WBG Chapter: 17

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Rhett slowly opened the door to Scarlett's bedroom, the smell of floral soap and lemon filled the room with humidity from the leftover steam from her bath. He noticed the gaslights were turned low and candles were lit on the candelabras brought in from the dining room and placed on the night stands that encompassed her bed. Rhett chuckled inside, Mammy had something to do with this, too.

Rhett had tried to prolong dinner by taking the children downstairs in the hotel's dining room which meant they had to get suitably dressed and toiletries accomplished before Mammy let them leave. She kept reminding Rhett, "Miz Scarlett is in her bath."

"But, Mammy, the children are so hungry."

Rhett had ordered soup, salad and dinner as well as dessert, Ella was falling asleep as he finally carried her upstairs depositing her on her bed, and offering to read to Wade. Mammy had stopped him, "Now you knows that boy is too old for that, get yo' self to your wife, she been waitin' for you."

Rhett had splashed cold water on his face, tidied up his hair, and slipped into his newest silk robe, and he stood in the candlelit boudoir of his increasingly frustrating wife, Rhett felt like a stud coming in for services. He shuddered seeing the same road they went down before yawn and beckoned him. He was a man, of course he wanted to enjoy his wife, especially the wife he had, but not like this. It was seconds that felt like hours, when the svelte shadow came into view from behind the oriental shudders. Her hair flowed softly into long curls and her skin was slightly paler than the creamy, pink silk wrapper. Her lips were red and full and her eyes were large with tension and nerves, she said one word, "Rhett ."

The effect was an ethereal, but he knew she was stalking him deviously. Rhett closed the door softly and smiled, "Good evening, my pet."

She took a breath irritated by that name, and a nervous smile crept across her face, it was as though she had never seen her before, she almost looked innocent.

Rhett felt a pang of guilt, this was not right, and she was so impulsive, and beautiful, he had to put a stop to this.

He reached out his hand, palm up. Scarlett regally walked to him putting her hand in his. Rhett led her to the divan where champagne chilled in a bucket and an array of cakes were stacked.

Rhett held her to his side and put his arm around her resting his chin on her head and letting her cuddle next to his side, she was impatient, "These cakes are…... for after…... if you are hungry," Scarlett explained quietly.

"I'm not hungry, now. I was just remembering something, when I saw you.."

He felt her stiffen, "What?"

Rhett chuckled, "Our wedding night, do you?"

"Rhett, really why do you want to talk so much?"

"Shh, listen, it is one of my fondest memories."

Scarlett sat up slowly on her knees level with his eyes,"It is?"

For a moment her expression was so childlike, it reminded him of Bonnie. And the pang stabbed his heart.

Rhett nodded,"You want to know why?"

Scarlett's face reddened, and she smiled, "Maybe," and with a pout, "if it's not vulgar."

Rhett brushed a hair from her face, "It's quite romantic."

"Tell me, later,." Scarlett brushed him off, reaching for his shoulders, and pressing her breasts next to him.

Rhett relented and kissed her full lips, as her smell encompassed him, and her breath mixed with his, she wasn't backing down. As his hands traveled up her thigh under her wrapper, he felt nothing of the usual ruffles and fabric of her night gown, as he kissed her neck, he peeked down her wrapper, and noticed her naked breasts budding from the delicate lace of her wrapper, and he let out a groan, Scarlett's voice caught and sighed, as his hot hands reached higher up her thigh and firmly grabbed her hip, pulling her across his lap.

Scarlett felt the bulge rising next to her from his robe, and whispered his name furiously, "Rhett, Rhett?"

He gave a hum as his lips grazed her cleavage, "Yes?"

"We need to get to the bed."

Rhett looked up, annoyed "Why?"

Scarlett reddened, "The sheaths, they are on the nightstand."

Rhett rolled his eyes, "Oh, I forgot." as he scooped her up and laid her on the bed, kneeling over her as he reached for the package. Scarlett laid there, feeling as though she was about to be examined, it felt quite medical, and he looked down at her, holding the package. Scarlett waited, but Rhett didn't say anything.

Scarlett asked, "Do you need something?"

Rhett hovered over her on his knees, and nodded, "Yes, take off your clothes, and I can start."

Scarlett reached for him, and pulled towards him, and he released her arms, "Come on, take it off."

Scarlett reddened, and pouted, "You finished kissing me?"

Rhett laughed, "Well, yes I guess so, if you just want to physically do it, we have to get started."

"But- Rhett- you are being so- cold."

"Cold? I'm going to comply with your wishes."

"But," Scarlett's stomach lurched, "I don't want it like…. This."

"Rhett rolled off of her, as she sprang up, and sat down across from him in the center of the bed. Rhett held the package and stared at her, she was increasingly becoming irritated, "Rhett?"

Rhett looked down, and then up at her, "Don't you see, anything, Scarlett?"

His voice was rough and sad, and his mouth was down turned.

"Rhett, you are ruining our night!" Scarlett's temper had boiled over, and she stormed behind the shutters, and sobbed softly.

Rhett shook his head, sighing, "Get back out here, let me explain something-"

Scarlett's damp cheeked face flashed in the soft light, and the venom spilt out, "To hell with your explanations, Rhett! Call, Mammy."

And then she was safely behind the shutters, sobbing again.

Rhett clenched his jaw, this woman was the most childish, bitch he had ever known, sometimes.

He stormed behind the shutters, and pulled her out, sitting her on the chair, and he knelt next to her, holding her hands in her lap, "Listen, you want it physical, that's how it's done. Those sheaths are for people who just want to enjoy the act, not the love."

"But, I love you." her weeping eyes, were wide and her dark eyebrows knitted together over the intense green in the candlelight.

"And I love you, and I love you, too, much to use you for pleasure." Rhett's eyes were dark and intense on hers.

"That's what I felt on our first wedding night, I had you physically, and in my heart, I enjoyed you because I loved you. But, you didn't love me, so it was one sided, and it ended, terribly. Tonight, I must say, I would have just enjoyed your body with those sheaths. Let's not make the same mistake twice."

Scarlett's mind bounced from word to word, not really listening to anything of his excuses, and she pouted, "But I want you, tonight. I want to love you, but you don't want a child, so I thought I could fix it, so we could-"

"It's not the child that I don't want, it's the greedy need that I don't want to indulge in, and have us at each other's throats."

Scarlett's eyes became cold, and hard, and she ripped her hands from his, "I know what you think, you think I will change my mind and not love you, after. But, you are wrong. Go then, leave and go hide in your room."

Rhett's hands felt as though Scarlett broke them by flinging them back at him, and his eyes hardened on her, maybe she was right, he feared she would fall out of love with him. He slowly stood, and walked over to get a drink, and Scarlett huffed, "Hmmph, You are such a hypocrite,"

Rhett ignored her childish rant, she was mad because she put so much effort into this, and she lost. He let the champagne tickle his tongue and slide down his throat, and then the sound came across the room, like a sword burying in his gut.

"A hypocrite!" Her face was speckled pink, and her eyes hard, "Ashley and you don't have enough gumption to really say what you want, but act like gentleman."

The thought of her putting Ashley and him in the same thought, fired a cannon ball in Rhett's ego, he crushed the glass in his hand, hardly feeling the pain, and let it fall on the table. Scarlett sat at her vanity seething, and running her fingers thorugh her hair, before she realized Rhett had grabbed her from behind and tossed her on the bed, and his body covered her, as his bloody hand smeared prints across her gown, as he exposed her breast, taking the nipple in his mouth making her cry out as his teeth edged it furiously and her body chilled being exposed naked under his. Her face brushed against his slick black hair, and her fingers dug into his shoulders, as he towered over her, and her legs cradled him between her knees, the hardness budged against her, making her sigh and welcome him inside in a furious thrust, causing her to gasp, and then he stopped.

Rough hands grabbed her and turned her on her stomach, and she fought against him, calling his name,"Rhett, no, stop! Stop!" Her voice was urgent and high, and he cast his eyes on her soft, white milky skin, "Rhett?"

He fell next to her, and his mustache tickled her ear, "I can't even look at you!"

Her face fell on the pillow and cried, and suddenly he was gone, and the bathroom door slammed, shaking the wall.

Scarlett scrambled up not attempting to hide her nakedness, her blood streaked robe lay in a pool on the floor, and his darker robe next to the broken glass. Scarlett shook the knob, "Rhett, open up!"

There was quest noises from behind the door, was he crying. Scarlett's skin was hot and prickly, and she wanted his strong body next to hers again, "You didn't need to stop, I was- confused."

There was not a sound from the toilet, the soft sounds of her leftover bathwater slopping, and the soft sounds, of muffled mummer, 'Was Rhett crying? Or Taking a bath?'

Scarlett hurried and crept under the covers, and waited.

It seemed like she sat hours waiting for the door to open, but it was a few minutes, and Rhett came out, naked with his head held low, and he walked to the edge of the bed slid in next to Scarlett, his body was wet, and chilled next to hers. SHe edged closer and he put his hand up, "No, I'm not doing this."

Scarlett sat, silently, and looked at his hand wrapped with a towel, she reached to touch it, "I'm sorry."

"It's my fault! I let Ashley come between us, I made it worse, and it was three in the bed, again."

Scarlett was shocked, and then she said, "I shouldn't have-"

"No, you damn well shouldn't have!" Rhett laid down, and turned over, his back to her.

Scarlett studied him, and tears pricked her eyes, "I'm sor-"

"Scarlett, I still don't want to look at you, and don't say you're sorry, because I know you aren't. You said what you were sure would hurt me, and you did. I'm just glad that I got control of myself, before-"

Scarlett quietly slinked down under the covers, and laid there awake, listening to Rhett's breathing, he was awake, too and she felt terrible. Her thought ran wild and by the next hour she was crying.

Rhett sat up, and her tearful eyes, and face was squinted up into a bitter crying jag.

"Scarlett, stop it."

"You- You're leaving me, again. I know you are going to send me to Atlanta tomorrow."

"Hush! I thought about strangling you, but I'm not sending you home."

Scarlett wiped her eyes, they were honest tears, not dramatics, and she slowly regained her composure, "Promise?"

Rhett rolled his eyes, "Yes, come here."

He pulled her to him, her body was warm, and soft next to his, he wanted her. SHe rested her cheek against his naked chest, "Rhett, I really couldn't do it again, losing you. I think I should, should die."

Rhett was fighting the urgency to turn her face up and kiss her to reassure her, she went on, "I love you, and it's not just a girlhood crush, it's genuine, and I am sorry for saying those nasty things to you, I can't sleep worrying about how I upset you, and you hurt your hand. I know I wanted to hurt you, but when I did, it didn't feel so good."

Rhett wanted to laugh, hearing Scarlett reasoning out her newly found humanity, and he had to kiss her.

"Scarlett?"

She looked up, her eyes were dull and sorrowful like a dog that soiled in your shoes, "What?"

"Kiss me, you fool!"

She turned her face up to his, and uttered an annoyed response and the word was lost, as Rhett's lips met hers, and he pulled her down with him under the safety of the covers, and he pulled her body next to his, and her arms encircled his strong shoulders, joining their skin together. The kisses were soft and tender and drew Scarlett into a dimension that was soft, warm and secure, the touches were reassuring, and she didn't need to cry out, but hum in agreement like a cat purring throw a belly rub. The frenzy of the touches and caresses naturally brought her to the edge of desire, but only the desire to be close to Rhett, and he sensed the intimacy as her body was not possessed by him, but almost revered by his hands, and he felt her soft skin in his rough hands, as he pulled her hips to him, and cradled her in his hands, entering her with a soft gratified moan, and her eyes opened looking into his, and her breathing was deeper, and matched his, and he slowly thrusted into her, deeper with each one. The desire to crawl under her skin and into her soul grew stronger with each thrust, and he removed her hands, flattening them to the bed, and entwining their fingers, as her body arched to meet his, and he moved quicker and sharper, and Scarlett's teeth dug into her lip, arching her neck back, mummering his name as her body convulsed underneath his and Rhett shuddered falling deeper into her, resting his sweaty face on her breasts, repeating her name in joy and ecstasy as his body relaxed.

The darkness of the room encompassed Scarlett, but she dared not move and break the moment, her body felt like it was glowing and the weight of Rhett felt safe and warm, and she clung to those moments. It was Rhett he rolled off of her, and laid propped on his elbow next to her stroking her belly that slowly shuddered as her breathing relaxed to normal, thrilled by moments of intimacy and ecstasy. His touch was comforting and thrilling, making her thighs miss his presence between them.

Scarlett's hand reached over and pet his cheek, "Mr. Butler," she piped out in a whisper, "You have out done yourself."

Rhett chuckled, "I dare say, Mrs. Butler, that was quite a performance."

Scarlett smiled, "Do you regret it?"

Rhett shook his head negative, closing his eyes, as her hand stroked his cheek, he asked, "You?"

Scarlett shook her head, as the loose curls feel around her neck, "Never."

Rhett looked at Scarlett, as though it was the first time, but instead of a headstrong girl, he saw a woman, who loved him.