A/N: So I changed my mind about how I wanted to do this story and instead made it a one shot with smutty Alice and Tarrant. Its mostly the same for those that have been reading but now it's done. So yay! Hope you guys enjoy!

Blonde tresses fell forward in her face as she let out a piercing scream while she once more experienced the fall down the rabbit hole.

It had been a few months since she had come back from her voyage to China, but all the while she couldn't help but think of the wonderland she had experienced before she left. And so it was almost every day she would return to the edge of the forest, searching for the tree that the white rabbit had led her to.

But today, she had found it, and before she knew it, she was falling. After the first shriek of surprise, she began to laugh, realizing just how much she missed the place where she managed to find herself. She watched pianos and furniture and various sorts of objects passed her by as she fell to where she once thought was the center of the earth.

Eventually, she landed, first on the ceiling, and then once more falling rather unceremoniously to the floor. Sorting herself out and brushing the bits of dirt off of her dress, she strolled over to the table and grabbed the little familiar bottle that read, "Drink me."

"Oh, I do hope it tastes better this time around...," she mumbled to herself. And then she spotted a brass key on the completely glass table, as if a reminder, and snatched it up before taking a sip of Pishalver and setting the bottle back on the table.

"Fresh tea."

She shrank a few inches.

"Apple pie."

She shrank a few feet.

"Roast beaf, oh my!"

She nearly fell over as she finally reached her shrinking capacity. Once she managed to catch her balance, Alice darted over to the door, or as well as she could, considering her draggimg dress, hidden by the same curtain and pushed in the key and gave it a turn, opening up the door to what was left of Wonderland.

A gasp escaped her lips as she took in the sight around her. What had happened? It hadn't been that long since she had been gone, had it? "But that's right," she said to herself. "Days happened in our one day. A decade could have passed in my absence!" Her eyes only seemed to get even sadder as she took in the almost barren land. The talking flowers had gone with only dead stems in their place. There were no rocking horseflies or dragonflies flitting about, or dodo birds or even her fancy rabbit in a waistcoat with a watch.

"How curious indeed!" she murmured, walking about the grey land, missing the colorful plants and the enormous mushrooms. She passed on through the forest, wishing for the disappearing Cheshire Cat to keep her company, although in not nearly the same circumstances. She glanced down at her arm at the reminder of the claws of the Bandersnatch and winced at the long gone pain.

It got darker as she walked, the empty forest made her shiver with chills. Alice kept glancing over her shoulder, feeling as if someone were following her, as she made her way to the ever going tea party.

She froze when spotting the abandoned table, though. The Hatter. Where was he? She rummaged about the table, stirring up unmoved tea cups and sugar jars and saucers, searching for a sign of a struggle, or maybe a sleeping doormouse to tell her what had happened.

Oh how she regretted leaving him. It only occurred to her how she felt after she had gone back to dull reality. She had fallen for him during her time. She had fallen for her dress maker, her protector, her knight in that amazing hat of his.

Her chest gave a dull ache when she realized she had come this way for absolutely nothing. A sob escaped her shaking form as she fell to her knees, arms tightening themselves around her slight form. "Oh, Tarrant, I…," she gasped between sobs, "I'm so sorry. I was too late!" She blubbered on for a bit more, most of it incoherent, but bits such as "I shall never get home!" or "no point in anything now, Alice!" slipped out as she cried her small body dry.

"…Alice?"

Alice's tears didn't let up. She continued on, her words becoming even more slurred. "Oh it's only my imagination! He isn't really here!" she cried out. "Tarrant, I'm so sorry!"

"Alice dear, whatever is the matter?" The Hatter lifted the shrunken girl in front of his face, gently wiping the girl's tears with his calloused but careful hands.

Alice gasped and her eyes flew open when she felt the Hatter's rough fingers against her cheeks. Never had she been so glad to see his off-green eyes. "Tarrant?" she whispered quietly, in disbelief of what she was seeing.

The Hatter gave her a toothy smile, but it didn't quite reach his eccentric eyes. "Alice, my love, what's wrong? How've you gotten here?"

Alice wiped her still crying eyes on the sleeves of her dress and laughed quietly. "Oh Tarrant, I've missed you so!"

The Hatter started walking toward his home, where he had been reliving his nightmares for years, being careful not to let Alice slip from his grasp as he headed inside. "And I, you, dearest." He set her on his table where she almost blended in with the cups and jars. Tarrant moved to his cupboards where he searched and set things down as he did. "Now, my Alice, why all of those dreadful tears?"

Alice sat the edge of the table, swinging her legs back and forth at the edge. Not much longer she almost fell after hearing "my Alice." As she straightened herself up, she realized she quite liked the sound of those words. She glanced around the kitchen, determining how to answer his question.

"I…," she started, her cheeks already burning. He had seen her absolutely bawling her eyes out. "I was afraid I would never see you again, Tarrant," she whispered, head bowed. After all, who wants a little girl clinging on to them?

The Hatter walked over with a miniature cake, reading "Eat Me," he had managed to find in his cupboards, giving a frown, although his heart glowed. She come had all this way for him, Tarrant Hightop? He shook himself of those thoughts and offered her the cake, still frowning. Why was she so upset? He hadn't done anything wrong, had he?

Alice took a small bite, momentarily reveling in the sweetness of it, not noticing that her feet were soon nearly touching the ground over the edge of the table. Meanwhile, Hatter looked away. Her clothes had stretched rather immodestly when she had returned to her normal size.

"Oh, I'll… be right back," he said, retreating to the hallway. Alice watched him go, biting the inside of her lip. What had she done now?

"Just great," she mumbled to herself, sliding off of the table and taking a look around. She had never been inside the Hatter's home before. The walls, obviously once a bright yellow with green stripes, had long since faded. The cupboards were a blue-grey color with rusty handles, and the table was cluttered with chipped cups and cracked tea pots. The wooden chairs were weathered, and the curtains against the windows were full of cobwebs. It looked as if the place had been rather unlived in for the past few months at the least.

The Hatter returned with a dress he had made during his inspired days and offered it to her, still averting his eyes, although Alice had quite filled out since the last time they had met. "My dear, I think your dress, um…, stretched quite a bit when you returned to your right proper Alice size." The corners of his lips turned up, giving a small smile her way. "You can change in the room at the end of the hall on your left."

Alice glanced down and realized that the fabric did indeed rip a bit here and there, wondering how on Earth hadn't she realized it was a tight fit? Her arm wrapped itself around her chest and took the offered dress. Clearing her throat, she gave a quick, "Thank you," and walked for the room down the hall.

Hatter watched her go, his eyes darkening just a bit as she went, feeling as if the light that had suddenly came into his life not half an hour ago were leaving him in utter darkness. He shook his head. "What is the hatter with me?" he questioned himself, moving to the stove to prepare some tea. "She's just down the hall. It's not as if she were going away forever," he continued on, setting the kettle on the stove. But still, his heart ached even though the center of his thoughts was just down the hall.

Alice walked into the room Hatter gave her. It was rather small, but the bed took up most of the space. Clothes and hats took up most of the rest, strewn across the furniture. "Bed?" she thought, eyes widening slightly, registering where she was. She was in the Hatter's bedroom.

Alice set the dress on the bed and gave the room a thorough glance. It was probably the most lived in room of the house. You could see some of the Hatter in this room, rather than just little bits of clutter. She glanced around, and almost instinctively started tidying up the little room, just so Hatter no longer had to sleep in a bed full of hats.

Afterwards, she took a seat on the recently cleared bed and unlaced her shoes and set them aside. She proceeded to take off the knee highs she had compromised with her mother to wear. It was when she started struggling to slide the tight dress off that the Hatter knocked. "Alice, dear, are you alright? You've been quite a while," he worried on the other side of the door.

"Oh, yes. Um, give me a moment," Alice called to him, sounding flustered.

Hatter frowned. What could have caused her to take so long? Was she distracted? Or had she found something among his clothes and things? He waited on the other side of the door until he heard a loud ripping sound. Had she fallen and grabbed hold of his curtains to catch herself? Or had something else happened? Without a second thought, he opened the door and went in only to hear a slight gasp.

There in his sights was a very flushed Alice, her arms quickly covering up her exposed chest and her most private area down below. By her feet was her dress and underclothes in tatters from where she had, apparently, ripped them.

"Oh, Alice! I'm so terribly sorry! I thought you had fallen and needed help," he explained quickly, trying not to glance up at her, although that did nothing to quell the sudden fire in his stomach. She's Alice, he thought, and that's all that mattered. She was perfect, with her long blonde tresses and her inquisitive eyes and her muchness. There's no one he ever wanted more.

The whistling kettle stirred him from his thoughts as he hurried out of the room to fix the tea, although that wasn't the only thing that needed fixing at that moment. Alice, on the other hand, was quite shell-shocked, standing there for a moment, and then shut the door and hastily slipped on the new dress. "Much looser than that stretched thing," she glanced towards the ground where the remains of her previous dress lay and then down at her new attire. The blue and yellow chiffon fell to her knees and after seeing that it rather showed off her lady assets, she felt a new sense of confidence coursing through her. It was with this confidence that she made her way down the hall where she would attempt to covet the Hatter's heart.

I'mAlice sat in the chair after making her way to the kitchen, watching the Hatter busy himself over tea. He hadn't so much as glanced at her since she had entered the kitchen, which had been a few moments now. Instead, he was occupying his attention toward the kettle, pouring tea, grabbing the cream and sugar and making it all sorts of fancy but really, he was just hoping to give himself time to rather calm down before Alice saw what a mess of sorts he was. But eventually he had to set things on the table, and so he did, trying not to glance at Alice, and he took a seat to her left, quickly, hoping she hadn't seen his problem.

But Alice had, and, trying to seem as if she hadn't, sat there in her seat, inwardly smiling. Apparently Hatter liked what he saw, she thought, grabbing her cup and taking a sip, although tea was the last thing occupying her mind. Her mind was focused more on the growing sensation of heat between her thighs.

"So, Alice, how long were you, um, planning on staying this time?" Hatter questioned, hoping to break the awkward silence that had followed him setting down the tea.

Alice, startled out of the silence, looked over at Hatter, and gave a very non-Alice shrug. "I really don't know, Tarrant. I, um, was hoping you could help decide that for me? The world above isn't home anymore. Mother is tied up with another man, and Margret is trying to persuade me to marry Hamish again…," she frowned. "I… I was hoping you would let me stay? With you?"

Hatter frowned when she had mentioned Hamish. What a name! And he certainly didn't deserve her if he couldn't manage to make her love him to marry him the first time, he thought, temporarily forgetting about his problem, but only just. His frown quickly transformed though when she asked her permission to stay. Oh, Alice! Stay with him? Maybe she'll see that he can love her. But maybe she could… after all, she did say she was afraid she wouldn't see him again, didn't she? "Oh, yes, of course, dear! You can stay as long as you'd like, forever if you'd like! I'd like that very much," he exclaimed, his lips stretching across his face, his eyes alight for the first time in many years.

Alice smiled, shifting her thighs ever so slightly, the heat increasing. "Then it's settled. But um… where shall I sleep?"

Hatter grinned, and he took pleasure in it too. It had been so long since he had smiled so much. But at Alice's question, he faltered. Where would she sleep? The sofa in his den was much too musty for her, and he didn't have a spare room. "I… I do believe you can take my bed, Alice," he decided. Oh, were those the wrong thoughts to think. Alice? In his bed? His problem definitely just went up a notch or two.

"Oh, no, Tarrant. I couldn't take your bed, although I wouldn't mind sharing. I'm not going to make you take the sofa in your own home," Alice protested, hoping he understood what she was getting at.

Tarrant's eyes widened. He was surprised at her forwardness, but smiled and cleared his throat, taking a sip of tea. "Well then. Um, why don't I show you the way?" He stood and offered her a hand, temporarily forgetting his rather pronounced problem.

Alice smiled and stood and took his hand as they started for his room, but unable to help himself any longer, Tarrant suddenly had Alice up against the wall, his lips meeting hers fervently. Alice, taken by surprise, was stiff for just a minute until she had taken notice of what was happening and soon had her hands locked in his wild curls and was responding to the Hatter's lips.

Soon enough Alice was pushing off the Hatter's tattered jacket and onto the floor, and was tearing his bowtie from around his neck as their kiss deepened. Hatter wrapped his hands into Alice's silky locks, keeping their heads together. For once, he was in heaven instead of constantly stuck in tea time hell. Their tongues intermingled as he slid a hand down her back, easily unzipping the zipper on the dress he had given her.

Quickly they made their way to their bedroom and Hatter had pushed Alice gently onto the bed after sliding the dress down, kissing her still. Alice started shoving his shirt off of, leaving kisses down his shoulder as she did. He leaned down and started nipping and kissing her breasts, leaving bright splotches on her fair skin. Seeing the marks gave him such a sense of pleasure, know that she was his and they were proof. Following his shirt, Hatter removed his pants quickly, and Alice removed her own undergarments as he did, her emotions running on high.

Tarrant kissed his way down her stomach while reaching up to pull at her nipples, smirking to himself as Alice let out a soft moan. Soon his head was between her legs and began to cover her soft thighs with kisses so close to where she needed him to be, but he only brushed the blonde curls as he moved from one thigh to the next. As he teased down below, Alice began to fondle her own breasts, trying to release that tight sense of heat she felt moving at the pit of her stomach.

"Tarrant," she gasped, her hands moving to his head, trying to pull him the last few inches forward. "Pleas-!" Her plead was cut off as a gasp took its place while Tarrant's tongue had begun working and teasing at Alice's folds and around her entrance, but only skirting around her clit. The room was filled only with the sounds of his lapping and her moans and pleas for him to fully touch her. It was only after he grabbed her hands from her chest and pinned them to her sides that he could no longer restrain himself but instead ravished her with his tongue as he had done with no one else, and my was she sweet! Her hips bucked and jerked as he lapped and prodded with his tongue.

"I- Tarrant, I- please!" she choked out, close to release. But the Hatter gave no mercy, and still holding her hands to her sides, pulled away, licking her sweetness off his lips before kissing his way back up to her chest. There he took the time to lick and suck at her hardened nipples before moving further up and kissing her with a hunger he had never acted so willingly upon.

"Alice," he paused above her small frame and spoke bresthlessly. "Alice, say I can make love to you. Please, darling, say I have your permisssion," he begged, trying to ignore the warmth he felt with his member quivering so closely to her entrance.

"I'd be mad if I didn't," she replied, reaching out of his grip and wrapping her arms around his neck as she pulled him close to her. He breathed a sigh of relied before slowly entering her, feeling her automatically tighten around his rather large cock. After waiting a moment to see her visibly relax, he began to move, pumping harder and picking up speed with each thrust.

Her lips sought his out as he moved into her. Though it was not her first time, it had been a while since she had laid with another and she wasn't quite used to the stretch and needed a distraction. One hand removed itself from around his neck and made its way below and began to tease and rub at her clit, feeling the pressure picking back up from earlier and tightening in her stomach.

"Faster," she begged of him, which he was only too happy to oblige. He could also feel the pressure building up inside of him, but even though he was hungry for release, he wanted to see her come undone before himself, and judging by her growing tightness, he, thankfully, wouldn't have to wait long.

With one hand he began to tease and pinch at her breasts, but with the other he pulled her head close and kissed her feverishly as he pistoned in and out of her, her juices coating him and pooling onto the bed. With a gasp muffled by the Hatter's mouth, she clutched at his back and held him close, legs wrapped around his waist, as she clenched down on him. Hatter pulled away just in time to see the face of pure esctatic bliss on Alice's flushed face. The sight invigorated him and he continued to thrust into her until, with a groan, he spilled inside of her.

Afterwards he slowly pulled out and stood up, exhausted, but went out and soon came back with a wet rag and began to slowly clean her thighs and lips before cleaning himself. After he threw the rag onto the floor, he climbed back up and pulled the covers up over Alice, who had been watching him thoughtfully, and himself. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, leaving a kiss on her head.

"You'll still stay, won't you?" He begged quietly. "I... think I'll really go mad if you leave this time, after that."

Alice shook her head and curled up into his chest. "I'm afraid you're going to be stuck with me forever, Tarrant," she smiled sleepily.

He gave a sigh of relief and wrapped the other arm around her, holding her close. "My dear Alice, that is not problem," he chuckled quietly before drifting off to sleep, praying this wasn't another dream.