I know...another story that I have created so suddenly. Why do I do that? Well, I get new ideas that just pop into my head at the last minute...I hope this is enjoyable...I am trying to make the character's feel more original and more in character...but I don't know...tell me what you think...

Chapter One: The Wedding Night

Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler sat in a small chair with a mirror in front of her brushing her long hair in the hotel room that she and Rhett Butler had checked into after being married by the Justice of The Peace earlier that day. Why had she done it? Was all Mrs. Butler could ask herself. She was suppose to be married to Ashley, not Rhett. When they had gone to the Justice of The Peace about four hours ago, she had nearly run away from Rhett to her one true love.

"If only he had eloped with me that day at Twelve Oaks..." she said aloud to herself. " Melly will never have his heart...only I will...no one else ever could."

She was lucky to of been alone when she said that, or Rhett would of had a rampage if he even heard the mention of Ashley Wilke's name on their wedding night. The wedding night. Scarlett always dreaded the wedding night, especially if it was her's. On her's and Charle's wedding night, she hadn't even let him into the bed with her, for she had cried and yelled at him so badly that she couldn't even stand the thought of him making love to her, or him just being in the same room with her. Then, one night she had needed comfort, and nine monthes later she had had Wade, her son. She never had wanted Wade, and he was such a burden to her that she wished that he had never even been born. If Wade were Ashley's child maybe she would of thought differently.

And, then there was her's and Franks. That was a nightmare for her to think about. She hadn't fought him on the wedding night, but then later on he had said that he wanted children, she had protested. But for some strange reason, she had to act the part of the devoted wife, and then again nine monthes later her daughter Ella had been born, the one that had looked like a hairless monkey at being a first born and looked just like Frank. She, just like Wade, never cared for her daughter niether. She was so stupid and worthless in her opinion that she never even looked at her and left them at Tara with her sister and brother n'law.

Now that it was Rhett's turn to be her husband, she felt shy like a new bride, and she didn't know why. Scarlett had to admit, that Rhett was going to be different from the last two husband's that she had had. Even though she loved Ashley, there was something different about how she felt for Rhett. It was a longing and passion that she had felt everytime that he barely touched her, or when he kissed her like the way he had on the turnpoint to Jornesboro, or on the day that had proposed to. He was good looking, but he wasn't Ashley. And the only thing that she could do not to break down or anything related to that was she would just have to pretend that Rhett was her dear Ashley. She couldn't ever imagine not being married to Ashley, and she would just have to live with it no matter what.

Scarlett had only married Rhett for his money, nothing else. Scarlett got up from brushing her hair and went to look out the hotel room's window. As she stood there, she heard Rhett's familiar walk and heard a key go in the door's lock and then the door opened. She didn't bother to turn around to face her new husband.

"Scarlett.."Rhett said wrapping his arms around her waist and having his lips close to her ear, whispering to her. "It sure is a beautiful night..."

Scarlett tensed, and knew that Rhett noticed.

Rhett let go of her and turned her around to face him. She gave him a smile, but felt like crying. Once again she was farther from Ashley, once again she was captured in a marraige that she didn't want. Once again, she was stuck with Rhett Butler.

"Rhett..."

"What is it now, Scarlett?" he asked. "Already having second thoughts about marrying me?"

Scarlett stared at him, and was silent.

"Well, maybe I can change that..." he said.

He moved toward her, brought his arms around her, and started to kiss her. She didn't know what to do, so she just kissed him back. Again, he had that same effect on her like he always had, and it was hard to ignore. Rhett started to undo her nightgown, and she let her lips part from his.

"Rhett..."she said. "I don't want to..."

"Well, Scarlett...you married me..."he said pressing her small frame back against his own. "And besides...I know you love it when I kiss you..."

He pressed his lips against her's once more, and this time she didn't pull away as he started to undo her nightgown once again. She didn't do anything, and barely did she kiss him back.

He started kissing her harder, and she finally gave in. She unbuttoned his shirt, and thought about Rhett being Ashley.

Rhett moved her towards the bed, and Scarlett about tried to get out of his touch, but didn't dare for some strange reason.

They made it to the bed, and soon Rhett was kissing Scarlett's neck, hair, cheeks, and lips. She didn't know how to react, but kept her mind on that he was Ashley, not Rhett Butler himself who she had just married.

About Four Hours Later:

Rhett opened eyes to see that it was about five o'clock in the morning. He looked around at where he was and then looked to the left side of the bed in which he lay. Next to him was a beautiful sleeping Scarlett. She had a smile on her face, and she looked happy. He didn't dare touch her, for he knew that the smile on her face would then be gone.

He got up out of bed and put his pants on. He then walked to the bathroom and splashed his face with cool water. He looked up and saw his unshaven face. He looked down at his left hand, and saw the gold ring on his finger.

Rhett kept staring at the gold band that showed that he was a married man, and he laughed. Never in his life had he thought of marrying any woman. Never...but Scarlett had refused the offer of becoming his mistress earlier on, and he knew that she would of easily of married another man if it had not been him to propose to her on the day of her late husband's funeral.

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