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The days blended together, seeing as there wasn't much to do. Her days consisted of waking up to an empty bed, seeing as Tarrant always woke up before her, going downstairs and breakfasting with him. Then she would watch as he made her various articles of clothing. Between lunch and dinner, she would play games with him, talk to him about the tragedies devastating Wonderland, and things of that nature.
It was just, something was wrong. Her whole day was based around Tarrant. He had been her only companion for over two weeks now. Of course, he was always incredibly entertaining, with all his odd dances and silly chatter. She was just feeling as though she was, for lack of better word, depending on him too much. He was all she ever thought about, dreamed about, she even fantasized of them living like this forever. She honestly wanted nothing more.
But deep in the pit of her stomach, she felt this terrible sense of longing that got worse and worse every day. She had no idea what was causing it, but, she had this burning desire to do something. She passed it off as anxiety due to what had befallen her favorite place, but, it seemed to double when she was touching Tarrant. Be it at nighttime, when they were pressed so close together, talking about their hopes and dreams, or while he was showing her some fun new dance, the moment their bodies touched, she became painfully aware of it.
She was upstairs, and supposed to be trying on a new nightshirt that Tarrant had just finished for her. When their hands touched as he handed her it, the sense of longing jabbed through her stomach like a sword, more noticeable then ever. She knew he saw the look on her face, and that he noticed she didn't embrace him or anything in thanks. She sat on the bed.
She began to weep. He's going to hate me now.. I don't think I can even touch him anymore.. It's starting to hurt even when I look at him.. What's wrong with me?
Tarrant was incredibly enjoying his time spent with Alice. It was nice to have a companion in his house, almost like a room mate. He had always lived alone, but, was normally outside, so he never thought he needed anyone. Ever since god-knows-what happened to the White Queen, he had felt terribly cooped up. He was even considering facing the terrible weather to visit anyone who could assist him in saving Wonderland.
Curiously enough, the weather had not changed from the freezing snow. Tarrant looked outside, but all he could see was black. He had made Alice a new nightshirt, and she went upstairs to try it on some time ago. Something was wrong with her, though. She had been more and more distant lately. He had taken to making her things, because he was always rewarded with a sign of affection.
He had no idea why he longed to see her smile, laugh, or embrace him so much. He had an incredibly odd feeling whenever she was around. He tried his hardest not to dwell on these emotions, because nothing good could come from them. They were painfully hard to ignore at nighttime, when he was touching her, and her him. Of course, it was all innocent, Alice would get scared sleeping by herself. He was just perverting it into something it wasn't.
Every morning, he made sure he woke up before she did, so she wouldn't know the inappropriate position he normally woke up to find them in. Sometimes, braved by his own daring, he would stroke her hair, or even once brush his lips across her cheek. He hadn't found a good excuse to show signs of affection towards her, as she constantly was doing to him. He constantly wondered what she meant by it.
He knew he probably did something wrong this time. He racked his brain trying to figure out what exactly he did. When she took the nightshirt, she had a certain, almost pained, expression on her face. She didn't embrace him, or anything of that nature. She just said she'd try it on, and be right back. Maybe he was coming on too strong. Perhaps she was getting sick of him.
He had no idea as to why it bothered him so much to be starved of her affection. It was all friendly, right? I mean, it's not like she fancied him. That would be more insane than he was. He mentally scolded himself for even thinking that.. But, on the inside, he knew his mind had kept slipping back to it.. Whether he acknowledged it or not, he knew there was just something.. Something about her.
That's disgusting. He thought to himself. She trusts you. You would know if she fancied you or not, don't you think? How dodgy do you think she already thinks you are? That would more than double if you were trying to have it off with her.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard something like crying coming from the bedroom upstairs. He went up to investigate, trying to make sure he wasn't heard. He was right next to the door. Yes, it was definitely Alice, but why was she weeping? He knocked gingerly, not fully sure if she would hear him.
Alice jerked her head up, at hearing knocking on the door. Immediately, she terribly regretted crying.. How would she talk herself out of it?
"Y..Yes?" Alice shakily asked, her voice thickly laced with tears.
"May I come in?" Tarrant's smooth voice asked.
"Of course.." Alice barely choked out, before, in spite of herself, returning to her sobs. She heard him come inside the room, but couldn't bare to look. She was so stupid. The knot in her stomach doubled when he sat on the bed next to her, and touched her arm, asking what the matter was. This all made her cry harder still. She felt him embrace her, and stroke her hair lovingly. She knew if she told him how she felt, that would all be over.
Her skin burned as Tarrant left a trail of kisses on her moist face, as if he was trying to lessen her pain. It was so comforting, nothing like she had ever experienced before. She bit her lip painfully, fighting an internal battle, until returning his affection. In a moment that was more like a century, their mouths met. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, never wanting to let go. She felt as though so much emotion was in the kiss; transferring from his mouth to hers. It was then that she realized what she had been longing for all this time. It was him. She loved him. Tarrant.
She had never been kissed before; it was thought of as unappropriated before marriage at her home, but, she had no idea how much she was missing out on. She moved back on the bed a little, until in a laying position, Tarrant right above her. She held one of his hands tightly in her own, her other stroking the back of his neck.
What had once been kind and comforting was now growing heated and passionate; she felt his tongue on her lips, asking for access. She opened her mouth in welcome. She savored his taste, as his tongue explored every crevice of her mouth. She just wished she was half as good a kisser as he was.
She felt like she was feeling too many things at once, in the best way possible. He parted from her mouth, and his kisses started traveling farther and farther down. She gasped as he reached her neckline, slightly nibbling on the delicate flesh. He suckled on her collarbone. She tightened her grip on his hand as she felt him venturing even lower..
She became painfully aware of the pressure on her leg, coming from his erection. She was scared to see where this would go, but, was ready to do whatever he wanted.. She had been waiting for this moment. She just didn't know she was.
But then, suddenly, he stopped. He jumped up, off the bed, and stared at Alice in terror.
"What have I done?" He said, in barely a whisper. Alice stared up at him in confusion, her face still flushed. "N-no.. I can't believe this.. I'm sorry, Alice." He had the oddest look on his face; a mixture between terror and regret. And without another word, he hurried out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Before it shut, Alice could of sworn she heard 'So sorry' repeated again, in the barely audible whisper of a voice on the verge of tears.
Alice stared at the door for a few moments, contemplating what just happened. She figured that she had done something terribly wrong.. Something that couldn't be forgiven. She felt like she was going to cry again, but found that she was all out of tears. She sat there, silently, for what felt like hours, internally daring herself to descend down the steps, and help Tarrant as he had helped her; but, she couldn't find it in her heart to do so.