Rhett never took his eyes off of her. Her back, covered in that gorgeous silk dress, the raven hair shining in the dim lighting, so dark - almost blue. The sway of her hips as she moved, the curve of her shoulder as she glimpsed backwards, the bright smile – meant for him, him only. He sped up, enjoying this game of hers.
Scarlett gave him one last quick look and picked up her skirts as she ran down the stairs.
Finally she made it to the garden. Warm humid wind hit her face. The air was thick with summer night smells. Roses and freshly mowed grass and rain…it had just rained.
Trying desperately not to stumble, she removed her shoes and picked them up as fast as she could. Before she could take another step, she found herself between a pair of strong arms, her back pressed tightly against his chest.
"Got you!"
Letting out a loud squeal, she tried to wriggle herself free. Pinning her arms easily between their bodies with his left arm, Rhett ran his right arm up and down her side slowly. Scarlett let out another, a bit louder squeal.
"Oh no! Don't you dare!"
Rhett started chuckling. "I can do whatever I want to you!"
"No, no, please don…" her sentence was cut off as she started laughing. Rhett had found her sensitive spot on her stomach and was tickling her like there was no tomorrow. Her light green shoes dropped into the wet grass, arms flew free and tried desperately to stop his assault, failing miserably. Tears started rolling down her face as she was half crying, half laughing.
"You, you, what were you going to do to that poor little Pierre?" Rhett demanded in a serious voice, using inhuman strength to control the laughter building up in his chest.
His movements stilled for a moment. Scarlett threw in a sharp breath and stopped struggling.
"Offer him – " she couldn't finish her sentence, his hand continued its previous action.
"Wrong answer!" Rhett stopped tickling and picked her up into his arms.
Scarlett tried desperately to speak between the fits of laughter.
"Alright, I, I...I didn't mean it." She glanced up into his face, her eyes meeting a serious determined look. He had something planned for her. Scarlett couldn't decide whether she should be excited or worried.
"Miss, you've got yourself into trouble."
"Rhett, put me down…my shoes..." Scarlett glanced over his shoulder longingly, suddenly remembering her favourite pair of shoes in the growing distance.
"This shall be a lesson to you. Didn't your mother teach you to respect other's belongings?"
Scarlett hit him playfully on the shoulder.
"Put me down this instant! Those shoes cost a lot, and getting a new pair will cost you even more…"
Rhett's body shook with laughter.
"I want to try something right now."
"What?"
"I'll get you two pairs of those shoes, one green pair and the other that dark shade of lavender, was it?"
Scarlett nodded her head slowly, eyeing him carefully.
"And?"
The corner of his mouth rose with mischief.
"And you'll kindly return my cigarette pack and let me try something."
She arched her left eyebrow. Perfection, thought Rhett. He could hardly control his desire for her. This was the Scarlett he had always secretly hoped to meet.
"Try what? I wont buy a pig in a bag Rhett, you should know that much." She used her best business tone, playing along his game.
Putting her slowly down back on her feet, he gave her his famous Cheshire cat's grin.
As if not hearing her words, he put his arms around her waist and whispered in a low tone "let me show you".
Before Scarlett could protest, his mouth claimed hers. His tongue possessed her mouth, exploring and probing, caressing her teeth, mingling with hers in a heated pace. Her mind blurred, she forgot all about her shoes and the fact that they were in the hotel's backyard, visible practically for anyone who happened to glance out of their window. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as if they had a mind of their own, pulling him down closer so she could explore his mouth in return.
Rhett's hand travelled up to her neck, touching lightly, sending shivers down her back.
Scarlett broke the kiss, throwing in a deep breath.
"Rhett, not here…"
"Shh."
He grabbed her hand and started pulling her after him deeper into the park where the old massive oaks stood, looking grand and mysterious against the dark blue night sky.
Scarlett tiptoed lightly after him, the wet grass caressing her bare feet. Her heart beat rapidly, excitement and desire running through her veins. This situation was new to her, so many controversial thoughts were running trough her head. Should she be afraid of being caught? Should she feel embarrassed, angry and used? What would her mother say? Should she forget everything and surrender to the thrill he was offering her? She felt like she was stealing candy from her Pas cabinet!
Rhett guided her behind one of the old trees, pushed her against it so that her back was pressed against it. Scarlett could feel the rough texture of the oak through the thin fabric of her silk dress.
No, Mother would be very disappointed with her…
"Wait-"
And again his mouth was on hers before she could finish her sentence.
"You smell so good." Rhett whispered into her ear.
Scarlett sighed.
"I'm not sure this is right Rhett."
Rhett took her hands into his and looked at her. His gaze was dark and intense.
"Scarlett, look me in the eye and tell me that what you are feeling right now, what you have felt all this evening, is wrong. Tell me that there's something wrong with loving your husband."
Scarlett froze. She couldn't think of anything to say… was he right?
"Free your mind for once and you wont feel ashamed. Let me show you…"
Not waiting for an answer, Rhett closed his mouth over hers. Scarlett hesitated only for a moment, unable to resist him.
She wouldn't think about this right now. All that mattered were his hands around her, his smell surrounding her, the pleasant sensation of the cold wet grass under her feet, the thundering of their hearts and … his warmth. God, he was so warm.
It was a haze she was surrounded with, his hands tearing frantically at her clothing, trying desperately to make contact with her bare skin, wet trails of kisses on her burning skin, words murmured against her flesh in a low thick voice.
And then he touched her, his fingers filling her up. Feeling, caressing. Pushing, circling.
"I want to make you cry, let me in."
Scarlett grabbed his arm, digging her nails into his flesh.
"No."
"Yes."
What was this? She wanted him to stop and the same it seemed like the worst thing that could ever happen to her.
"Please…"
Rhett stopped and turned her head so he could see her face. She looked confused … and glowing. He gave her a sincere, happy smile.
Scarlett was pulled out of her daze. She studied his face carefully, she had never really noticed until now how hansom he actually was…
Her mouth opened into a little "o" that soon turned into a wide grin.