After the night Scarlett confessed her love, Rhett distanced himself. He had married her to keep her as a pet, not to fall in love. That night, Rhett sat in his chair by the bed, watching Scarlett. She had been hallucinating, unable to keep her fever under 100. Dr. Meade told Rhett that the baby was gone, and Scarlett's body was fighting off infection; fighting to stay alive.

Did she really mean it? Or had she said it because she thought she was dying?

"Rhett," Scarlett mewled. Rhett's heart twinged, and he cursed himself. This woman would be the death of him.

Scarlett rolled over, muttering in her sleep.

A month passed since Scarlett fell. She recovered quickly, much to Rhett's relief. He decided that he wasn't going to love Scarlett, at least not yet.

One day, Scarlett was sitting on the porch, with her shawl tossed to the side, much to Mammy's dismay.

"Ai spent all that time rubbin' youh down wif buttermilk, and now youh won't wear your shawl," Mammy grumbled. "Miz Ellen is rollin' in her grave!"

Scarlett ignored Mammy; the sun felt wonderful on her skin. She knew her mother would roll in her grave, knowing an O'Hara was purposefully sunbathing. She didn't care though. She had felt half dead for ages, and the sun warmed her.

An hour or so passed when Rhett came to join.

"Lovely day, isn't it, Mrs. Butler?"

She smiled at him. "It is, Mr. Butler."

Rhett threw a hand over his chest, faking surprise. "No sly comment from you, Scarlett? Are you sure you're feeling well?"

Scarlett narrowed her eyes at her husband, and she immediately felt angry and stupid for admitting her feelings to Rhett. Deep down inside, she knew Rhett didn't love her. He had told her several times...

"Oh, hush, Rhett." She couldn't even force herself to be mean toward him. She had very little energy, and she wouldn't spend it fighting.

Her lack of life alarmed Rhett. Usually a crack like that would have sent Scarlett into a fit. He was at her side instantly, holding her chin in his hands. His eyes pleaded with Scarlett.

"Baby, tell me what's wrong," he whispered.

"Nothing. I'm just a fool," she hissed.

This earned a laugh.

"Don't laugh at me, Rhett. I confessed my love and then you refused me. I've learned my lesson." She jerked her head out of his hands and went to stand. She was still uneasy on her legs, but she managed to pull herself up. "I want to be left alone."

She went to walk away from him, but he pulled her close. He tilted her head up. "Did you mean it, Scarlett? You weren't saying that because you were hallucinating?" He pulled her tighter, making it hard for her to breathe. He needed to know. "Answer me, Scarlett!"

She didn't like how tight he was holding her. Her rib ached.

"Yes, you fool, I love you!" She beat her fists to his chest. "But it's obvious you don't love me! Let me go!"

Rhett was relieved, and kissed Scarlett deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back.

"I love you too, my pet."

Ever since Ashley's birthday, Scarlett had been more receptive to Rhett in the bedroom. Scarlett's first two husbands had been rough and inexperienced, and had left a bitter taste in Scarlett's mouth when it came to love making.

Rhett had always been gentle and kind to Scarlett in the bedroom; one could not accuse Rhett of being less than a perfect gentleman. Scarlett had always viewed lovemaking as a wifely duty, but she recently felt she needed Rhett, more so than needing to please Rhett.

Something changed in Scarlett's behavior. She openly admitted to wanting Rhett to make love to her. She didn't tell Rhett out of boredom; she actually ached for his touch.

One night, Scarlett was in bed, laying in Rhett's arms. She felt that familiar warmth in her stomach, and began kissing Rhett's neck, full well knowing that it turned him into a monster. He groaned, and then chuckled.

"You are insatiable, Mrs. Butler."

Scarlett moved so she was mostly on top. "Rhett, I love you. And I love being with you."

Rhett moved Scarlett so that he was laying on top, and began kissing her wildly. Their relationship had changed dramatically, and he was happy.

"Scarlett- Scarlett, I'm going to do something I haven't done to you," Rhett half-asked, half-stated.

Scarlett's heart quickened, and she held her breath. She nodded.

Rhett's hand traveled down to her inner thighs, and he slipped a finger in between those lips, slowly, tantalizing Scarlett. Rhett had never touched Scarlett below her naval. This sensation was new, and, oh, so exhilarating. Rhett slipped one finger into Scarlett, his thumb on her clit. He circled his thumb around, causing Scarlett to mewl quietly. Rhett slipped another finger into Scarlett, and began a slow rhythm.

Rhett longed to make Scarlett moan for him, the way many women had before. He was experienced, and he wanted to show Scarlett another part of the bedroom.

Scarlett's mind raced. This felt completely different than anything else Rhett had ever done to her. Rhett's bedroom kisses were always short and chaste, his fingers never straying below her stomach. He had never touched his lips to anything besides her neck and lips. He was always formal with her, but now he looked as nervous as she felt. The slow rhythm of Rhett's fingers was a completely different sensation than she had ever felt, and something was building slowly inside of her. Her insides tightened.

Rhett noticed her walls tightening, and pulled his hand away. Scarlett gasped at the sudden emptiness she felt. Rhett subtly smelled his fingers. Good God, she smells amazing! It was then he decided that he wanted to taste her. With no warning, his lips were on her clit. Scarlett moaned loudly, and Rhett's libido roared. He began licking everywhere. He sucked on her clit, occasionally flicking his tongue. Scarlett's hands clung to the sheets, and she writhed under his tongue. His fingers found her again, and he started another rhythm, faster this time. Scarlett's moans became more frequent. She took a pillow and placed it over her face, although it did little to stifle the sound. Scarlett's walls tightened once more, and Rhett's fingers and tongue moved at twice the pace at which he started.

Scarlett's hand found Rhett's hair, and she tugged on his head, trying to move his head. She was afraid of what was building up in her. She had felt remnants of this sensation before with Rhett-. Lovemaking with Rhett always felt wonderful-She had never given into this feeling, and she wasn't about to. Rhett's lips tightened around Scarlett's clit, refusing to stop now. When Scarlett looked at him from here on out, he wanted Scarlett to remember his lips here. Scarlett's moans grew louder, and suddenly, she felt release. Scarlett came, and. Rhett loved the taste of his wife.

Scarlett stopped writhing, and all thoughts left her mind. She was unaware of her surroundings. After a minute, her breathing returned to normal, and Rhett came into focus. She smiled sheepishly, and Rhett kissed her lips. There was an unfamiliar taste to his lips, and Scarlett realized with horror, that that taste was her! She flushed.

Rhett kissed her again and again. Scarlett discovered she liked how she tasted, too. Rhett kissed down her bosom again. Another wave of heat traveled down her body. How on Earth could I possibly have more energy after that? she wondered. But she did. With every kiss, she became more turned on.

Rhett pulled back. "Scarlett, if I asked you to try something, would you?"

Scarlett looked up at him.

"Do you trust me, Scarlett?"

Scarlett nodded.

"Sit up."

Scarlett sat up obediently. Rhett sat on his knees in front of Scarlett, and pulled down his trousers and undergarments. Scarlett flushed when she saw his manhood in her face.

"Don't be ashamed, Scarlett."

Scarlett looked up at her husband, searching his face wildly. What on Earth was he thinking?

"Scarlett, I want you to put me in your mouth. Here," he said, taking one of her hands, and placing it on his base. "Grab it tightly Scarlett, and put it in your mouth."

His voice was low and gravely. It turned her on, and she did as he asked. Her small mouth was easily overtaken by his length, but she was eager. She noticed that if she flicked her tongue around the crevice that was on the top, Rhett shuddered. She liked doing this, but after the third time, Rhett tugged at her hair.

"Not so much, darling. It hurts, too."

Scarlett stopped. How unwomanly of her to be doing such things to her husband! She didn't care, though. She loved how Rhett looked when her lips were around him. His eyes rolled back, and Scarlett could tell she was doing a good job.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he pulled out of her mouth, and pushed her on the bed. He kissed her lips, down her jaw, and down her neck. His mouth lingered on her collarbone, as he entered her. She was still wet and tight from her earlier orgasm.

She writhed under him once again. They were both sweating, moaning for each other, and exploring one another's bodies. Scarlett's hands were on Rhett's shoulders, feeling his rippling muscles as he held himself up. She loved how his arms moved and she loved how safe she always felt. When they were making love, nothing could get in their bubble.

She looked up at Rhett, and kissed him.

Rhett smiled back down, and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

It had taken two years, but here they had found bliss.

Scarlett cried out, for she could feel something building up in her again. Rhett wanted to make her come again, so he began to thrust quickly. Scarlett began tightening up again, and came violently around her husband. She laid there, panting and her digging nails were released from Rhett's shoulders. His pace slowed, but he wanted to finish, too. Scarlett was still on cloud nine, so he began to thrust again. Rhett loved the look of confusion and pleasure on Scarlett's face. He buried his face in her neck once more, and finished quietly.

He rolled to his side, and pulled Scarlett close.

"I love you, Mrs. Butler."

A/N

Y'all, I am so sorry. First of all, I'm sorry for the shitty sex scene. I've never written one before.. So here you go. Secondly, I am sorry for the, what, six month wait in between updates? You are all so patient. I feel like I've done what I came here to do. Rhett and Scarlett are happily married, and have a healthy sex life. Only five chapters, I know. Sorry. From here on out, this fanfic will be all one shots, as I feel the urge to write. Thank you all for staying faithful to me! Xoxo

-Red