I know I've been neglecting this for far too long, but I've had so much going on what with starting college and all, it's taken a while. I feel a bit silly writing a summer story in the middle of a freezing cold winter, but it can't be helped. Please accept this update as an apology and come check out part 2 of my Gone with the Wind story A Love That Cannot Die which is sadly in need of readers and reviewers.

As always, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Much love, Cat.

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He swept her up into his arms, crossing over to the cabinet and pulled out a towel. Setting her on her feet, he set about drying her. She obediently held out her arm at his insistence, shivering when he took her hand in his, threaded his fingers through hers and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

"Rhett you haven't fi-finished. Wh-what are you...?" Scarlett couldn't seem to finish a sentence without stuttering, desperately clutching the towel to her chest and struggling to remember just why it would be so terrible to let him continue as his lips grazed her shoulder, the arch of her neck.

"I thought you didn't want me to dry you," he teased, taking the towel from her loosening grip and resuming his task.

"Th-that was before I knew the al-al," she broke off in a peal of laughter when his lips wandered to a particularly sensitive spot behind her ear. "Alternative."

"Do you find my attentions...objectionable?" he murmured, when she sank against him as his hands began to wander, one grazing the underside of her breast to wrap around her waist and support her limp frame, the other tilting up her jaw to give him greater access to her neck.

"At least...at least take me to bed," she said biting back a moan.

"Of course," he conceded, easily lifting her again and laying her on the mattress. He lay beside her and took her into his arms. "Would you like to tell me what your book was about?"

"Rhett?"

"Hmn?" She was walking her fingers up his chest and undoing the buttons of his shirt so he was finding it somewhat difficult to concentrate.

"Stop talking."

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I know I said M. The story didn't really feel like it needed it. I will of course be happy to hear what you have to say. I hope you enjoyed it as a snippet.