Something soft, towards the end with this one, probably will finish Milady after that. R&R. I have a one-shot that is pending… Then I shall go on a break and expect to read some more of the lovely stories this fandom supplies, R&R
She had been down this path before. She put her papers in the drawer. Too many times she had read these words written so long ago.
She found herself leaving the house and walking to a different part of town. It seemed that her legs had taken her to the little street where her doctor lived.
-It is only natural that your husband would be worried and careful.
-Will I be a mother again?
-Mrs. Butler, from what I saw you are a mother to two wonderful children. You are blessed. But as you are asking me of your future children, there is a possibility that you will be a mother again. Only, this time, you will be confined to your bed the whole time. Are you up to that?
Was she up to that? She nodded quietly. Never in her life had she craved for something more than his child. Her husband's child. She wanted to bear his children. Six or even seven, if possible.
'I must be going crazy. One baby is bad for one's figure. Something has really gone wrong with me.' But the thought of several children running in her gardens made her smile a wide smile.
-I'll do anything.
-Well, in that case I will pay your good man a visit in an hour or so.
Her next stop was at the old emporium. It was humming with activity. She managed to stay in the shadows, a blue vail covering her face partly. She saw all the old matrons of Atlanta sharing tea at the round tables she made Mrs. Meriwether put. She was no longer needed here, she realized. She had invested well and the money was pouring back to her pockets.
Sometime later she realized she was too tired to walk home. Deliberately and slowly she took off her bonnet, making some matrons to gasp as they saw her pale face appear from behind the vail.
-Scarlett! What a lovely surprise.
Her voice and wrinkles proved that she felt quite the opposite. Nevertheless, Mrs. Meriwether approached her and kissed her cheek.
-You look lovely. I am so glad you came to the Café.
Scarlett raised her eyes and something in the calm cool gaze made the older lady hush.
-Dolly, please arrange for Hugh to take me home. He is here, isn't he?
The ride home was short. Yet, Hugh Elsing found it in his courage to tell her that her presence was missed.
-Is Dolly kind to you, Hugh?
-I can't complain. I will admit that I'd take your reprimanding any day to her...
For the first time in his life he saw Scarlett laugh, a true free laughter.
-Poor Hugh! Now you can't even complain, now can you? All the city won't join you this time.
He looked at her, at first with hesitation and some fear. When he saw that she actually meant her words and was smiling at him with no resentment or mock in her eyes he smiled.
- I always wondered why you never fired me. Now she can't, because you didn't. I'd quit if I had some other way to provide for my family.
-Hugh, I did not fire you for the same reason that I kept caring for whoever was left at Tara after the war. No one appreciated that either. Except Melly, that is.
-I shouldn't talk of it, but my sister married a month ago to ease her family's financial situation. For Tommy Jr. and for my parents, same as you did with old Frank. No one dared speak of her the same way they did...
-Poor Fanny. I always blamed myself for Tommy's-
- Don't, Mrs. Butler. None of any of it was your fault. You never asked us to go on that raid. In fact, Frank told us that you were dead against the Klan.
She patted his hand before she descended off the carriage with his help to find a worried Rhett at the entrance of the mansion.
-Don't blame yourself Mrs. Butler.
Rhett looked at the scene troubled. He stayed behind for a few moments with Hugh and then came inside.
-I sent Pork and that stable boy to look for you.
-I'm sorry, darling, I went to see the Café and time just slipped off my fingers. Rhett, will you take me dancing tonight? Or to eat at The Atlanta Hotel?
-What's the matter, honey? Are you well?
-Oh, I'm well. I'm sick of you treating me like some invalid. Please, can't you –
She choked at her words. Here she was, wanting to seduce him and instead falling to a place of complaints and accusations.
-Never mind, Rhett, I'll go change and eat in my chambers. I've been out too long.
In her chambers she was restless. Her mind was scattered. She forgot she intended to change her cloths and sat idly grazing her fingers at the bed covers.
He entered the room quietly. She hardly heard the door open and close. As she lift her eyes she saw him smile.
-I think you need help undressing.
She forced a smile to her face.
-My thoughts exactly. Thank heavens my husband is my own private mind-reader.
-I am, am I not?
-I am not so sure any more. For instance, what am I thinking of now?
-One of his hands held her waist carefully, while the other opened the little buttons at the front of her dress. As half of it was open he did not bother with the rest and covered one of her breasts with his warm palm.
-Am I getting there?
How she missed those teasing smiles. She tilt her head backwards and smiled –
-What do you think? You are supposed to be the mind-reader.
-I think that your breast has missed me.
His thumb rubbed her nipple from above the thin cloth. The saw it harden, and he half laughed.
-Not only this one.
-So the other one too?
-Hmff.
Her breasts were revealed to him now from above her dress that has not been taken off yet.
-And I missed your breasts, in case you were wondering.
-Just a little bit, wondering, that is.
His mouth was on top of one now, his tongue teasing it. She brought his head down to it. With his legs he pushed her to the bed.
-Wait, don't you want me to take off—
-Not yet. I always dreamed of how it would be like to be breast fed by you.
And so he put her against the cushions and began sucking her left breast as if trying to exert fluids from it. Her hands were cradling his head. He pulled at her nipple mercilessly at times but she just smiled at him.
-Are you mine?
She nodded.
-Are these mine?
She nodded.
-So, when we have this baby you so crave for, you'll invite me to drink from you?
She was panting and nodding.
-Say it.
She was confused. What did he expect her to say?
-Say it Scarlett – that you are craving for my baby.
-I want to carry your children more than anything.
-Children?
Once that dam has fallen it was out there threatening to drown her, she'd say it all, he was nibbling her ear, she gathered some air and whispered
- Six or seven, if I can, if you'll want. I have so much love to give. I can see them running in the garden, playing with mud, ruining the parlor, your fine suits, making you laugh and smile till your face aches from it -
His caress became more gentle,
-God, Rhett, how I crave for you, for your children, for your body inside me, with or without babies.
Her words had the desired effect and she felt him tense against her
-Keep talking Scarlett
-And you'll make love to me while I am pregnant?
He began laughing
-According to your doctor, that would be quite impossible, you'll have to rest, at least at the first pregnancy since you are planning so many.
-Oh, I don't care, so I will touch you –
-And you'll nurse me? I remember drops of your milk on your nightgown, that was so alluring, I almost-
The picture came to her mind and made her blush
-You should have.
-For the rest of our lives you are mine, and mine alone.
She lay backwards in the bed, closing her eyes as she uttered words that made her blush.
-I am yours.
-And you'll nurse me along with our child –
-Er—yes—
-Say it.
She did not know why it was so difficult to utter those words, but she decided to let go completely, surrender to her own want for him and to this fantasy he was sharing with her. Her eyes opened, wide, her face glowing as she gathered his face towards her dark nipple.
-I will open my dress to you and cradle you like I do now, and you'll taste my milk and have it.
His eyes were closed as he relished her breast. In a rare moment of understanding she saw his big body and realized what his fantasy was about.
-And I'll love you, Rhett, more than life, always.
She was kissing his forehead and her free hand went towards the bulge at his front.
-And I'll love this, even if I have to lie in bed for nine whole months.
-And you'll let me touch you while I nurse?
-Whenever and whichever way you want.
She opened her legs slightly to find his hand going straight to her core. He was gentle but she pushed herself toward him. He brought her close to her climax when his hand left to be replaced by the part of him she so longed to feel.
***Yours Truly***
A year later
-Rhett?
-Ha?
-Rhett, wake-up.
-What's the matter?
-I have something for you.
-Can't it wait till Gracie wakes us both up?
-I may lose my nerve and not give it to you.
She took a boot that was standing beside the bed and drew from within the scroll of paper she had written on so long ago.
-I know you read all the others. I've known all along. I suppose I hoped you'd get them in the first place. But this one I kept away, it's for you.
