The Hatter's cottage was smaller inside than what it looked like outside. It smelled musty and dusty and damp, like it was seldom lived in. The equipment strewn across a stained desk wouldn't be out of place in an alchemical laboratory. A patchwork quilt hung half-on half-off the bed.

The Hatter pressed the restored Alice roughly to the wall, kissing her with reckless abandon. She wound frantic fingers in his bright, silky hair clutching him as close as possible to her. She needed him to be with her now.

"Hatter! Hatter!"

He planted frenzied kisses across her collarbone and licked up her neck, "My name is Tarrant, princess, I'm yours."

She moaned, a chaste, pure sound of someone who needed this contact more than anything. Her hands shakily ripped his tie and shirt open in several sharp tugs. The Hatter groped his way down her body to squeeze her ass, pulling her higher towards him. Alice traced the small blemishes on toned muscle, feeling his overheated skin under the delicate tips of her fingers. When they skimmed lightly over his flat, excited nipples, the Hatter shivered and pulled her closer. The dress she had been wearing was far too small for her now, coming undone and slowly, almost erotically, revealing more and more of her creamy skin for his exploration. He tightened his hold on her and took them both to the rickety bed, pulling her on top.

The sensations tugging at Alice were almost unreal. The heat emanating from his body enveloped her and resonated deeply within her core. She threw her head back, gasping as Tarrant cupped her pert breasts and bent forward to take one of them into his mouth. Her hands, in the middle of undoing his trousers, stopped, scrunching the material and producing delicious friction against his rapidly hardening member. As he growled, the vibrations travelled from his mouth to her skin and through her body. "Ta...Tarrant!"

Using what little space they had, he flipped her over so he was above her. Holding himself up, he used one hand to yank his trousers down to his knees. Alice's hungry eyes devoured every bit of him; his tensed muscles, weathered, sweaty skin, and now his pulsing cock that was so close to her but not touching...not yet...

"Alice..." he growled as she trailed her fingers down. As she wrapped them around him, his eyes rolled back into his head. Seductively moving her hand up and down, up and down, faster and faster, she watched her lover gasp and shake above her. As his eyes began to focus on her once more, she licked a lip and used her other hand to squeeze her breast. The Hatter couldn't take any more of such torture and came explosively over her naked body. The strings of cum splattered across her skin as the Hatter called out her name. Barely keeping himself from falling on top of her, Tarrant panted with exertion. Alice's eyes were fixed on his; she grinned.

"Oh yeah, this dog's learned a few new tricks..." she whispered.

Not saying another word, the Hatter slowly, teasingly, began to lick her belly clean. With each swipe of his rough, cat-like tongue, Alice mewled with pleasure. He travelled lower, lower, until he reached her mound. There, he paused, breathing her scent deeply. She felt his breath stirring the hairs on her crotch and she writhed, pleading him to touch her. He answered her calls.

"Tarrant....oh god...more...more!"

He explored her darkest regions with his long fingers and mouth. She gripped the blankets, her knuckles so tense you could clearly make out the bone. Her moans were muffled by the little room. With her making such pleasing sounds, Tarrant was soon hard again. Withdrawing from her heat, he positioned himself above her, the head of his manhood hovering above her entrance.

"Just... please... I need you in me, Tarrant!" Alice all but screamed.

"I don't want to hurt you, love." He touched his forehead to hers, "It may be painful, when I break through."

She looked away.

"Alice?" the Hatter paused, the electrified atmosphere disappearing, leaving only silence and dust, "Alice. Look at me."

She sat up, pushing him gently aside.

"Alice...?"

Crossing her arms around her chest, she curled into a ball.

"Who is he?" Tarrant stood up, pulling his trousers back on. It was clear that whatever mood they had going was gone. He looked at the bare, desolate figure crumpled on his bed.

Alice said nothing. He went to his closet and drew out an old blue dress. He tossed it to her. She stood up and hesitantly pulled it on. The Hatter, eyes hollow, cleared his throat.

"Well?"

"Yin Lidell." She laced the bodice with pale fingers, "His name is Yin."

pretty much an explicit chapter, quite short, exploring (kinda) their relationship. . never actually written something like this before O.o

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