A/N alright a one shot! If you want me to continue this story please review to let me know. Please review, follow and favorite. A Single Rose and Not All of It will be updated very soon.
So where I am starting this is after they accuse each other of not being a gentleman or a lady.
Disclaimer: I own nothing I am just borrowing Rhett and Scarlett for a couple hours
Once upon a time a few mistakes ago And he's long gone when he's next to me 'Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in No apologies. He'll never see you cry,
I was in your sights, you got me alone
You found me, you found me, you found me
I guess you didn't care, and I guess I liked that
And when I fell hard you took a step back
Without me, without me, without me
And I realize the blame is on me
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
'Til you put me down, oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
pretends he doesn't know that he's the reason why.
You're drowning, you're drowning, and you're drowning.
Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street
a new notch in your belt is all I'll ever be
and now I see
"Now Miss, to have fallen in love with someone as impassionate as Mr. Wilkes" Rhett Butler said impassionate with such disgust that is able to catch Scarlett's attention.
"You must never have had an experience of something real?" He says raising an eyebrow at her.
"Of course I have, Mr. Butler." Scarlett replied defiantly.
"Something so real, that it can make your knees buckle and butterflies light up in your stomach?" He says taking a large step in her direction.
Scarlett is overwhelmed by the masculine scent that seems to accompany him. His words repeat themselves in her mind as she tries to make sense of them. Scarlett had never felt those things that he said when she was with any of her beaus and with a horror filled thought she realized that she never felt those things with Ashley. But no, she loves Ashley with all her heart; doesn't she?
"Miss O'Hara, have you felt these things with Mr. Wilkes or are you now realizing the depth of uncaring for the gentleman?" He asked.
"Oh, you have no right to ask these things or question my feelings." Scarlett said angrily letting out a huff of air.
Rhett continued on as if she had not had an outburst, "Well Miss O'Hara, some have said that I am a passionate man."
"Now who would 'some' be?" Scarlett asked and blushed when she realized what she had asked.
"Women all around the world." He said simply. Scarlett's eyes widened at what he was implying and the vast possibilities of having the abilities to be able to travel around the world without a care.
"Have one of your many beaus ever kissed you with passion, Miss O'Hara?" Rhett asked slightly cocking his head at her. His swarthy face had a confident smirk etched on it allowing a few of his bright teeth to be in view from his upper lip.
"How do you know my name?" Scarlett asked in a way to avoid answering his question.
"There were many young men that were talking of an enchanting Miss O'Hara. This leads to a simple enough of a deduction to be able to tell who Miss O'Hara is. She must be a woman who is not a lady and is easily able to charm a man. This leaves a single option, you." He says taking another step closer to her; he is at the least two feet away from her. Scarlett wants to flee the room and pretend that she has been resting this afternoon with the ladies and that her heart had not been shattered into fragmented pieces.
"Now, since you obviously don't want to answer my question, I have a bet for you." His proposition slightly interested Scarlett and unconsciously leaned forward slightly.
"I bet that in one kiss I will have done better than any other country beau that has ever kissed you." He said with a smirk settling on his face.
"Why would I let you kiss me?" Scarlett asks, with confusion and curiousness clouding her features.
"Because if you don't then I'll let the whole barbeque know of your indiscretions with Mr. Wilkes." Rhett said.
"You wouldn't dare." Scarlett hissed.
"Oh, but I would, Miss O'Hara." He said with a chesire cat smile overtaking his face.
"That's blackmail." Scarlett almost yells.
"Yes it is, Miss O'Hara. But you know about blackmail don't you?" He asks. Scarlett huffs in annoyance.
How bad would it be to kiss him? He is just a man. Scarlett tried asking herself these questions to ease her slight fears. Well he must be over six feet tall, with swarthy skin showing that he obviously is in the sun a lot, dark onyx eyes that appear to never end and that try to pull you farther and farther in, he has black hair that is slicked back and bright white teeth. His overall appearance surprises her that a man is capable of looking that good.
She blushes when she realizes that she has been watching him for the past couple of minutes. He seems not to be surprised at her actions.
Slowly, he steps closer to her, nearly a hair away from her. She peered up into his eyes and saw things she was unable to describe, due to her ignorance. Cautiously he leaned down and placed his lips against hers.
A fire was ignited in Scarlett and she didn't want it to leave her. Their lips started moving in tandem with each other, he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance over one another. Neither of them realized what they were doing just that it was a pleasurable experience for both of them. Rhett had pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her waist and Scarlett had wrapped her arms around his neck.
Rhett started placing kisses along her cheek towards her ear; from there he started kissing her neck. He found her rapidly fast moving pulse and sucked on it for a moment before nipping at it and kissing it again.
"I can stop if you want." Rhett murmurs against her neck. Scarlett's lust filled emerald eyes pop open when she realizes what exactly they are doing. A voice in her mind is whispering for her to stop and evaluate in her mind, but a louder voice is saying to keep going.
"No, don't." She breathes. Rhett continue s his assault on her skin and places kisses among the top of her bosom. A small moan of pleasure escapes her and she is able to feel Rhett smiling against her skin. They stumble towards the couch, he starts undoing the back of her dress while occupying his mouth by kissing every inch of freed skin. Her dress is left at a pool by her feet. His coat joins her dress on the floor.
Brazenly she runs her hands up and down his muscular arms. His shirt is shed and thrown on the floor to join their growing pile of clothing. Scarlett had never seen a man so well muscled without a shirt, the only times she had seen a man without a shirt was when her mother would treat men. These men had always been sickly and did not compare to the man standing before her. Her corset was thrown onto the floor as the fire kept growing inside of her. Her hand accidently brushed against his hardness and a groan of pleasure was thrusted from his throat. Scarlett blushed the color of her namesake when she had noticed what she did to cause that sound to come from a man.
It didn't take long for both of them to be standing naked before each other. Scarlett knew the basics of what was supposed to happen, yet she was worried how something that big would be able to fit inside her. She pushed the thought aside and decided to worry about it later. Carefully, Rhett laid Scarlett upon the small couch; he went back to work placing kisses back on the top of her bosom.
"I can still stop if you want." Rhett said his eyes filled with lust. Scarlett shook her head, lust was overtaking her thoughts. Rhett started kissing lower and lower and landed upon her breast. He started suck on her nipple before pulling away and letting the cool air pebble it while he worked the same ministrations on the other one. Scarlett was writhing beneath him; she was in desperate need of a release.
Scarlett knew that something that felt this good must be a sin and not to be done. But Scarlett paid the warning bells in her mind before continuing on with their acts.
Rhett reached down between her legs. Scarlett tried closing her legs not to allow him access. He gave her a look that told her to trust him. Reluctantly she moved her legs and he reached down once more. Scarlett's breath hitched when she felt him touch her. He rubbed her clit and allowed her to get closer to the edge.
Slowly he moved his hand away. He poised himself at her entrance and coated himself in her arousal. For some odd reason he felt terrible for the pain he was about to cause this girl.
"Wrap your arms around my shoulders." He told her and waited until she did so. Once she had done so, he quietly murmured "I'm sorry." For what he was sorry for she was not sure all she knew was that she needed some type of release. She braced her arms around his shoulders and prepared herself for the worst.
Slowly he entered her, relishing in the way she was so tight and wet surrounding him. He pushed in slightly further and could feel that he was at her maiden head. "Hold on tight." He said.
He pushed in breaking her maiden head. Her grip tightened on his shoulders and he knew that she would leave marks that would be visible for the next few days.
A single tear slid from her green eyes and down her face at the stinging sensation in her core. He held still and allowed her time to get used to him stretching her. Rhett kissed away the tear that left its track down her face.
"Are you okay?" Rhett asked, looking up at Scarlett.
"Yes, keep going." She gasped.
Rhett started moving around, getting used to the feel of her. He could feel her grasp on his shoulders had slightly weakened and he started moving faster. Rhett thrust out and then back in. Scarlett's eyes filled with lust and pleasure. He knew that she was close to a release and they both were in need of one, very desperately.
"Faster." She said near his ear. Their bodies moved faster together, their moans of pleasure blended into one as they both enjoyed what was happening between them.
Rhett knew that he was unable to hold back for too much longer. He was guessing from the unguarded look in her eyes that she too was also close. Rhett felt the familiar tightening sensation, Scarlett let out an ear piercing scream of ecstasy. She had hit her release, after hearing her and feeling her slump down with pleasure clouding her features Rhett found himself hitting his release, hard.
He had come with s shout that he had tried to keep muffled by burying his face into her neck. For a minute they both laid there in peace, trying to recover from their moments of bliss.
Scarlett had never felt anything similar to this in her life and it scared her. Rhett tried to ignore the small butterflies in his stomach and the guilt for taking a sixteen year old girl.
A shout from outside of the room pulled both of them out of their thoughts. Rhett sat up quickly and so did Scarlett. They both started gathering their clothing from its pile.
"Can you tie this?" Scarlett asked, holding up her corset. He nodded and she turned around and handed him the corset. He tied it with gentle strokes and allowed her to get her waist to the desired amount of inches and she felt as if she could breathe freely at the same time.
They both finished dressing and stared at each other for a moment before preparing to face the real world rather than their small bubble of solitude. Scarlett took a breath and prepared herself for all the people she would have to face and pretend that she had not committed the various sins that she did.
Scarlett stood up and straightened her dress before walking to the door. She paused before opening it and looked over her shoulder at Mr. Butler who was still sitting on the couch.
"Have a good day, Mr. Butler." Scarlett said before flouncing out the door into the mess that is reality.