Some M stuff – Warned in advance. Can be skipped if wanted. R&R.

She was tucking Ella to sleep. He slowly left the parlor, leaving his night cap nearly untouched. He was wandering throughout her room. Their room. Little had changed in the surroundings of the room. It was impeccably organized. He noticed from the open
/door of her dressing room that only black dresses were at the front of the closet. He looked at the right side of the bed and noticed that the small table was packed with pictures on a pile. Absentmindedly he took them in his hand and saw small pictures
/of her parents, himself, Bonnie with Wade and Ella, himself with Bonnie and Melanie. None of the pictures included her. He looked at the wall in the front of the room and noticed the signs of the huge portrait that used to hand there, a picture they
/had made of her just before entering the house seven years earlier.

He looked down again and opened the little drawer of the small table, thinking he'd find more pictures to look at. Instead he found a pack of letters folded neatly with her hand writing.

She entered the room and he closed the drawer reminding himself to look over it later. To his great surprise she was not wearing a wrapper but only a long cotton nightgown. She noticed his look and shrugged "I told you that none of the servants are here,
/and Ella likes me to lay with her till sleep claims her."

"How did you undress yourself?" he asked half amused at her obvious embarrassment.

"That's easy." She smiled saucily "I stopped using the big corset. I only use a bodice and since I'm thin and wearing simple black dresses with few buttons in the front as it is. I think no one notices I'm without the corset."

"You think?"

"Well, I don't care that much if anyone does, but I haven't noticed any weird looks."

He laughed, and the air seemed to ease between them. She dreamed and dreaded this moment at the same time.

"You took off the picture."

"I have." She lowered her eyes her voice was low.

He came to her and held her gently. His finger raised her chin and he bored her eyes. She straitened her eyes and met his gazed. "I just tried to get rid of anything that would remind me..."

"Sh…" he hushed her and kissed her tickling her with his trimmed moustache. She closed her eyes and reveled on the sensations the kiss evoked.

After a while he surprised her by moving backwards and instead of undressing sitting on the wide chair. She stood in the middle of the room baffled from his withdrawal.

"Come. Sit with me." He said.

She approached him, took his hand and surprised him by sitting by his feet on the plush rug with his hand in her palm. She looked blankly ahead.

"Do you know what you want, Scarlett. I know you had written to me. The thing is that our last time was… I was so ashamed afterwards…"

She stopped him by turning fast towards him and with a strange light in her eyes she talked "Ashamed? For leaving me afterwards you should have been, but for what you, er- we, did? Don't. I've been dreaming and recalling every moment of that night."

She saw the awe in his eyes. She closed her eyes for a second, it was too late to play shy, she thought. Straightening her eyes to his she said quietly "I loved it. I loved you for what you did to me, for what you made me do, for what you made me feel."

"I forced you" he said quietly "My darkest side came out and it scared and shamed me".

She laughed shortly "Well, if it was a dark side I wonder just why I felt so enlightened."

"Enlightened? That's a strange phrase of words regarding…"

Her intense look made him stop talking "A second after you started kissing me I kissed you back. Yes, I was scared to death when you took me up the stairs, but then you stopped and kissed me again and there was nothing I did afterwards that wasn't willingly,
/even…" she blushed but continued "when you put it, well that, in my mouth I loved it." Her eyes were looking at his pants with no mistake possible to her reference.

He was speechless looking at her disbelieving. Her face was crimson but she had a determined look "You loved it?"

She smiled half a smile "Should I prove it to you? Or are you too old for that?"

Her dare was met with an amused smile of his own accord "I still have some advantages over you, my love."

He pulled her to his lap. She kissed him a slow kiss, brushing him with her body and moving to saddle on him, deliberately allowing him to feel her soft curves. "I. Don't. Doubt. That." She said between kisses that went lower to his neck and collar bone.
/He held her backwards for a few seconds and then with deliberate slow movement he opened the front of his trousers and freeing his manhood from his drawers looking at her daringly –

"Well?"

The room was lit to the fool light the gas lamps gave. When she last did what she so openly offered to do it was dark and she merely saw the shadow of it all. She had seen him bath, but it was so different now. Her eyes widened but she smiled and with
/a small tilt of her head she asked "You want me to?"

His face was unreadable as always but he was smiling at her "Are you still too young for this Mrs. Butler? I realized lately that I married you too young."

She smiled and to his amazement slipped again to his feet caressing his manhood gently first with her white hands, then with her cheeks and finally with her mouth. She didn't know what to do next but a groan that he let go gave her some encouragement
/and she started pulling backwards and forward in her mouth while holding it gently. She closed her eyes and felt his hands close over hers and his breath becoming hard. Finally he pulled her up. Her mouth was a bit stiff from the strange position
/it had been for several minutes, but he kissed her so ardently that she forgot the oddness and merely wondering how he managed to pull himself inside her as he sat on the chair.

He was still dressed, and as she tried to unbutton his shirt he signaled her to refrain from doing so. Instead he pulled off her night gown leaving her completely naked at his lap, without pulling himself out. "I want to watch you" he said. She was trying
/to lean to him but he held her back. She had a small sign and a scar where she had broken the rib and her breasts had a brown aura so different to the light pink he remembered. She noticed his stare and moved with unease casting her arms around
/her front –

"Rhett, please, lets…"

"No. you're beautiful" as if to prove it his hand was nowcupping one of her breasts while the other guided himself in and out of her body. He pinched her nipple causing her to shiver unexpectedly – "You do love it, don't you?" it wasn't a real question,
/but as she failed to speak he ordered her "Say it, say that you love it" and he put that breast in his mouth sucking it with force that made her ache but she did not move away.

"I love it" she murmured with his paste "I love it. I love you Rhett, oh God, how I love you." She was crying in his arms with uncontrollable spasms.

"Let it go" he whispered in her ear, as he put a hand between them brushing her front part roughly while his other was slightly pulling her head backwards by her long hair.

"Keep your eyes open, Scarlett, damn it, or I'll…"

It was that with the small pain from his pulling her hair hair that made her erupt in one long crescendo.

After her release he raised her to her feet and turned her to face the chair –

"Hold it" he said as he entered her from behind. One of his hands was cupping her breast and the other holding ather shoulder. It was fast, hard, almost uncontrollable and to his amazement as he had his release she came to him again crying his name.

When she calmed down and her tears stopped flowing she looked at him in the eye again and whispered "Is it horrible that I like it this way?"

He smiled at her "You never cease to amaze me. Don't be embarrassed. It's fine. I am your husband, and if it's fine by me, it's fine. Besides, you were wonderful."

Hours later they talked curled in the bed that became once again theirs. She talked of her travels in the past year, of the children, and he told her of his excursions. After a while he paused and as she lift her head to him with a question in her eyes
/he chuckled –

"I've been thinking of the fact that you like it rough. It's so different then your way of life. Always in control."

"Oh" she was beginning to blush "Well, that time was this way. So it's your fault really. It seems that your darker side is more attractive then you thought it was. Mind you, I don't mind it more moderate as long as you make me feel so…"

"So what?" he rolled on top of her with clear tease in his voice.

"Oh, you know" she bit her lower lip as she watched him, She gathered her wits "Besides, maybe I'd like to be in control here too?"

"When hell freezes" he laughed and leaned to kiss her again.

To be frank she amazed him. For months he felt paralyzed, half dead. One afternoon with her in this house had made him peel off layers of fatigue and sorrow. Made him feel vibrant again. She was a different woman from the one he had married but he wanted
/her nevertheless. Perhaps more.