Hatter patiently paced between the four walls in his cell. That damned cat deserved it, he thought bitterly. I should have killed him when I had the chance. I shouldn't have listened to Alice. He stared down at his inked fingertips and smiled, hiding his hands in his pants pockets as though to keep them secret and safe. How cute, to think she'd call the police on me. My Alice…my beautiful, innocent Alice…
Soon Hatter was escorted out to the lobby area of the police department and shown to the door, and Hatter squealed excitedly when he saw Alice standing at the counter talking to the policewoman who sat there. Alice's captivating blue eyes snapped up at him in surprise, and when they fell on him Hatter's heart jumped. There was fear in those pretty blue pupils, fear of him.
"Almost unbearable," Hatter whispered, stopping as the cop who had him by his cuffs tried to force him forward. Alice looked momentarily confused, leaning over so she could see him better, and she stared so directly into his eyes that his knees began to tremble. She realized he was weary and smiled softly, a pained smile, before tilting her head to the side and displaying her well concealed tattoo. Hatter could not resist the pull of his mark, the magnetic attraction he felt to the precious image inked on Alice's sacred skin, and he rushed forward. The cop struggled to hold him back, but Hatter had more strength and reached Alice in mere moments. His lips were already sucking at the tender flesh of her neck by the time the cop had regained his balance.
"Try and make sure he stays medicated properly," the female police officer scolded Alice firmly from her seat. "We don't want another accident like this to happen just because he wasn't happy enough."
"Yes, officer. I'm sorry for all the trouble," Alice humbly answered. Hatter felt the cop behind him uncuff him, and with no restraint at all Hatter grabbed Alice's waist and hauled her up, spinning wildly.
"Alice, my beautiful Alice, you came for me!" he sang joyously. Then he felt it; the tears that were sliding silently down Alice's pale face. Hatter slowly put her down and let her guide him outside quietly by his arm, waiting until they had reached her car to say something.
"Why do you cry, my love?" Hatter whispered sadly, grabbing her and pulling her chin so she would look at him. She's trying to hide her tears in shame, Hatter thought painfully.
"You almost killed him, Hatter," Alice answered shakily. "He almost died. And you, you don't even care!" Hatter released her chin gently and ran his fingertips gently along her face, wiping her tears away and bringing his moist fingers to his lips. Silently he licked them.
"I will be more careful from now on," Hatter vowed tenderly, leaning down and enveloping her lips with his. At first Alice fought to yank her face away, to turn away from him, but Hatter delicately held her face still and began tracing her lips with his tongue, hearing her soft moan.
"So delectable," Hatter breathed, pulling away for a second only to kiss her deeper. Alice's tongue eagerly responded as he swept his through her mouth, and when Hatter leaned her back against the side of her car Alice only hooked her arms around the back of him and pulled him closer.
"That's it my love, my Alice," Hatter cooed, pulling away from her lips to nibble playfully at her sensitive neck and shoulder. He easily pushed the strap of her black tank top aside and banished her bra strap so that he had the now open canvas of her shoulder to work with. Eagerly he began his attack.
"Ah!" Alice cried out as he sank his teeth into her. Her entire body shook, but she threw her head back and moaned for him. "Hatter, Hatter not here," she begged. "Please Hatter, there are cameras."
"Oh, so you want me to finish this elsewhere?" Hatter mused, running his hands up her belly until he had reached her chest. "You want to finish this in private and see where it goes?" Alice closed her eyes and took breath after breath, almost panting but not quite. When she answered, her voice was weak.
"It's time for your medication, Hatter."
"Answer me first, and I shall take it," Hatter told her sternly. "Whether I take my medication or not, you will succumb to me Alice, and your entire body knows it. It's telling me, even now, that you are ready for me to show you my love." One of his hands slid down her body and reached between her thighs, stroking them outside of her loose gray cotton shorts.
"Hatter, stop," Alice blushed, closing her eyes and turning her face away from him. Hatter returned his hand to her chest, where he played with relish.
"Just an answer, Alice, that's all you need to make me stop for now."
"But…"
"You can't say you don't want me Alice," Hatter chuckled fondly, reaching up and threading his fingers through her hair. "Your body is screaming for me my dear, and I can't bear to make it wait much longer."
"No," Alice suddenly declared, opening her eyes and pushing him roughly away. She opened the driver's door, slid in quietly, and shut it roughly behind her. Hatter stood still for a moment in shock. She resisted me! She's never been able to resist me! Hatter quietly walked to the passenger door and got in the car, staring at her as she shoved the key in the ignition and started her vehicle. What didn't escape his notice were the tears sliding silently once more down her glorious cheeks. Hatter sighed.
"My Alice," he murmured. "My humble, caring Alice. When did you stray so far from Wonderland, from the reach of my arms dear? You once could completely lose yourself against me, you would beg me to sweep you away, but now you resist me." Alice turned as she began backing out of the parking space, and once she put her car in drive they began their trip home. Alice did not wipe her tears.
"Reality has a certain charm of its own Hatter," Alice told him numbly, her expression blank. "For some reason, when I lose myself now, all I feel is terror and fear that I will not return to common sense, to reality. The nonsense and barrage of sensations that fuels 'Wonderland' is scary to me now, but you continue to thrive off of it despite being committed for seven years." She took a steadying breath and leaned back in her seat. "Wonderland has lost its allure, despite what I said the other night. I am easily carried away in my efforts to please you, Hatter, but no more. I am done pleasing you. Now, I must help you."
"Help me," Hatter chuckled bitterly. "Ah, Alice, don't you see yet? It is not me that needs helping."
"Yes it is, and I will help you anyway," Alice told him. Hatter reached over and stroked her face gently as she drove. He leaned over and whispered directly into her ear.
"Why?" He watched as her eyes rolled, as she slightly turned the wheel and then jolted back into normal position, her cheeks aflame with her delicate blush. Too easy, he relished with relief. No matter how she resists me at first, I can still find a way through to her. I can always find a way through.
The entire drive home they were silent, Alice keeping her eyes focused on the road and Hatter keeping his eyes fixed on Alice, but the second Alice had parked in her garage and had climbed out of her car Hatter had descended upon her once more. Without a word, he hauled her into his arms, kicked open her old doors, and carried her eagerly to her bedroom. When he set her down, he could not help but see the haze in her normally clear eyes. He held the prescription bottle he had seen in the car in his hand.
"Take two pills three times a day," Hatter read aloud from the bottle. He yanked off the lid and plucked out two white circular pills and popped them into his mouth, swallowing hard. He replaced the cap and threw the bottle aside, hearing it strike her wall and fall to the floor. Quietly he began to crawl to her on the bed.
"Hatter, no," Alice resisted, trying to slide off the bed. Without hesitation he pinned her down by her wrists and leaned over her, sucking on her lower lips and coaxing her into submission with his tongue. It wasn't long until she was moaning into him, her hands fighting to break free so that she could pull him closer, her body writhing beneath him.
"You want it now, love?" Hatter chuckled, finally pulling his lips away from hers. Alice's sapphire eyes were glazed over with pure desire.
"Hatter," she moaned softly, unbuttoning his Victorian black button-up and pulling at his tightly fastened pants.
"Tell me what you want my love," Hatter whispered, trapping her wrists again and licking her neck to taunt her. She shivered.
"Don't do this Hatter," she groaned. "Don't tease me like this."
"So you want it now?" Hatter grinned, feeling her legs spread and wrap around him. They were pulling him closer.
"Yes," she finally murmured, her eyes boring into his and arousing him more than anything else. Without hesitation he had pulled her shirt off of her and made quick work of her bra, hastily tossing it onto the ground. He did the same to his own shirt, but when he reached for her shorts he purposefully slowed. This seemed to drive Alice mad.
"You tease," she panted, not moving. "You horrible tease."
"You're falling down the rabbit hole Alice," Hatter whispered into her ear. "Only now you're falling with me right beside you. I'll make sure this drop is the best you've ever experienced." Eagerly they sank into dazed moans, passionate kisses, loud embraces and sincere declarations.
"You are mine," he breathed while they rested. "No one else may have you. Well, except maybe Marchie."
"I'm going to kill you," Alice panted, her eyes closed. "I'm going to freaking kill you." Hatter grinned.
"Oh no Alice, leave the killing entirely to me."
