Disclaimer: I do not own Alice and blah

To Hatter a dress was a dress, no matter its form. And by god, his Alice always looked great in one but the man felt that he rather liked Alice in relaxed attire. He quite enjoyed the sight of her in one of his overly large t-shirts and loose shorts. There was something about how she acted when she wasn't forced to be dressed up. Hatter felt that in her relaxed state, she let her inhibitions to be proper get away from her.

"Alice, love, why don't you relax for a bit? This is the first day of your two week long vacation and all you've done since you awoke was clean the house." Hatter called to her from the kitchen in which he could see her in. With a sigh, his wife set down the duster she was cleaning with and walked into the living room.

Hatter smirked as he noticed that when she was in her relaxed state Alice would strut just a little more than normal and looked much more sexier than she did when she was forced to be dressed up, not that Hatter didn't enjoy seeing her every curve accentuated in a dress but he enjoyed it much better when she was relaxed. His wife sat down beside him on the couch and cuddled up to him. She smelled faintly of lemon from the cleaners and him from the shirt she was wearing.

"Come to the bedroom with me." Hatter softly told her. She shrugged her shoulders and started to get up but Hatter quickly lifted her bridal style, to which she let out a squeal of surprise, and headed to the bedroom. Gently he placed her onto her stomach on the bed. Making sure she wouldn't roll onto her back, Hatter straddled her and started massaging her shoulders. His wife let out a contented sigh as he worked away her tense muscles from teaching karate.

Hatter started to massage her back gently, feeling her relax even more and he leaned down and placed a tender kiss at her temple to which she smiled while her eyes closed. Then he started to massage her arms, making those relax to. With a swift movement he stopped straddling her and started on her calf muscles. Those seemed to be the most tense which meant he would have to work longer on them, not that he minded. Then he massaged her feet and once he was done he looked at her gelatinous state with a soft smile. She had fallen asleep while he was massaging her calves.

Hatter kissed her cheek and laid in the bed while watching her sleep (not in the creepy stalker way.) He then wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and breathed in her scent. It was mixed with the scent of lemon and him but still held her floral, fruity, and sweet smell which made Hatter smile. Yes, he enjoyed her being relaxed much more than in a dress.