Hatter And His Fox

Author: Miro & I fell madly in love with Hatter when we found Alice in

a redbox when we went on our Alice & Wonderland spree. So what did we

do, start writing fanfics. I own Fox & Crone. And no, Alice is not in these.

It was hard not to be disgusted by people these days. The way they bartered over bottled emotions. Those were Wonderland's drugs: extremely expensive and equally addicting. "Hello, Hatter." a voice purred. The brunette turned to look at the woman who stood beside him. She was very attractive with short, spikey dark red hair, bright green eyes and very pale skin. He slid his arm around her waist and allowed his hand to rest just above her hip.

"You look lovely, Fox." he said. And she did, dressed in a long emerald green dress with a slit that went up to her thigh and green heels.

"Thank you." she said. She cast a glance around the room full of people bantering and arguing.

"Any business?" Fox asked.

"No." he admited softly.

"Shall we?" she suggested. Hatter rose to his feet, went to Dormie, shook him awake and whispered something in his ear. The mousy man nodded, muttered something to his assistant who went over to Hatter's little corner and began to move his things.

"Let's go." he said, slidding his arm around Fox's waist again.

"You're quiet." Fox observed as they exited the building.

"I'll tell you when we get back." Hatter muttered, glaring at one of the Scarab's as it floated through the air. Back meant what little safety they had anymore. Back was their hideaway in the hellish place that was Wonderland. It was the only place they had any privacy, a place to hide, to get their mind off the bad days and lose themselves in each other's company. They walked in silence for ten to twenty minutes before they came to a small door that no one ever found unless they looked very hard for it. Fox knocked out a complicated code before the door opened to admit them. An older woman eyed them before letting them inside. Hatter reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch. "Here, Crone. It's not much, but it's all I could get." he admited, handing it to her. The old woman took the pouch and patted it silently.

Fox smiled and said, "Get some sleep, Crone. We'll be up for a while."

Hatter collasped on the couch as Fox dug out a change of clothes. "There's a little bit of food on the table." she said, tossing her shoes into a corner.

"Not hungry." he lied. She stepped out of the dress and messed up her hair.

"I heard your stomach growl several times on the way back, Hatter. Go eat." she told him. He stretched out as she slid a shirt and pants on.

"You should wear a dress more often." the man commented.

"Really?" she asked.

He nodded and said, "You looked nice in that one you had on."

"Oh yeah?" Fox smirked.

"Yeah." he agreed pulling her down onto the couch.

Her fingertips ghosted his cheek and she whispered, "You need to shave."

"Later." he agreed as just before he kissed her. His stomach growled and he groaned softly.

"Food." she told him. Hatter smirked and nipped her shoulder. "I'm not edible." she laughed.

"I beg to differ." he said, rolling over so she was underneath him. "I've missed you." he whispered.

"You know I have to go away for odd amounts of time on end to find out what the Suits are up to." she reminded him.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it." he agreed, pulling off his jacket.

"Every time you leave, I'm afraid I'm not going to see you again." he whispered.

She put her hand to his face and said, "I'm not gonna leave you alone." He shut his dark eyes and kissed her palm. She smiled and whispered, "Make love to me, Hatter. So that maybe we can both forget the place Wonderland has become." Slowly he turned his gaze to her.

"It will only be for a little while, love." he reminded her quietly.

"Isn't that enough?" she asked.

"I suppose it will have to be." he whispered as he kissed her.

Her fingertips ghosted over the collar of his wild print shirt as she slid her arms around his neck. Slowly he trailed his fingers down her throat, across her collar bone, between her breasts and finally to the hem of her shirt. On a few rare occassions when Fox had been gone for long enough that their seperation became unbearable Hatter had taken lovers. Despite whatever he allowed them to believe, he hadn't really cared for them because his heart had truely belonged to Fox. His moments with his few lovers had always been quick and he had always left them shortly afterwards. However with Fox he was gentle, slow and never left afterwards unless he absolutely had to. She purred below him as his calloused fingers brushed her stomach and side. He dipped his head to nip her throat. "Oh, Hatter." she whispered. Hatter cocked his head. Her emerald eyes were already glazed with passion; she needed him as much as he needed her.

His shirt came off and his bullet-proof armor with it. A small shiver raced down Fox's spine as she saw a few half healed cuts: one on his chest and a couple on his arms. "What happened?" she asked.

"Nothing to worry about. I've had much worse." he told her. She sat up and kissed the cut halfway up his rib cage. His growled softly and he felt his pants tighten.

"Still sensative." she smiled.

"Yes." he admited. Slowly she slid off her shirt and layed back down. He chuckled before he began to: kiss, palm and lick her breasts. She groaned, arching her hips up againest his. He unzipped her pants and slid them down her legs. His burgandy trousers landed on the floor next. Gently he traced the scar that ran from just above her hip to the inside of her thigh. Tears flooded his eyes as he stared at it. It was his first memory of her: battered, bloodied and unable to walk from the wound. He had carried her to the resistance where they had stitched her up and done their best to care for her. She would never be able to have children.

Fox dragged her hand down his abdomen to the bulge in his boxers to get his attention. He hissed and looked down at her.

"Forget." she whispered. Hatter nodded as she wiggled out of her panties. His boxers found their way to the floor as he touched her. Her dark red patch of hair was amazingly soft and wet under his hand. "Take me, love." she told him. He slowly entered her, burying himself to the hilt. They gasped in unison: him at how wet and hot she was and she at how well he filled her. Gently he thrust into her with long, deep strokes. He wasn't worried about hurting her by any means, but he did want to make sure she got as much pleasure from it as he could give her. Fox smiled and tightened her body around his shaft. He groaned as she did and thrust into her faster. Pressure built easily in their bodies since he knew exactly where to hit inside of her and he wasn't hard to please. He shivered as he felt his orgasm nearing.

"Fox?" he whimpered.

"Just a bit more, love." she gasped. A few long, deep strokes later her body clamped around his and she dug her nails into his shoulders. He shuddered as stars exploded in his vision. After a moment he slowly collasped on top of her.

As soon as they recovered, they cleaned up and redressed. Hatter ate a little as Fox washed off her makeup.

"Ready to go to bed?" he asked.

"Yeah." she said. He collasped on the couch and she lay down on top of him.

He kissed her hair and whispered, "I do love you, Fox. More than I can ever say."

She smiled, already half asleep but still alert enough to mutter, "Love you too, Hatter. So don't forget it."