Ahh, it's been a long time, but (unfortunately) I'm still at work! Here I introduce you this kind of "Not The Last One", "Suffering", "Golden Band", "Feverish Mood", etc. sequel, which will be based on ATtLG 2016. Yes the title sounds original compared to my first Fic's, but I assure it will be a lot better of "Not The Last One", which I think I'll re-write.
The first chapter takes place the day before the Hatter finds his first hat. I'll be very happy if you'll spend 30 seconds on a review :)).
Here I only own little Thomas.
-We Are Not The Only Ones-
Fanfiction by TitaHightopp05
Based on James Bobin's "Alice Through the Looking Glass" (2016)
Chapter 1 – Rainstorm
It was a difficult thing for him to do, sleeping during a violent rainstorm. He could have stood there, watching the raindrops being moved here and there by the wind and listening to their crashing on the roof and against the window's glass, all night long. Suddenly everything lighted up as a lightning broke through the sky followed seconds later by a muffled thunder: he chuckled in excitement.
"Tarrant? What are you doing awake?" Alice muttered sleepy, stretching beneath the blanket.
"Can't sleep" he said grinning and barely turning around to face her.
"Oh, right" she turned on her side so he faced her back "I forgot you love storms more than laying in bed with your wife" she pretended to fall back asleep, instead she listened carefully to his movements. She felt the blanket being moved and the mattress arch under his weight with every movement he did to come closer, then the part of the blanket covering her back was gone and she inspired sharply as the cool air hit her warm body.
Tarrant leaned in and started to slowly unbutton the back buttons of her nightgown, stopping at each to kiss the just exposed soft skin and muttered against her: "You know that's not true…"
Alice moaned in bliss: "Please, keep going…"
He obeyed and kissed all the way down her spine, his expert lips leaving a delightfully burning path along her back, she gasped and shot her eyes open when she felt his tongue trace its way up again: "Did yeh like et, Ahlice?"
"Very much" she sighed.
He slid a hand under her opened garment and bared her shoulder, covering it with hot passionate kisses and bites earning loving moans: "Say yehr serry"
"For what?" she turned a little against him. The Hatter shook his head and locked their legs together doing the same with her hands and one of his, so she could not move when with his free one he started to tickle her hard enough to make her gasp for air: "S-stop! Please! Tarrant, I can't breathe!" she laughed "Alright! Alright! I'll a-apologize!". He gave her a pause and she inspired a great amount of air: "I, Alice Hightopp, am sorry for doubting my husband's faith to me".
"That's bette'" he released his grip on her, and Alice turned to kiss his lips, she slipped her tongue against his and he groaned deeply. In that moment she knew she had distracted him: she swung a leg over his hip and pushed with all her might to finally have him, much to Tarrant's surprise and pleasure, laying under herself as she sat on his lap, the top of her nightgown slid off just far enough for... . Chuckling he pulled her a little forward by placing his hands behind her knees: "Oh, news o' the night: Ahlice Hightopp jealous o' ah rainstorm!"
He saw Alice thoughtful: she had noticed his desire. She rocked her hips onwards and backwards in a fluid and slow enough movement for his breath to itch and for his head to fall backwards as a low groan came out from his throat again.
She giggled mischievously: "Have I discovered a way to shut you up?"
"An' ah pleasant way teh!"
She smirked: "Would you like me to keep going?"
"Aye"
She lifted from his lap and stood on her palms and knees above him: "Then say you're sorry"
He traced all his way up her arms with his hands and sighed when he reached her shoulders: "Ah, Tarran' Hightopp, ahm serry fehr thinkin' poor o' mah wife's faith the meh. Now tha' we're even…", with that he pulled her down to kiss her so heatedly she gasped, while a very loud thunder outside made the glasses shake. They didn't care that much, too lost in each other's embrace, which however was soon broken by a terrified cry.
"MAAMAA!"
Alice gasped, without a word she sneaked from underneath her husband and once on her feet she pulled her nightgown up trying to ensure as much buttons as possible while running into the room that was just next to theirs, where her 2 years old son was standing holding the bars of the crib that kept him from falling with a hand while the other was extended through them towards his mother, large hot tears dripping off his puffy cheeks.
"Thomas, darling" said Alice picking him up; the child wrapped his arms around her neck for dear life and she held him close leaning her head against his: "That thunder scared you, didn't it?"
He gave a weak nod and slumped back in his desperate sobs.
Alice held him tighter and shifted her mouth closer to his hear, whispering: "Hush now, it's alright, nothing happened: it was just a great crash, we're safe. Let's go to daddy now, shall we?"
Right then Tarrant ran into the room: he had dressed up again, still his nightshirt was buttoned wrong for he had missed a button somewhere: "What happened?"
Alice rocked the child gently: "Seems we are a little afraid of the storm here"
"Oh, is that all?" the Hatter chuckled scratching Thomas' hair with a hand: "There's nothing to be afraid of my dear child! Come, let me show you" he waved Alice to follow him back in their bedroom, where he pulled the curtains of the biggest window open to show his son the heavy rain. As she came closer he encircled his wife with an arm and pulled her to him; Thomas watched the storm in both fear and wonder. Another lightning and he buried his face in Alice's shoulder: before the crash could come she protectively covered his ears. When the sound subsisted Tarrant tapped his shoulder to get his attention: "I find it rather funny watching rainstorms, you know? It's just a silly fight taking place!"
"Fight?" Tommy whimpered.
"Yes, fight: Sun against the Rainclouds! " he pointed the bed "Everyone under the blankets, it's Story Time!"
"Yippee!" the child yelled nearly falling from his mother's grip.
Once they were ready, the Hatter stood before them near the bed and assumed a serious and solemn tone: "Before night and rain came in Underland, the Sun shown upon everything, all by himself: it was eternally morning and people worked all day, they didn't even take a break to have tea!" he slapped a hand to his forehead, eyes wide in disgust making Alice and Thomas laugh (he seemed to have forgotten the storm). "However, after a long time they all, started to feel very tired, but no one could sleep, for the Sun shown much too brightly. One day a huge silver sphere raised from the horizon, she wore a very long and very large dark and shiny cape-"
"Was that the Moon along with the night?" Alice asked.
"Mummy sshh!" Thomas brought a finger to his lips asking Alice to keep silent, then giggled.
"Mum was right, Tommy: the Moon said that she brought sleep, dreams, silence and dark in her mantle and that Sun could go to rest as well as people could when she was in the sky; she would have occupied it for half of the entire day, the other half she would have left space to the Sun. This exchange went on for many months, during the which the Sun fell in love with the Moon: during the day he would look at the sleeping celestial body, during the night he would sometimes spy her from behind the mountain; but sleep wasn't enough for people: soon the harvest became dry for lack of water and they had nothing neither to eat nor to drink, so guess who came to save them and brought least the tea back?"
"Wain!" Tommy yelled.
"Close, boy, but not right. Before the rain came the rain clouds"
"Can you say it, Thomas? Clouds?" Alice asked, the child stared at her and she smiled at the yellow sparks in his eyes, "Clouds?"
"Clows" he muttered.
Alice kissed his head: "Good lad!"
Tarrant continued his story: "Yes! Clows! Or, whatever… any way, wait, would you imagine Tea Clouds? That would be heaven! Thackery and Mally would stay out during the entire storm! I don't know what I would do if a Tea Storm came, maybe I would put out of the house a giant cup for the tea to pour in, or-"
"Hatter!"
"Stowy!"
"Ah, sorry…I'm fine… anyway: the Clouds came on a cold night: the Moon welcomed them because they kept her warm, but the Sun didn't! They covered her all night long and he could not see her, during the day he couldn't also see her for they were covering his vision and once he got so furious that he could have seemed even madder than me! He made yells that were much similar to roars and crashes sending flashes of light through them and they did nothing more than try to fight tears back, they eventually let them go and a wonderful lot of rain fell on the earth".
"Daww, poor clouds…" crooned Alice.
"Poow" repeated Thomas, then he yawned.
Tarrant crossed his arms: "I swear, if you two interrupt once more you'll get no tea tomorrow!"
"Sorry, Tarrant"
"Well, they cried so much" he waved his arms to form a large invisible circle around him "that lakes and seas returned to be as filled as they were before, and the dirt of the fields wasn't dry and sterile as it was before: people could now grow plants for them and their animals. The Moon calmed them down, the Clouds learned not to be so invasive, but sometimes they were so many that the Sun couldn't help to get angry about not being able to see his beloved, but most of the times everything ended up well, and they lived happily ever after. The. End!" Tarrant ended his story with a proud smirk.
"It worked…" Alice whispered and looked down at the little Thomas who was peacefully sleeping against her stomach. While she pressed him against her chest to slip further under the blankets she asked: "What about the wind? Where does it come from?"
His smile turned sad as he climbed under the sheets too, he sat on the bed, his gaze traveled far away: "Thus are teh uns who are neht wit' us anymore… whispering thin'… help yeh. Push teh clouds away" his vision blurred.
Alice leaned forward and took one of his hands in hers and smiled sadly at his deep blue eyes. He sighed, then laid down facing the ceiling a tear slid down his cheek in the process and she caught it with the back of her index. Thomas choose that moment to stir and turn to face his father.
"Aww- just come here you two!" he turned and enveloped mother and son in his arms "Mm.. m-my family…" he muttered.
"Also starts with letter M?" she asked playfully.
"Now, Alice, don't be silly: 'my' and 'mine' start with M; but family is an F word, like faith, fool, foal, feel, fever, figure, fan,-"
"Hatter!"
"… I'm fine…" after a moment his eyebrows lifted and he chuckled: "Fine!". She laughed, his eyes got lost in her beauty: "Fair too…"
"And Fairfarren-" she yawned "Goodnight, love". She closed her eyes to drift off: last thing she felt were his warm lips on her knuckles and his voice repeating 'Fairfarren, my love', while the violent storm was being gently pushed away by the wind.
The Hatter marveled down at his wife and son a little more, until a great hint of wind echoed against the window's glass making it shudder slightly: he smiled. Before joining Alice into the Palace of Dreams he shifted Thomas' curls from his forehead to place a kiss there. How he loved rainstorms!