Alice and the hatter were locked into each other's eyes they stood, a grand silence forming, and suddenly the hatter stood up. He stepped up onto the table, and stepped upon teapots and cups the only sound was the shattering of fine dishes. He stepped down and their stare never broke…
"Oh, my dearest Alice, you have returned to me…" The hatter said in a deep voice.
"Tarrant…" Alice whispered, then she blushed a deep crimson. She had not been invisible any longer, and the feline was nowhere in sight. The hatter kept his gaze on her clear azure eyes. He was a gentleman, though he could not help noticing she was in need of a dress. Without a word, he removed his coat and draped it across her pale shoulders. She closed the coat to cover her breasts, and slipped her arms through the sleeves. Then she smiled.
She threw her arms around his neck and pressed herself into his embrace. He slipped his hands around her waist, relishing in her presence. Sweetly, Alice placed a kiss on his cheek. Tarrant instantly blushed and felt warmth in his torso. He gently brought a hand under her chin, and as she looked into his russet gold eyes he ever so gently kissed her rosy lips.
"Have you returned for good?" Tarrant painfully uttered shakily into her ear.
"Forever." Alice said not breaking their solemn embrace. "Forever."
Tarrant could not hide his excitement. He lowered his arms beneath her buttocks, and picked her up from the ground and swung her around. She smiled and looked into his eyes. They were the brightest green she had ever seen. He set her back down and madly kissed her. He ravaged her lips so sweetly. When he finally pulled away, he saw a deep blush rise in her face. She buried her embarrassment into his chest, while he tried to wipe the sly smirk of his face. Then he heard her faintly say "I love you".
"Alice, I love you with every ounce of my being, I have always loved you!" and once again they passionately kissed. The hatter dipped her at the waist and gently entered her lips deepening the kiss. Alice abruptly opened her eyes. "Was this FRENCH kissing!" she wondered. But never the less, she parted her lips and let warmth fill her body.
The hatter picked her up, carrying her like a bride, and took her into his dwelling. Inside his home, he set her down on a soft velvet couch. He removed each of her shoes, and kissed each foot. He left her in the sitting room while he went to the kitchen to pour two cups of tea. He returned, handing her a cup. He had not had to remember how she took it. He could never forget that she took her tea with three lumps of sugar and a shot of milk. Like a recipe written on the top of his brain, he could not forget, he would never forget anything about Alice, his Alice, now.
He sat down next to her on his couch and they sipped their tea. They were very improper. They sipped their tea, and almost spat it out because of their laughter. Like, good old friends, they clumsily drank their afternoon tea, not abiding by proper etiquette. They were both too mad too follow proper etiquette!
When they finished their tea, Alice offered to carry their cups to the kitchen. Tarrant thanked her as she took his empty tea cup. He couldn't help but follow her. He caught her around the waist, and let his hands rest on her hips. Alice froze, nearly dropping the tea cups. Tarrant pressed himself into her, and pulled her back into him. He crossed his arms across her breasts, and snuggled into her neck.
Alice could feel his hot breath on her skin. She simply melted in his arms. Panting, she muttered, "… Tarrant…" between exasperated breaths.
"Whut muh sweetust?" the hatter said in his bellowing accent. Alice shivered at his voice, and pulled herself from his grasp, to place the cups on a small table.
She took him by the wrist, and dragged him all over the house till she found his bedroom. The hatter placed his arms around her and slowly backed her up onto the bed. Falling onto her he kissed in her neck. He could smell the perfume…her perfume….the naturally sweet smell that followed her. He could not believe she was here in his arms, let alone his bed! Then he suddenly pulled himself off of her, and ran to his sewing room.
He peeled the dress off of the mannequin, and quickly found a pair of stockings, and took them back to her. Sitting in his bed was a confused Alice. She then realized why he had left so abruptly. The hatter placed the dress on the bed, and gutturally spoke.
"Let muh help yuh..." He said, unbuttoning his coat. It fell behind her, and her soft pale curves were revealed. Tarrant's kindly gentlemen side was completely removed now. He could not help but soak up the sight before him; her milky skin, her shapely thighs, and her deliciously formed breasts. He caressed one of her smooth silky legs, and carefully put a stocking on it. When he pulled it up to her thigh, he placed a wet hot kiss on the sensitive skin there. He repeated his action for the other leg, and noticed she was shaking. Her lips were parted and she was breathing heavily. He noticed her small peach colored nipples were perky. He smiled with lust in his eyes. He stood her up, and marveled at her body. Before he let himself get too distracted, he helped her step into the dress, and laced up the back for her. She spun around, and watched the skirt twirl. The hatter smiled at her, she was so much…muchier now!
Now that Alice did not feel so bare, she gained a little confidence. She pulled Tarrant on top of her and kissed him passionately. She licked his bottom lip, and he accepted her advance. She teased him a bit by grabbing his behind, causing a rush to fill him up inside. He bound her wrists in one hand, and palmed one of her breasts with the other. Her back arched and a quiet moan escaped from her lips.
"Buh carefuhl lass, ye wuhdint wunt muh to undress yuh now wud ye?" Tarrant groaned when Alice bit his lower lip gently.
She whispered in his ear "I dare you…"
A/N: Cliff Hanger!