Post by melindajo2000 on Oct 28, 2011 12:08:42 GMT -6
Vixen
Hint of Scarlett/Ashley and Scarlett/Rhett
Scarlett walked in wearing her ruby red dress, leaving everyone’s mouths open. Everyone stared. No one had ever seen a dress like that before. But if anyone had the nerve to wear it, it was Scarlett O’Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler. Women hated her and men desired her. You could feel the tension in the room as she entered in it. The festivities of Ashley Wilkes’ birthday party stopped as she entered the room and Rhett left her to fend for herself. Scarlett was scared, and she was never scared. Once she saw she was left to fend for herself, she put on her best poker face and eyed the room. The first person she made eye contact with was the man who was the cause of all of this, Ashley himself.
He looked up from blowing out his candles and stared at her. He couldn’t help himself. Scarlett had curves that went on for miles. She was everything a woman should be, and he couldn’t help but couldn’t compare her to Melly. Melly was flat and straight but Scarlett, she was curvy and womanly and she knew it. She flaunted her figure in his face every chance she got. She knew the effect she had on him, and tonight was no exception. The one time their embrace was innocent his sister India had witnessed it and she had spread terrible rumors all over town. If she had known about the kisses he had shared with Scarlett she would have been fit to be tied.
He looked at Scarlett with desire in his eyes. How could he help himself? Scarlett was simply the most breathtaking, beautiful woman he had ever seen. Authors in his beloved books had tried to describe women like her-vixens were the word they had used, but somehow that was not enough. Beauty did not somehow do her justice, for it somehow meant that it only summed up her looks. No, she had a way about her that somehow she both knew and didn’t know at the same time. And as much as he loved Melly-and he did love Melly- he felt trapped for eternity, loving one woman but longing for another.
Sometimes when the nights grew too long he would leave Melly’s arms and seek solace in the spare bedroom and think. Ashley was good at that. Sometimes he wondered what life would have been like if he had made different choices. What if he had never enlisted in the army? What if he had ran away with Scarlett? Would he have been happy? His head told him he did the right thing but what about his heart? Didn’t he have an obligation do follow his heart and his dreams, even if they were at the expense of others? No, that was just foolish thinking. Everyone had a place in society, and he had his. Melly needed him, and he needed her.
And Scarlett was better off with Rhett. Everyone knew how much he loved her, even if she didn’t realize it. Ashley didn’t necessarily think that Scarlett was better off with him, but he was too much of a gentleman to tell her so. He would never want to ruin her chance of happiness. And he knew that Rhett could make her happy, happier than he could. It would be selfish of Ashley to ruin two perfectly good marriages just to satisfy his ego. Perhaps it was better to love her from afar than to never know the pleasure of her company. Just as he was doing at the moment, he would look, but never touch. It was better that way.
The end
Hint of Scarlett/Ashley and Scarlett/Rhett
Scarlett walked in wearing her ruby red dress, leaving everyone’s mouths open. Everyone stared. No one had ever seen a dress like that before. But if anyone had the nerve to wear it, it was Scarlett O’Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler. Women hated her and men desired her. You could feel the tension in the room as she entered in it. The festivities of Ashley Wilkes’ birthday party stopped as she entered the room and Rhett left her to fend for herself. Scarlett was scared, and she was never scared. Once she saw she was left to fend for herself, she put on her best poker face and eyed the room. The first person she made eye contact with was the man who was the cause of all of this, Ashley himself.
He looked up from blowing out his candles and stared at her. He couldn’t help himself. Scarlett had curves that went on for miles. She was everything a woman should be, and he couldn’t help but couldn’t compare her to Melly. Melly was flat and straight but Scarlett, she was curvy and womanly and she knew it. She flaunted her figure in his face every chance she got. She knew the effect she had on him, and tonight was no exception. The one time their embrace was innocent his sister India had witnessed it and she had spread terrible rumors all over town. If she had known about the kisses he had shared with Scarlett she would have been fit to be tied.
He looked at Scarlett with desire in his eyes. How could he help himself? Scarlett was simply the most breathtaking, beautiful woman he had ever seen. Authors in his beloved books had tried to describe women like her-vixens were the word they had used, but somehow that was not enough. Beauty did not somehow do her justice, for it somehow meant that it only summed up her looks. No, she had a way about her that somehow she both knew and didn’t know at the same time. And as much as he loved Melly-and he did love Melly- he felt trapped for eternity, loving one woman but longing for another.
Sometimes when the nights grew too long he would leave Melly’s arms and seek solace in the spare bedroom and think. Ashley was good at that. Sometimes he wondered what life would have been like if he had made different choices. What if he had never enlisted in the army? What if he had ran away with Scarlett? Would he have been happy? His head told him he did the right thing but what about his heart? Didn’t he have an obligation do follow his heart and his dreams, even if they were at the expense of others? No, that was just foolish thinking. Everyone had a place in society, and he had his. Melly needed him, and he needed her.
And Scarlett was better off with Rhett. Everyone knew how much he loved her, even if she didn’t realize it. Ashley didn’t necessarily think that Scarlett was better off with him, but he was too much of a gentleman to tell her so. He would never want to ruin her chance of happiness. And he knew that Rhett could make her happy, happier than he could. It would be selfish of Ashley to ruin two perfectly good marriages just to satisfy his ego. Perhaps it was better to love her from afar than to never know the pleasure of her company. Just as he was doing at the moment, he would look, but never touch. It was better that way.
The end
