Disclaimer: I do not own any of that!This is my first humble attempt of writing fanfiction, so I hope you won't be very strict judging it. Also, I apologize in advance for any linguistic or stylistic mistakes - I'm not an native English speaker, nor do I live in an English-speaking country.

Okay, speaking about the piece itself, this is just another version of the ending of "Scarlett". But it's rather based on the movie, than the book version. So, it means, R. and S. do not have to flee at the end. And they conceived Cat in the beach hut, as it was shown in the movie, not on the beach itself, as the book reads. I guess this would give them more time and space, and comfort to...well...enjoy each other's company. So, the plot suggests these two haven't been together for four years or so, so cannot imagine it being anything but strongly M-rated. :)

Of course, your comments and reviews are very welcomed and appreciated.

Once Cat was asleep and Rhett gave the last glance – full of adoration and tenderness – at his little daughter, they went downstairs. The dinner had already been served and the servants left to their quarters. They sat at the table and got to eating. In silence. It was their first dinner together in four years or so, when there were just two of them. They had so many things to say, but even more things to be silent about. Rhett was the first who spoke:

The cream is really good here. Don't remember any better cream…Not back to America, not even in Europe. – he took a little more.

I'm glad you like it. – "God, what a stupid remark. Well, his is no better", thought Scarlett. She looked at him just for a short moment. He'd changed. Like a lot. Well, their last conversation in Atlanta. Heartbreaking…Devastating. He was different. He looked older and was obviously unfit. Well, no surprise, given how much he had drunken then, trying to sink his lost. His! Bonnie was her daughter too, for God sake! Then in Charleston, he was slim and gracious again, but this seal of sorrow never left his face. Now it's been gone. It doesn't mean the wound is healed. It never will be. But time is the best cure, isn't it?

Rhett leaned over the table to get some salt. For a brief moment she could look under his shiningly white shirt. His taunted body…She felt the wave of heat rolling over her. She skipped the breath. Not one…She couldn't breathe at all. She wanted to touch him. Desperately. Right now. To run her hands from his strong broad shoulders down his chest. She felt her womanhood getting hot. "If he took me right now, I would feel THAT right away". That. She didn't have a chance to ask him about it. She couldn't imagine she would ever be able to discuss her most intimate feelings with anyone. But she needed to know. After all, it's Rhett Butler who made her feel that, so it's his responsibility to enlighten her.

The memories flooded her mind. His arms, so strong and muscled. His skin is smooth and swarthy. His touches are tender and caressing. His touches…He was touching her everywhere. There too. He was touching her secret place and it was so wonderful. And when he entered her – so large, hot, and firm, she couldn't help a moan. She was thinking about their intimacy in that small hut on the beach as of an episode of a fairy tale. Sometimes, she wasn't even sure it'd really happened. Well, since she had a baby after that…It had, but…And now Rhett was here, across the table.

At this very moment Rhett was doing his best to control himself too. Scarlett has always been an open book for him to read. And the chapter he had a chance of enjoying right now, was very exciting. What he could read in her face now, was pure desire…Lust, even. Her absent look, half-opened lips, deep breathing, rosy cheeks. He knew she must be picturing their intimacy in the beach hut. It was their last time together. And it was so overwhelmingly wonderful he couldn't believe he had the gut to sign the divorce papers. She was so eager in giving herself to him. Hugging him so tightly, weaving he legs around him, welcoming him deeper and deeper. And now she is just there, across the table. And she wants him. "If I touch her between her legs she will be wet…She will be so wet". The idea made him hard almost immediately. If he stood from the table now, his arousal would be more than obvious then. He had to think of something else and calm down.

"Damn, we are doing that again. – thought Rhett gloomily. - That stupid game. We both lost it last time. We wasted seven damn years of our lives because we were scared and insecure. Neither of us wanted to say his or her true heart. We pretended we do not care, instead. And then we wasted four years more. God...Katie. I could have been with her all those years!" He took every effort to understand Scarlett's reasons to make a secret out of the existence of their little girl. But it wasn't working right now. He was mad. He was so mad at Scarlett. Things could have been so different. Of course, madness was mixed with admiring and adoration. She'd been through a lot. She had to do it all by herself. And where was he? Divorcing her…Remarrying after just several month, and pretending a happy husband of another woman. Pretending, there is no place for Scarlett O'Hara in his life anymore? Yes, she had her reasons indeed. He had to be close, to take care of her, to rub gently her round belly, to bring her the best doctor in the world when the time came, to hold her hand and to be the first or among first people to hold their baby. She would want that – this time she would. He knew that. But he wasn't there.

- Thank you for keeping her. For keeping Katie. – he said suddenly even to himself.

- I don't understand you, - Scarlett was extracted from her lustrous thoughts and it felt as if being dropped to the ground.

- I think you do.

- What? God, no… I would never… - she felt tears in her eyes. He is going to hold it over her head forever. Well, she said that once, said that aloud. And of course things like that are never forgotten. But he should have known her better. Or he may not know what kind of person she is now. How could he… -

- I would never do that to – she gasped – Bonnie… Never. I just was so stupid back then. I said so many horrible things I'm sorry about now. So sorry – her voice was mere a whisper now. – I adored Cat from the very first moment I found out about her. And then…when you divorced me, – she lifted her chin proudly, as if accepting this challenge again, - I loved her even more. Because she was yours…And mine.

Rhett felt the cobweb in his throat. She loved the baby because it was his. She went through it all to have his baby. He suddenly remembered those horrible days after Scarlett's fall. Dr. Mead warned them against having another baby sooner than two years. And Scarlett got pregnant with Katie sooner. Could there be any complications? They haven't talked about that yet.

- Tell me about the day she was born…Please. I know you're not comfortable discussing such things. But maybe in just a few words. Please.

Scarlett smiled – Do you have any idea what it is to give birth to a swarthy little girl at Halloween night, in Ireland?

Rhett smileв with his eyes. - Is it a good sign? Or a bad one?

- Well, if things went in their normal way that could have been a good sign. – She got a little sad and serious now. Rhett's heart sank. - But when the old witch cuts you half to get the baby out of you… - Scarlett stopped. She had very vague memories about that part of that night. Column told her what he could understand and see. Misses Fitz added some more, but obviously didn't want to go into further details. That made Scarlett think things were worse than she could imagine. Rhett read her emotions and it was too much to bear. He was up to his legs and next moment Scarlett was in his embraces.

- I'm sorry you had to go through that all alone. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.

They were just standing in the middle of the dining room near the table for some time. Her head on his broad chest, his arms and hands soothing and comforting.

-Wait, did you say "a witch"? - It was her Rhett again, mocking and teasing.

Scarlett smiled broadly.

– Yes, and a real one.

- You do believe now in witches and wizards, and fairies, my dear Miss Practical Mind. You have to be urgently retrieved from Ireland.

- Will you bother retrieving me, Mr. I love Irish cream? - she asked flirtatiously now.

They were still standing in the middle of the room. His hands on her upper arms. Too close to think of anything else right now. They were standing and looking into each other's eyes.

- If you do not kiss me right now, Rhett Butler…

And next moment his lips seized hers. God, she almost forgot how wonderful, joyful and sinful his kisses are. His tongue in her mouth…And she was responding to him. She will show him how much she wanted him and will make him sorry for missing all those years of being with her. Rhett didn't expect that. Her tongue, touching his…He was ready to torn her gown into pieces right now and to take her - fast and hard.

His vague memories about their night after Wilks's birthday told him she doesn't really mind being possessed, doesn't mind them both being insane and savage. But he couldn't spoil the moment with such savagery. Rhett suddenly felt her small warm hand slid down his naked torso. His shirt was unbuttoned and she was feeling him, caressing his body. It wasn't like Scarlett at all. She was never an initiator of their intimacy.

Apart from those few times when she was trying to seduce him in Charleston, marching around in her shimmy only. These were very awkward attempts that flattered him of course, but he couldn't help smiling…Thus infuriating her almost immediately. And there was that one time when he nearly lost his mind and only God knows how he managed to tackle his emotions and desire. She was ready to go to bed, when she found out they had to discuss some details about their plans for the day to come. It wasn't an excuse, he knew that. It really mattered at that moment. So, she knocked at his door, apologized proudly and didn't step over the threshold, standing in the door frame and talking in a very cold manner. He was quite sure she had no idea back then that the light from the outside made her night gown to be seen through. She had no idea he didn't see a single piece of cloth on her then, and it was only her wonderfully cut silhouette that he couldn't take his eyes off. She asked simple questions which required simple answers…Sometimes, just yes or no. But Rhett was trying to make things a little more complicated – to make her stand there longer. She got cold soon and he could see her erected nipples. He imagined how firm they should feel under his tongue. He wondered whether she is going to like it – again – when he caresses her breast. She did last time. He knew she did.

-Rhett? – it seems he got a little lost in his thoughts. – You do not like what I'm doing?

Scarlett looked upset and confused.

- I like…I do like every touch of yours. – He pressed his lips against hers again and now they were both lost in this wonderful kiss. Then he kissed her long neck and pull down the cut of her dress. She gasped when his tongue touched her nipple. She felt as if the fire of passion ignites her completely…She wanted him. She couldn't wait another minute.

- Rhett,….Oh..Rhett, please…I want you..so much..now… - she couldn't believe she was saying that aloud. She pulled his shirt down his shoulders and her hands stopped on the belt of his trousers. Should she be so bold? Could Rhett think she did that to other men and so gained some experience?

- I will help you, okay? - Rhett's voice was soft and deep, and thick with passion and desire.

In a second the trousers were on the floor. And her eyes grew bigger when she saw the full proof of his arousal. He was still in his underwear, but it was hiding nothing. And right now Scarlett didn't care anymore what Rhett would think. She wanted him inside so much….She wanted to feel his manhood penetrating her. She got even closer to Rhett and rubbed against his body. She felt his member rubbing against her too… And then she heard his low moan. Rhett was enjoying it. The music to her ears.

- We won't make it to the bedroom, right? - Rhett knew the answer before he asked. He wanted their first night in four years being long and perfect. But this could probably wait until their second night.

- I hate this dress. And… Could you just help me to get rid of my pantalets? Let the dress be… It will take us forever to take it off. Could you? – She was mumbling, moving her hands up and down his body, driving them both crazy.

- At your service madam. –Rhett whispered to hear ear, and within a very short time Scarlett felt that her tender flesh was naked. She didn't know how Rhett managed to do that so quickly. She wasn't sure her underwear could be used again. She didn't care. Rhett stopped for a moment. And then felt her with his finger. She was so ready for him. As he predicted, she was so wet. He knew once he enters her, he could come after just several strokes. He put his thumb on her bud and slid the finger inside. She's be longing for his touches for so long. She closed her eyes and was enjoying his fingering. She knew that the wonderful climax, the explosion of the feelings…the wave, that covers the whole universe was close.

- Rhett, please…please…I want YOU… - he was now naked. And she saw his erected member. She hesitated for a moment, but then stretched her warm hand and touched the tip of his shaft. Rhett skipped the breath and closed his eyes. Touching him aroused her even more. He was so hot…his member was even hotter. And it was smooth and firm, and now seemed even bigger than she could remember. It was obvious that either of them couldn't wait another minute.

- Scarlett, if it's now and here, we should adjust to what we have. - She looked at him wondering what he should mean. – Trust me, will you? –Scarlett couldn't understand what he was about. She trusted him and she didn't care much too, at least until Rhett turned her around, bend her, rested her upper body on the table, and pulled her skirts above. Won't she be able to see his face? Good God, was he going to take her…

- Ooooh….- she gave a deep long moan, when Rhett entered her. From behind. Her guess was right. And she couldn't imagine that… – Ohhh… - he withdrew completely, penetrated her again and then stopped. It was beyond the real world. There is no such fantastic feeling here. Scarlett felt that his member grew even larger or it was she who got tighter and coined around him now.

By that time Rhett knew they were both close…She was so hot and tight, her wetness was so welcoming. He was holding her thighs, and caressing the smooth skin on her butt. He wanted to spank her. Or kneel down and lick her between her thighs, to taste her juices, to make her come into his mouth. But taking her in this position, from behind, was already too much for the beginning. For their new beginning. Even when they had those two crazy nights – he didn't dare taking her otherwise. The lady was not supposed to enjoy her marital relationships - and Scarlett did. Rhett was sure about that. She had no idea about what was happening to her body – so she couldn't fake her orgasms. And it was more than one in that small fishmonger hut after their very unfortunate sailing. But taking the wife in the position other than a very traditional one was too much. He wanted that, of course, but he knew that she would never agree.

He made several more strokes – deeper and deeper, to the center of her womanhood. With each stroke she was getting tighter around him…And then she started moving unconsciously towards him too. He gripped her thighs firmer, directing her slender hot body towards him. She coined around him. The idea of making her come brought him to the edge himself. He felt her body and her inner muscles tensing. Soon she gave a long moan, tried to hold it, covering her mouth with her own hand. And then she reached her climax and started spasming around him. This brought him over the edge too and he couldn't hold it back any more – he started coming inside of her. Rhett was holding her close, suppressing his own moans of pleasure. They froze for a moment, catching their breaths. Then he turned her around and kissed her lips. He felt they swell a little…She must be biting them not to be too noisy. Ballihara could hide no sounds. "The servants have just had quite a performance" – Rhett smiled to himself.

- I love you, Rhett. – She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder.

- I love you too, Scarlett. – He was kissing her messed hair.

- I cannot stand, my knees are trembling. – She confessed quietly.

- They should be, my love. They should be. – He was satisfied with the idea she liked their intimacy that much.

- And I also need some water to wash. - Her cheeks blushed, as she felt his seed running down her inner thighs.

- I can help.

- No, no, I'm fine. I can do that myself. – She smiled shyly. Yes, they were making a very passionate love right now and her body made no secret to him, and it hasn't for years now. But it would have been too much. Everything has already been too much. She sat down, feeling heavy and blissfully tired.

A very amusing idea suddenly crossed Scarlett's mind and she giggled.

- What? – Rhett couldn't help smiling looking at her shining face.

- Well, well, well, Mr. Butler…After so many years you've finally got what you wanted. I'm not officially married to you, and we've been together like the husband and wife. And it means…

Rhett got her idea and laughed out. – All dreams come true, my pet.

- I'm your mistress now. Your. Mistress! - she smiled. Then she frowned. - Do you know what it is? To be known for sharing the bed with the man who is not your husband when you're in Ireland? I will be burnt on the bonfire…

- You shouldn't worry about a thing here. I took some steps to prevent burning you on the bonfire – he smiled. - We discussed the issue with several elder men in the pub yesterday, and they will surely share this idea with their wives and thus with the rest of the world.

- You discussed our intimate life? Are you kidding me?

- What? No, why would why?

- What did you say then?

- I said that our hearts and souls were united in church. We were blessed by God. Do any lawyer's papers mean anything to God? Can they change His will and blessing? I myself truly believe they cannot. Not even Henry Hamilton's.

Scarlett laughed happily - You're genius! God, it's just…brilliant, Rhett Butler…I would never exploit that!

- I guess it also gives me the pass to your bedroom. I do not like the idea of sleeping alone, knowing you're sleeping next door. Not again. Never again, you hear me?

- Don't you even dream…- She murmured seductively.

Suddenly, her eyes sparkled again, she narrowed them a little, and looked at Rhett frowning.

- You once dared claiming, Mr. Butler, that 300 dollars is too much for the night with me. – She made a strict face. – What would you say now? Was it worth it?

Rhett made her stand up and kissed her eyes and cheeks.

– Every minute is worth three hundred, Scarlett.

She stroked his hair and stood tip-toes to reach his lips.

– With three hundred for a minute, I'm afraid you will have just a penny left by the end of the week, Mr. Butler.

- Is this a threat or a promise? – he smirked. - I do not mind anyway. We will survive. I'm sure you have some money left, don't you? – he was teasing her again.

- Oh, yes, I do, thank you very much. – she laughed cheerfully.

It was late night, when they got to Scarlett's bedroom. This was the new chapter in the book of their life. They both hoped it would be very different from the previous ones. They will both do everything it would.