Hey everyone. I know that Scarlett and Rhett probably never told each other that they loved each other during their marriage, but why not pretend? After all, it is my fanfiction, and it is called fan fiction for a reason. :) Please bear with me, I have atrocious spelling and grammar. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I don't own GWTW. To reach the owner, drive North and make a left once you've passed the big white gates. Make another left a the big cloud that looks like a book, and you just might find her. If you do, bring me back an autograph, please.
Moonlight spilled out over the bed and Scarlett lay drowsily in Rhett's protecting arms.
She snuggled closer to him so that her back was directly against him. She loved feeling him breathing.
"Rhett, I have a secret," she said softly.
"What is it, darling?" he asked, playing tenderly with a strand of her hair.
"I love you," she whispered.
He breathed in the scent of her hair. It smelled sweet and of lavender. It smelled like- it smelled like his dreams.
"I love you," he whispered back and buried his face in her luxurious hair.
"Laugh, my dear," he said quietly. His hot breath on the back of her neck tickled.
"Why?" she asked softly, smiling.
"So my dreams will be filled with your laughter."
She obliged, giving a little laugh.
"I love the sound of that." He petted her beautiful long hair. "Sing for me," he said.
"But, Rhett, why?"
"So my dreams will be filled with your sweet voice." And she began to sing, purely, one of the few sweet, quiet Irish songs Gerald had taught her.
"I'll never get enough of your voice," he whispered in her ear.
"I'll never get enough of having your arms around me," she whispered.
He kissed the back of her shoulders. "I love you, my pet."
There was no response, for Scarlett had drifted off to sleep, snoring softly as a kitten.
"I love you," he whispered again. "I love you."