A/N: Probably first and last time you will hear from me. This is my very first GWTW fic. Not an excuse for bad writing, just a warning. It's currently PWP, but that might change in the near future. In all honesty, I just like to see Rhett and Scarlett battle it out for dominance. I'm strange like that. Please enjoy and state if you do!

Sugar Crumbs

"God's seed, Rhett Butler! Never! Not ever, do you hear me!?" she shrieked, snatching up the coverlets and pulling them tightly about her as if to shield her from the offensive jar Rhett innocently held in his hand.

Throwing back his head, Rhett let out a howl of laughter. "My, my, Scarlett. I never knew you to be such a prude. I see now why you left all the marital pleasures to your former husbands."

As he expected, her green eyes narrowed into slits. Her nose scrunched into a childish pout and he took the chance to approach the bed and pull the thick burgundy sheets away from his new bride. "That look isn't very attractive, my dear."

She scoffed when he dipped one knee onto the space beside her, clasping a hand to her breast and shivering when his leg lightly brushed her knuckles. "Take that smug look off your face. I have no idea what you plan to do with that, but-"

"What? This harmless jar of apples?" he said, inspecting the honey-colored contents intently, "Why I'm wounded, my pet. Mama sent these all the way from Charleston. Didn't you know they were my favorite as a child? Tsk. Tsk, Scarlett. I thought you knew me better than that!"

Taking a scurried look at the unclothed length of her husband, Scarlett grinned foolishly. "Why, I suppose I should, Rhett. But you must know I hate apples."

She felt her entire body smolder under his gaze. "You won't after I'm through with you."

Hovering over her with arms as long and winding as a spider's, he carefully set the jar on the desk table on her side of the bed and immediately swooped down upon her to claim her lips with his. A course of desire and disappointment ran through her body. Rhett's kisses were always so intoxicating, so renewing and freshening. Yet the wide expanse of his body seemed to belie the slow, gentle movements of his lips upon her trembling ones. He was unlike any man she had ever kissed before - commanding, consuming, convincing…why it was almost as if he loved her! Scarlett laughed gently at her thoughts as Rhett moved to attack her neck with the same light tenderness. Let Rhett Butler love her all he liked. Love never got anyone anywhere in life as far as she was concerned. She had loved Ashley for what seemed like a lifetime and where did it get her? Thrown into every arms but his. No, Katie Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler wouldn't think of love tonight. Tonight was her night of abandon.

But if only it hadn't had to be with Rhett! He was attractive and all, but his problem was that he knew it. He knew his body was a gift from the gods and he didn't scurry in flaunting it in her face. He knew that his eyes could sweep through and across in but a moment and know all there was ever to know about her. He knew his laugh, his grin, his frown, his sneer all made her react to him like no other.

He knew she didn't love him and never would. She knew that he didn't care.

When she felt two strong hands cup her breasts, the air caught in her throat. She could feel the warmth of his fingers as they circled about her skin and shivered at the contrasting iciness that scrapped her flesh in the form of his wedding ring. All her thoughts went to that ring, the very first to grace Rhett's finger, and she marveled as it twisted round and round on him as he continued to tease her. His head dragged up from the valley between his two large arms and he watched her face for a moment in the darkness. Scarlett could have sworn that she saw his eyes sparkle.

And as soon as the contact began, it ended. Through the daze, she watched him reach for the apple jar and scoot back onto his knees. She bit her lip. He truly was a beautiful sight.

"Spread your legs," he said gruffly. Shaking her head to rid the confusion, she blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes.

"What?"

The fingers that had just left her aching skin flicked in the dull light of the room and loosened the jar's top with a loud pop. "You heard me."

She hesitated, not liking where this situation was going. God's nightgown! she thought, Why can't he let me lay here and get it over with? It's embarrassing enough with him standing over me with that look in his eyes. Like he's about to eat me al…Oh!

Suddenly pulled from her reverie by two hands forcing her knees apart, Scarlett opened her mouth in protest but stopped short at the calculating look that greeted her. It was the exact same look she gave the ledgers at Frank's store…that studious, heavy gaze of both interest and dismay. Why it should be on Rhett's face now was a mystery to her, but it was soon pushed to the back of her mind when his head leaned forward to stare between her thighs as intently as if she were aflame.

And indeed she was. A flush had fallen over her face and despite her certain lack of clothing, she could feel the intolerable heat of the room overwhelm her. She wished she had something - anything - to take off. It was absolutely unbearable and that cad simply wouldn't stop staring.

"Do you mind, Rhett Butler?" she said with a voice too composed for her liking, "I do have other places to be, you know."

The quick quip that she expected never came. Instead, he glanced up at her with the largest, vulnerable look that she had ever seen before smirking lightly and tipping the jar just so. Her lips parted and her eyes flickered about the room. Everything had turned to ice.

A pool of apple sweat and cinnamon seeped between her legs and she started when her husband's head dipped and his coarse tongue dove into the sheets just below her dark, fruit-spattered curls. She breathed deeply, watching him grip her knees hard enough to leave a bruise and moving his dark head further toward his goal. Greedily nibbling on an apple slice which had fallen precariously close to her entrance, Rhett sucked in a much-needed bit of air before letting his lips caress the inside of her thigh. The only thought that made it into her mind was how insanely ticklish his mustache made her.

Without warning, he let the tip of his tongue dart toward the bottom of her slit and she jumped. Sliding his fingers up toward her protruding hips, he held her soundly as he danced within her softness and the apples' wetness. Catching a rather large slice between his teeth, he let the substance melt into his mouth while nudging her with the bridge of his nose. She felt as though she would go insane. Her arms that had hung useless at her sides flew outward of their own accord and the next thing she knew was the soft feel of his hair between her fingers. He didn't seem to mind, however, and, upon finishing his small treat, turned his attention to the woman gaping open before him.

As if beckoned by some frantic urge, he swiped the entire length of his tongue along her. He cursed himself lightly when he felt his muscles flex madly at her bucking response. Knowing his attentions were welcome seemed to light a fire within him and he dug into her like a man half-starved. He kissed and he bit…let one hand fall from her hip and touch her intimately while her hands demanded his lips. He obeyed only too readily. Finding her bud of pleasure, he attacked it with no sense of gentility. Rhett had been with too many women to ignore the tense that had suddenly swept upon her.

Scarlett, meanwhile, wondered absently why her jaws refused to work. Her mouth was as feeble and worthless as a fish's, her throat only aiding to humiliate her with treacherous moans and murmurs of need…a need for something so basic and so complex that Scarlett could hardly fathom what it could mean. A tight knot had formed in the very pit of her stomach, and she wished more than anything that Rhett would just do something.

"Rhett…" she rasped lightly, unsure if he could even hear her above the incessant pounding. It may have only been in her ears, but she was absolutely certain that it was audible throughout all of Atlanta. "Rhett…please…please…don't…please…damnit, Rhett, do something!"

Not able to ignore his beloved's pleas, he kissed her soundly but once more, letting his knees propel him forward to rise to her face. He searched her eyes for something as timeless as it was nameless and, unable to fully find it and unwilling to care, he closed the space between his glistening lips and her shaking mouth…between her trickling opening and his burgeoning need.

She screamed…literally screamed…into his roaming mouth. Frank's ghostly memory faded…Wade and Ella seemed years away…the war was gone. All that she knew, all she could feel was Rhett's rhythmic rocking and her own thrusting urgency meeting him dip for dip. The smell of fresh cinnamon and something that both horrified and excited her wafted from his lips and she gingerly bit his bottom lip. He growled into the apex of her shoulder and scraped his teeth along her neck until he reached her ear. She could hear him mumbling without words…could hear the slapping of skin upon skin…could hear the beating of his heart upon her own as readily as she could feel his sweaty chest slip up and down upon her. Some distant part of her brain shouted when his hand grasped her buttocks and heaved a leg to his side, but she ignored it…ignored him…couldn't ignore that final, monumental jerk of his hips.

"Oh my…oh my God! Ahhh…Ah…R-Rhe…RHETT!"

The room burst into lights. Her body shook with a maddening compulsion that drove him to the brink and welcomed him into her bliss. They melded into one being, their voices crying out into the night until the groans became dragging pants and the frenzied motions became the smallest of pushes. Breath entered the silence and nestled itself into the firelight until sleep took reign over the pair of newlyweds.