. What if it takes another turn he could kill her. Well that was a chance Scarletts was willing to take. She could no longer endure the mournful look on Rhetts face.
"Melanie, do you think Wade and Ella could spend the night here for a couples nights?"
"Well of course they can Scarletts. They are always welcome here."
"Thank you darling. Thank you so much." Scarletts kissed her and then called the children over. "Darlings, how would you like to stay with Aunt Melly for a couple days?"
There little voices sang in jubilee. "Oh can we mother?"
"Yes, I will send Prissy over with your things this afternoon."
And with that Scarletts made her way home. The big house was so dark, so empty. She wondered briefly if Rhett was home, but after checking the Library and his bedroom she found he was not. So she went to her room and set about her plan. Going into her closet she fumbled through fine lines and laces. Searching, digging, pulling things out only to throw them aside.
Until the floor was a heap of clothing.
"Miss Scarletts what on earth are you doing?" Prissy said looking at the mess in the closet, one she knew she would have to clean up.
"I am looking for my red velvet robe. I cant seem to find it. Do you know where it is?"
Prissy walking saucily over to the mass of clothing still hanging moved one dress aside and pulled the object of Scarlett's desire out smugly. "This here red robe Miss Scarletts?"
"Yes, that is the robe!" Scarletts scowled and snatched it from Prissy's hands with venom.
"Would you be wanting me to help you get ready for bed miss." Prissy asked her poppy eyed look was only a mask. She knew why that robe was special, she as well as the other darkies knew what had transpired between the Master and Mistress of the house all those months ago. Prissy's mind twirled at the thought of being cared upstairs by the handsome Rhett Butler.
"No, I can manage. Don't stand there day dreaming. Take the children some clothing over to Mrs. Wilkes, they will be spending a couple nights there."
"Alright Miss Scarletts."
When Scarletts was sure Prissy had left she turned to examine herself in her vanity. She was so pale, and she had black smudges beneath her eyes from lack of sleep. The nights were always hard on her, she would lay sleepless in her bed tossing and turning. She always felt uneasy when Rhett was gone late at night which he was often. She would not put the robe on till after supper, incase Rhett happened to come home early. It would not due to have him suspect her intentions. The clock in the hall chimed six o'clock already. Scarletts laid the robe out on her bed and went to the dinning room.
Scarletts waited till six thirty and then began eating. It was very lonely without the chattering of the children. And the silence depressed her so she only picked at her plate her appetite was not with her.
Scarletts went upstairs alone, to her lonely bedroom. The silence was unbearable almost frightening. Her own heart beat thundered in her ears so loud she wanted to scream, and even her breathing seemed loud. She took her clothing off all but her chemise, and slipped the velvet robe on. She was overcome with a tidal wave of emotions all evoked by the memories the robe induced. Images flashed through her mind, his large hands on her body, his hot lips on her delicate skin. The skin on her chest became flushed along with her cheeks. Her body felt like it was on fire. She sat at her vanity table much like that night, her fingers would not abide and give her hair its customary hundred strokes. She was feeling just as nervous, this time it was not out of fear he would come home, but that he would not.
And after a couple hours she decided she must have a drink, so she ventured downstairs to the dinning room. She had informed the staff to leave the dinning room candles burning this evening so she entered expecting to be alone. And so she strode to the side board and poured herself a liberal drink. The brandy spread its warmth through her like an embrace from a old friend, and she welcomed it.
Sudden laughter from the shadows made Scarletts nearly jump out of her skin. "Rhett, I didn't realize I wasn't alone."
"So, I gather. But you obviously were expecting me sometime." he sneered taking in her attire with seeming distaste.
"So he remembered what she wore that evening." she smiled not realizing how transparent she became.
"What do you mean by that." Scarletts retorted becoming nervous that her plan may be busted.
"Well it is a bit more than coincidence that you would meet me, here in this room for the same purpose as before in the same attire." he remarked his eyes glittering dangerously and he swayed as he moved toward her.
So, he was drunk Scarletts thought to herself. And obviously he is taking my bate after all. She smiled again it was all going as planned.
"It is a crime to wear this robe, because of what occurred last time?" she turned her back to him.
"That robe was hid away since that night, what made you bring it out now, but the fact that you thought perhaps it would bait me like a bull when he sees red. Well you got your wish my pet, it has enticed me." he smiled in almost an evil way. He looked like a pirate in the candle light, and it thrilled her.
Rhett was close to her Scarletts could feel his hot breath smell the whiskey. And his low voice hummed in her ear sending shivers down her spine. And when he put his hands on her arms she shuddered uncontrollably.
"I entice you? I didn't even expect you home this evening."
"Yes, well I wasn't planning on coming home. But something compelled me too. Belle wasn't at all happy that I had a change of heart."
At these words Scarlett's temper flared, " How dare you refer to your indecent affair with that woman in my presence."
"Now, now my pet. It is all for the best. I would much rather have my little temptress in my bed than a whore."
Scarletts tried not to respond to his jeers, tried to control her temper not wanting to ruin this chance. But she found herself consumed with jealousy that Rhett would use a woman of that profession. She knew he did, but when he admitted to it to her she was beyond reason. And forgetting her intentions, she slung heated words back. "Well, don't get your hopes up! I have no intention on sharing your bed with you Rhett Butler!"
Rhett tipped his head back and roared with laughter. "But we will my pet."
Rhett swooped down on her like a vulture. His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that seared her lips and left her gasping for air. She was beyond words, beyond thinking. Her lips quivered, and she leaned on him for support. This time he did not bother taking her upstairs rather he lifted her up and sat her on the table edge. His fingers fumbled at the robe's bodice some buttons came easy others came off completely until he had it opened and pushed off her shoulders. His mouth fell to her neck and tasted it for what seemed like a eternity. His hands roamed up her bare legs pushing the hem of her chemise up to her waist, he was pleasantly surprised she wore no pantellets. Her arms encircled his neck as his closed around her, drawing her against him, molding her soft curving body to his hard masculine one.
Rhett was shaken as was Scarlett. He was reeling with an elated passion he had not known in a long time. It seemed to consume him. He sensed her surrender. He wanted her. He buried his hands and face in her hair. She pressed her breasts, her loins against him, wrenching inarticulate sounds of love from him. His tongue went in her mouth, moving back and forth probing, tantalizing. He ran trembling fingers over her breasts, holding them almost reverently, bending to kiss each taut upturned nipple. The scent of her, sweet as flowers, cool yet spiced with that aphrodisiac other fragrance, the strong, sharp scent of her readiness for him.
His head grew light. His blood raced.
His hands moved down flat against her belly, his thumbs caressing her thighs where they parted.
Scarlett looked into his dark eyes, her own half closed, her nostrils flaring with passion. It was this she wanted, the touch of his hands upon her secret flesh, the union of his body with hers.
His hands moved on her gently, making them both shudder.
Stepping back he removed his trousers and boots.
She gazed at his broad shoulders, the deep muscular chest, his narrow hips, his pulsing hard penis. Slowly Rhett lowered his weight down onto her. His body was pliant to her, responding to her slightest movement. Her back arched small animal sounds escaped her as his warm, seeking lips touched her body, caressing with a deeper intimacy and heat than his hands had done. He caressed her gently parting her legs. She trembled her eyes gazing lovingly at him as he entered her, filing her until she was lost and everything including her own body was Rhett.
He kissed each eye, her cheeks, and her mouth. She moved to the demands of their bodies, anticipating the leaping, living flame that rose and fell within her at every stroke.
He embraced her tightly, trembling, his face buried in her hair. His voice was low and husky. "Damn you, I love you. My pet, I love you."
Her blood surged, her heartbeat sounding in her ears.
They lay breathless on the dinning room table, cradled in each others arms.
Scarlett lay thinking about what he said in the throws of passion. Had he meant them? Did he really love her? If it was true, she had him where she always wanted him. Or did she? She was confused, but she had gotten what she set out for. She was sure this night would result in a baby. He was drunk though, did he perhaps utter those sentiments with others? She was bitterly confused. Her heart leapt with joy, at the thought of him loving her. But she could not be certain.
Scarlett nudged Rhett and he opened his eyes looking at her naked body and grinned.
"Rhett, we better go upstairs, before the servants come in to set the table for breakfast."
"All right, Mrs. Butler." Rhett stood proud of his masculinity and slipped his trousers on.
He helped her off the table and into her robe, which she had to hold in place because of the missing buttons. He swayed into the hall and toward the stairs. Scarlett followed closely hoping he would make it upstairs. With Scarletts aide he made his way upstairs, and he joined her in her bedroom for the night. Once in the bedroom Rhett took Scarlett in his arms and made love to her again more quickly falling into a deep drunken slumber.
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