A/N: I don't own anything.

The idea for this fic came to me out of the blue this morning. Please note that while my story doesn't follow the film after Edward Brodess' death, I feel like it could have gone in this direction given how much they alluded to Gideon's feelings for Harriet/Minty. And even though I don't support Gideon as a character, I can't deny the chemistry these two actors shared together. Yes, I ship Harriet/Gideon. Lol!

The funeral was over. Edward Brodess was dead and his eldest son, Gideon, knew exactly why the Lord took him so quickly. It was Minty and all her praying to God. She begged Him to take his father to the grave and that's exactly what God did. Despite telling Minty that the Lord doesn't listen to slaves, Gideon knew - had known from the time they were children - that God somehow always listened to her.

Gideon found Minty down by the river after the funeral, still in her black garb and staring at the picturesque scene that the running water offered them. She was so engulfed by it that she didn't even hear him walk up behind her.

"Minty," he spoke out her name unevenly.

His father's slave turned around and looked at the blond's pain-stricken face for a few moments before slowly walking towards him.

With her head hung low, she said, "I'm sorry for yer loss, Gideon."

"Don't ya dare lie to me," he shot back. "This is exactly what ya wanted. Ya got down on yer hands and knees, beggin' God to take my father. Now he's gone."

"He was uh evil man and the Lord knew it. That's why He took yer daddy away."

Gideon snapped at her words and slapped Minty hard across the face. She cupped her cheek, not surprised that he would strike her in retaliation for speaking ill of his dead father. The two stood there, breathing hard and feeling the tension grow in their strained silence.

"God took Daddy away because ya asked Him to. His blood is on yer hands."

"If anyone had blood on their hands, it was him. He got exactly what he deserved for not abidin' by his own granddaddy's wishes. We supposed to be free!"

In a flash, the young slave owner grabbed Minty and pulled her in so close that the intense proximity made his heart race and blood rush through his veins. "Yer mine. Do ya hear me, girl? Mine!"

"Ya can say the words 'til yer blue in the face, but I will never belong to ya. I am my own person, and the only master I'll ever truly serve is God!"

Fed up and furious, he knocked her to the ground and Minty's body landed up against a large tree. The opportunity was too much for him to ignore. Gideon was going to have her. Take her. Mark her as his property once and for all. With one hand pinning her arms above her head, he used his free hand to unbutton his pants and push down trousers. Once his aching manhood was sprung free, the blond focused his attention on her dress. Despite her aggressive wiggling, he managed to hike up her skirts and rip off her panties. His cock twitched in anticipation when Gideon caught a glimpse of the thick thatch of dark curls between her legs. Pig or not, married or not, her womanhood was his for taking. It would be now that she legally belonged to him. He got on his knees and guided his stiff member to her entrance. As her cries fell on deaf ears, Gideon plunged into her. She was so warm… so tight… the blond could have sworn God had sent him straight to Heaven.

Unconcerned with whether her body could adjust to his size, Gideon pounded into Minty relentlessly, fueled by everything he had felt towards her for years. How dare she marry that idiot John Tubman and try to have his children! How dare she hire a lawyer in hopes of becoming free! This was her punishment for being so stubborn and unruly. This was his reward for waiting so long to claim her as his own.

Gideon had been with other women before… His mother had tried setting him up with dull Southern belles to no avail. The whorehouse provided him with some temporary relief. However, the only woman who had ever really caught his eye and made his loins stir was Minty. She was wild and untamed… A passionate spitfire… She would belong to him and no one else.

When Gideon was fulfilled and his cock finally went limp, his hot, harsh breath hovering above her left ear, he whispered, "You're mine." Satisfied, he pushed himself off the ground and pulled his breeches back on. Minty, hair disheveled and body exhausted from his sexual onslaught, couldn't move an inch as her master's son raked in her current state.

"Ya'll always be mine."

A/N: Should I continue the story? Please review! :)