A/N: I know I said that my next update would most likely be on Georgia Rain or Eyes of Green, Heart of Gold but when I sat down to write this was the only story I could write anything worthwhile on. I hope everyone likes this chapter, and be sure to review!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own it. (Except the plot of this story)
Chapter 3 of Lightning Never Strikes the Same Place Twice
A Hangover She Doesn't Deserve
She was profoundly aware that her head hurt. It was throbbing to be exact. That was all she knew.
Wearily and slowly, she lifted her slightly shaky hands to her cool forehead and closed her eyes. She hadn't had a headache like this in a while, not since she had given up drinking.
Oh, God, she thought with a startling realization, I've got a hangover! She moved her hands away from her line of vision and was suddenly aware that there were soft snores emanating from under the pile of blankets she was sleeping against. With a feeling of dread, she gingerly lifted the corner of the blanket and peered under the covers.
She was right. It hadn't just been a loud blanket she was laying next to, it was Rhett.
And, if memory served her, it was a naked Rhett.
She took another quick peek under the covers to double check, and found she had been right indeed. Rhett Butler lay sleeping in all of his naked glory right next to what she had just come to realize was an equally naked, hung over Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler.
Honestly, but she couldn't help it.
She screamed.
It was a rather muffled scream in that halfway through it a jolt of pain so sharp to her head made her stop. How…what…she didn't know what to think, where to begin thinking. She gingerly got out of the king sized bed and reached for the wrapper which she found lying on the floor by the side of the bed. She slowly tied the small belt around her waist tightly so her curves wouldn't be as visible, not realizing of course that this only served to accentuate them.
She paced in a small section of her room for a minute trying to gather her thoughts. It wasn't until she was so dizzy she thought she might be sick, though the nausea could very well be attributed to her night before, that she realized she was getting nowhere. She sank heavily onto her side of the bed and waited until the room around her stopped swirling. Once again confident in her ability to keep last night's dinner where it belonged, she reached over and began to poke what she guessed was Rhett's shoulder.
"Rhett. Rhett. Rhett!" her whisper slowly increased in volume and in urgency. He stirred and sat up, looking as confused as she imagined she had minutes before.
"What the hell happened last night, Rhett Butler? And what the hell are you doing in my bed?" She asked angrily and slightly embarrassed. After all, she had been naked, he was naked, they were lying in her bed, and she couldn't remember anything of the night before.
"Scarlett, must you be so loud? What do you think happened, my dear?" He raised his eyebrows at her, causing a blush to creep up her cheeks.
"Relax," he said in a voice heavy with sleep. "You fell asleep before anything actually happened," he admitted, watching Scarlett release the lip she had begun biting.
"Oh" was all she could muster. The small word was flooded with relief. This was not how she had ever imagined Rhett's return. Becoming indignant, she was ready to upbraid that low cad beside her for getting her drunk and purposely taking advantage of her when she realized he had returned to a state of slumber, leaving her to her thoughts.
How had she managed to mess things up so badly yet another time? Oh, what would her mother say if she could see her now? She was afraid to know.
Glaring at a sleeping Rhett, she tried to convince herself that the entireties of their problems were his fault. All she managed to convince herself, however, was that if Rhett was able to go back to sleep like nothing had occurred it was only fair that she should be able to do the same thing. Settling in on her bed, she put as much distance between the two bodies as she possibly could before closing her eyes and quickly falling asleep.
It did no good. When she woke up for the second time that morning, she found that miraculously she had somehow ended up curled around Rhett's still sleeping figure. Perhaps it was due to the alcohol she had consumed the night before, but without thinking she hurriedly began scrambling to escape his grasp. She accidentally propelled herself off her bed, grabbing hold of the only thing in sight: Rhett. The two tumbled off the large bed and landed with a resounding thud on the floor.
A/N: Sorry it was rather short. Tell me what you thought by reviewing, I hope everyone liked it!