A/N: I swear to God I meant to write a real chapter. I did. But then this happened and well…I'm not even sorry. Porn is more fun to write anyway. Oh, and this is AU as fuck obviously. Also unbetaed.

Inexperience

Celírion does not quite know how to behave around her initially. Sex, after all, is something entirely new to him and he does not yet have the same easy familiarity as she does with the subject. Alice doesn't seem to mind though and she takes to her role as teacher in stride.

"Touch here," she would say, moving her fingers over his own to guide them towards that dark shadowy place between her legs and his blood would pulse heavily beneath his skin as he did his utmost to comply. The payoff had been a sound that had made his heart throb…as well as other places.

He quickly discovers that Alice is as unashamedly brazen in bed as she is outside of it. Just the act of unclothing himself in her presence leaves him flustered and foolish whereas Alice seems to revel in the shedding of layers as if it were a game. A game which only serves to drive him mad.

And yet, as he has learned, she is not entirely impervious to self-consciousness either.

"Do they bother you?" She had asked one morning as he had traced his fingers along the silvery striped flesh of her abdomen.

"Why would they?"

Celírion had never once seen Alice as insecure as she had in that moment. "Some men find them…ugly."

He is appalled to think that any man would turn up his nose at such a beautiful creature solely because she bore the scars of fertility.

"Those men are fools," He had declared instead as he pulled her to him eagerly, intent upon showing her just how different he was from those men. "And besides…" Celírion added wryly, "I am no man."

Alice laughed.

It doesn't take long for him to discover what makes her writhe. She has, after all, never been afraid of asking for what she wants. Still, he takes it upon himself to uncover the things she hasn't told him of, like the way her breathing falters when he brushes his fingers along her spine, or how slick she grows when he whispers in her ear. There is one thing in particular though, that she seems to like especially well. She tells him about it one night as they lay wrapped around one another.

"It's like kissing…but…not really." She had tried to explain, her face uncharacteristically flushed.

"Like…what you did…for me?" Celírion murmured. He could remember that particular act in lurid detail and just imagining doing something similar to Alice sent fire racing through his veins.

Unsurprisingly, Celírion found the experience of bending his head between his lover's legs and making her shiver and shake to be more than worth the crick in his neck afterwards.