Whew! Reading this over, this did go a little fast. However, considering the chaos that is my other Gone with the Wind story, maybe rushing things is OK.

Oh and I never clarified this. It is set before the end of the movie and the novel and after they are married. I don't know much more than that. Put it wherever you want in that span of time.

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"Yes, Scarlett, I love you. What will you do now? Will you take my heart and squeeze the life out of it with your pretty, little hands? Do you think to turn me into a lapdog? One of your throng of admirers, begging for scraps of affection at your dainty feet?" he said mockingly, but with an odd look in his eyes.

"No. Oh, no, Rhett. I would never do that. I...I love you, too," whispered Scarlett.

"Do you really, my dear?" the teasing glint still in his eyes. "My, how quickly you go from wanting to scratch my eyes out to professing your love for me. I do declare it fairly makes my head spin."

"Rhett...don't do this," she pleaded petulantly. "Don't ruin the moment. Now we can finally be together. We can put an end to all this, all the fighting. I'm so tired of all the fighting Rhett."

"My darling, it isn't that simple. Do you think that just by saying 'I love you' all our problems will go away? We both have horrible tempers. You insist on bringing Ashley into our marriage, shoving him at me every chance you get. And of course there's still Belle," he reminded her.

"Damn it, Rhett. I don't care a fig about Ashley. I don't know where you got this cork-brained notion that I bring Ashley into our bed," she broke off at his eyebrow raised in query. "Well, even if I did think about him it was always afterwards. You big oaf, how could I think about anything else while you were in my arms? Your breath hot on my neck, your hands boldly caressing, you inside of me. I could barely form a coherent thought, I wasn't going to waste one on Ashley," she said furiously, not even knowing why she found it so infuriating that Rhett would think that of her.

Rhett's face lit up and the odd look came back into his eyes. "I think you might really mean that, Scarlett..."

"Yes, well, I do you big looby," she muttered. "Stop!" She held her hands out to ward him off as he made to lean down and kiss her. "Stop, Rhett!" giving up on ordering him about, and effectively stopping his kiss by placing her hand over his mouth.

He looked down at her questioningly.

"What about Belle?" she asked, her voice dripping with hatred as her rival's name soiled her lips.

"I went to see her before I came to see you. I gave her a lovely brooch and told her I wouldn't be going to see her anymore from now on. Belle's really not as bad as you think, darling. She even wished us well."

Scarlett eyes shot venom at Rhett as he bent down again for a kiss. "How could you, Rhett? Giving her a present for her...services?"

He smiled. "I got you something too, sweetheart. Reach into my jacket, Scarlett."

Suspecting a trick but unable to resist the bait, Scarlett slipped one of her elegant hands into his jacket. She swallowed audibly as her hand moved over the hard planes of his chest and he growled approvingly when she became distracted and began to smooth her hands over him, savoring the feel of the muscles tightening under her ministrations.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, darling, you did have a goal when you started this."

Blushing Scarlett reached further down until she felt a little velvet box. She pulled it out eager to see what was inside.

Once she had, Rhett took it from her gently, waving off her protests.

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If you've figured out what's going to happen, yay, good job! If not, it's ok. I'll clear it up in chapter 3, my final chapter. Yes, I could just write a normal, long chapter. Or, I could see how many hits I can get. I know, I know. My deviousness knows no bounds.