Eight Days a Week, Chapter One
A/N: This is a work of fan fiction and is not intended for profit. All characters unless otherwise noted as OC are owned by SyFy, the estate of Lewis Carroll and/or other corporate entities. That goes for brand names and such, too. This fic also contains adult themes so if that's squicky to you or illegal for you to read, please move along smartly now. Thanks. OH! And this is from a prompt posted Gigglingkat in the new_wonderland community on LJ!
Monday
Monday was an accident: sky blue satin and white lace ruffles across the backside, dark blue cursive on the front declaring the day, decorated with little stars and moons. Hatter didn't realize they were mixed in with his laundry until he returned to the apartment he was subletting from a former Suit who missed Wonderland and had returned home posthaste, as soon as he heard that the Queen was dethroned and Jack had declared amnesty for former residents. Putting away his stack of trousers, he had found the panties hanging out of one sleeve, incongruously feminine against the boldly colored corduroy. He almost tossed it to one side before realizing just what he held, catching it at the last moment on his fingertips and bringing it back into his palm. Alice's underpants, he thought with a distinct mental thud of thoughts grinding to a halt and blood racing doubletime through his veins. He had never seen these before, the pastel and frothy bit of lingerie with Monday emblazoned on them. Alice's underthings, as far as he knew, tended towards the cotton variety, solid colors and soft fabrics. The occasional thong she swore was for use with sheer dresses and tight jeans, but other than that they were something she called "boy shorts" and "briefs." Hatter had been mildly interested in the styles of women's underthings here in Alice's world, but not so interested as to pause during their removal to ask for more information and education on the matter. Now, he held a bit of confection in his hand, something that had been against Alice's bare skin, something he had never seen her wear before. Did she get them to wear for me? Or were they for Jack? The latter notion made him want to throw the damned things into the fireplace and laugh as they burned, but the idea that maybe, just maybe, she had bought them with an eye towards showing them off in front of him… He imagined her long, muscular legs—the curve of hip and thigh, the slight swell of her toned belly, the thrust of her breasts, the only thing covering her most intimate spot the scrap of blue fabric in his hand… Hatter released a shuddering breath and closed his eyes, sinking down on the floor. He didn't know why Alice affected him so deeply but he had a good idea. The mere thought of her naked, close, waiting…. The blood moved southward and elicited a very basic response, sending Hatter's fingers scuttling for his fly. The silky fabric, wadded in his right palm, was burning, he thought. It felt as if Alice had just removed them, as if her body were somehow imprinted upon them and he could feel traces of her heat, her need and want. His mind skipped ahead blithely, images of Alice with her eyes closed, lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps as she arched against him.
He heard himself grunt, groan inarticulately but didn't care how loud he was being, paper-thin walls be damned. His fingers wrapped around his length, the silky fabric sliding against his heated skin, making him whimper at the thought of Alice wrapped around him, panting his name… Stroking faster, unable to be patient, he slid further down the wall, legs splayed out before him as he worked his flesh, the tight feeling low in his belly spreading downward, need and want exploding in golden sparks in his chest, in his limbs. He was breathing fast now, his body jerking convulsively as he pleasured himself, shaking and groaning with each stroke. His release was sudden, surprising him, spilling on his fingers, staining the satin of the Monday panties. Blood rushing in his ears, he didn't hear the first knock on the door, nor the second. He drew his legs up, slowly rising to his feet, setting himself to rights as he tried to decide what to do with the underthings, wadded up and sticky in his hand.
"Hatter!"
Reality flooded back, dousing him like an ice storm with shock and embarrassment. He shoved the panties into his trouser pocket and lurched for the front door before Alice could get out her key. "Just a mo'!" He sounded, he knew, shaky and breathless. Maybe, he thought, she'd believe he had taken up jogging or whatever the bloody hell those Oysters in the park did, kitted up in ridiculous skin-tight clothes that made them look like some pervy dancers or something. "Coming!" Wincing at the inadvertent pun, he managed to open the door and zip his trousers at the same time.
"You look red," Alice pronounced, pushing past him and into the apartment. "Are you ready to go?"
"Uh, um, yes. Ready as I'll ever be." The panties pressed damply against his hip, through his pocket. "Just…need some water." He smiled. "Would you like some tea then?"
Alice's brows arched delicately. "You? Drinking water? Are you sure that you're not ill?" She reached to feel his forehead, only to have him stop her with a swat of his fingers against her wrist. "Hatter…"
"I'm fine. I promise. I just…got winded trying to put up laundry before you got here." He smiled and leaned in close, his heart still pounding. "Let's go then, shall we?"
"What about your water?"
"I'll get some at the theatre."
A/N Next chapter is "Tuesday!"