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"There's no way," Hatter muttered, "No way that she has only one."

Pushing aside clothes hangers, he stepped back from the closet and crossed his arms, letting out a frustrated sigh. He'd been at this for over an hour and the searching was getting him nowhere. He had dug through storage, rummaged through Alice's dresser drawers and had just finished hunting through the closet, and he had nothing to show for it.

Letting out a groan Hatter flopped onto the bed and covered his face with his hat. He was pathetic really. What man spent his hours searching for a dress?

But this wasn't any dress, but the dress; the dress that Alice had been wearing when he fell in love with her. The robin's egg colored mini-dress had become a bit of an obsession for him. When he had flippantly mentioned that he fancied the dress on her, Alice had blushed and said that she had gotten rid of it. She offered no further explanation and had changed the subject.

Hatter was having none of it.

He knew from his vast experience with women (Wonderland women, but women none-the-less) that when they found something they liked they bought more than one of it, usually in a variety of colors. He could just picture Alice in a red version of the dress…black boots…red painted lips…preferably soaking wet…

He needed to stop those thoughts; they were just going to make things harder for him.

Deciding to make himself a cup of chamomile tea (the Old World had had years to come up with more exciting tea flavors, why hadn't they?) to calm himself, he strolled into the kitchen contemplating his peculiar situation.

Alice had been a vision in a blue mini-dress when he met her and since coming through the looking glass he wanted nothing more then to act on the naughty thoughts that the dress elicited in him.

Hatter had even gone as far as to let Alice in on some of his more tame fantasies, but she had only smiled and shook her head.

Clutching her long coat in a bid to keep in some body heat from the bitter cold outside, Alice found Hatter looking morose as she entered their apartment over an hour later. He was sitting at the kitchen table, finishing up a cup of tea and shaking his head a bit as if to clear away unwanted thoughts.

"Hey," Alice said as she placed her purse on the table and slid into Hatter's lap. "How was your day?"

"Fine, love. Nothin' special."

"Well, what'd you do all day?"

"I, uh, straightened up all the junk in the closets. How was your class?"

"Ugh," Alice groaned, grabbing Hatter's empty tea cup and bringing it to the sink. "Stressful. Teaching karate to a birthday party of twelve, sugar high seven-year-olds was not how I wanted to start my day. And the miserable weather didn't make matters any better."

"Bloody weather makes me lethargic."

"Aw, poor baby," Alice pouted, lower lip jutting out. Hatter suppressed the urge to jump out of his chair and dominate her red lips with his own.

"Well, I may have something that could cheer you up."

"Really?"

Hatter raised his eyebrows and made his way over to her, stopping to lean on the granite island. Alice's crystal eyes had followed him, like a predator sizing up their prey.

"Really," she purred, pressing her body flush against his.

Taking one of his large hands in hers, she led it across the buttons of her jacket, unhooking them one at a time. As the last one came undone and the fabric parted, Hatter let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"I thought you got rid of it?" He murmured.

"Well, I had given it to my mother so she could donate it to the Salvation Army, but I guess she forgot. When I realized how much it meant to you, I asked for it back."

"Good girl."

Hatter's voice was rough and an octave lower than normal. Alice hid her face in his neck, so that he wouldn't see her triumphant smirk. Had his vocal response not been enough for Alice to understand how he wanted the night to end, his wandering hands were. They seemed to be everywhere at once.

Hatter's hands slowly traced Alice's curves, which were encased and accentuated by the dress. His fingers followed the seams, memorizing the texture and relishing in the feel, mesmerized by its' utter flawlessness. He let out a shaky breath; he couldn't get close enough.

With some shock, Alice noted that she had been divested of her jacket and that Hatter had switched their positions and she was now being pressed against the island. His hands roamed the blue mini-dress as his lips trailed down her neck. Rubbing circles on her hips through the fabric of the dress proved not to be as gratifying as when he could do it on her bare skin.

Bunching the fabric in his fists, Hatter slowly began to pull the dress up, giving Alice time to protest if she found it fit. She didn't. He grasped her hips and lifted her up onto the island, grinning rakishly up at her when she let out a shriek of surprise.

Gently pulling off her boots, he let his fingers briefly explore the porcelain skin of Alice's calves and allowed his lips to follow the same path. His brown eyes flickered up at her and he was forced to pause his ministrations.

Alice was simply breathtaking, her eyes screwed shut, nails digging into his shoulders, face flushed and breathing hard.

"I'm a lucky man."

Leaning forward so that their foreheads pressed against each other's, Alice whispered back, "I'm a lucky woman."

Surging forward, Hatter's lips met Alice's in a heated kiss. He nipped at her bottom lip and reached around to drag the zipper on the dress down, trying not to shiver as Alice ran her hands through his hair, tugging on the ends.

"Bedroom," Alice gasped out, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Nodding slightly, Hatter pulled Alice off of the island, making sure to squeeze her backside as he did. He hurried down the hallway to their bedroom, love of his life coiled around him. Depositing her on their bed, he wasted no time. He climbed on top of her and resumed kissing her hot flesh, simultaneously extracting her from the dress.

Because if there was one thing Hatter loved about his Alice it was seeing her in the dress.

And if there was one thing he loved more than seeing her in the dress, it was seeing it crumpled up on the floor at the bottom of the bed the next morning.