Firsts

Author's Note: I hope that everybody had a great New Years! And I also hope that many of you got to see the season premiere of "Primeval". This chapter is for Smiles2Go who wanted to see Hatter's first experience in buying lingerie with Alice. Hope you enjoy it! I wanted to thank Duchessfaelen and Kittyinaz for the sending me the pictures for inspiration this weekend! And to my awesome readers, and reviewers…keep it up guys!

When Hatter met Victoria

The first time that Hatter went with Alice to Victoria's Secret…was probably the last.

Hatter was tired. He was only scheduled to work from six in the morning till noon, but Kristin called in sick, so he agreed to take her shift, and stay till eight.

He regretted it. He was grateful for the extra money since he almost had to empty out the remainder of one of the bank accounts to pay for Todd's hospital bill. But, now, his feet were killing him, and he had sweat through all three layers of his clothes.

Hatter kicked off his boots and started removing pieces of his clothing as he walked into the bathroom. He lingered under the hot water, and felt the back of his hair. It was getting long. He probably needed to ask Alice where he should go to get it cut.

Alice. Hatter sighed. She wasn't going to be over till after ten. She told him that she had a girls' night dinner planned, whatever that meant.

He quickly toweled off, and slipped on a new pair of boxers. Alice had been leaving more and more things at his place over the past few weeks. Some clothes in his drawers, his bathroom had her "extra" deodorant, toothbrush, and face wash.

He didn't mind. Hatter had started to ask her many times about moving in, but he chickened out. He hadn't forgotten about the red box waiting in the bedside table either. He started to ask her about that many times as well, even once as she stepped out of the shower.

Alice was leaving her mail on his coffee table. She would spend three nights at Hatter's, and then drop by her mother's to do some laundry and pick up the mail. The pile of magazines, catalogs, and bills had steadily accumulated.

Nothing was to be found on television that night, and Hatter found "The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills," to not be as good as the ones he termed, "his east coast girls." He perused Alice's magazines. Most of them were boring. A "Shape," a "Self," some cooking ones, though he didn't know why she got those since Alice was a terrible cook.

Then, he found the pink catalog. "Victoria's Secret" was emblazoned in black. A blonde model clad in a matching black bra and panty set had several pink striped bags in her hands, proclaiming a semi-annual sale. Hatter flipped through the pages, and his breath caught in his throat. Page after page of scantily dressed women in panties, thongs, bras, bustier, corsets, anything Hatter could imagine.

He looked at the magazine, and furtively around the room. Did Alice bring this home on purpose? Was this…porn? Did she hide this from me? His eyes settled on a blonde wearing a black lace push up bustier with a black lace thong, garter belt, and some stockings. It had been so long since he saw a woman wearing something like that. Alice had never…would never…his breathing quickened, and he reached down to stroke his growing cock. Might as well get one out before she arrives.

Alice separated bills from the magazines. She sat back on the couch dressed in her polar bear flannel pajamas, and a pink robe. She sipped on a her large cup of coffee, and sighed, "I think I may actually need to pay these bills I keep leaving here."

Hatter padded into the living room, carrying his tea, and a plate of croissants. "You can leave them here, I don't mind."

"Oh, I know. The magazines are more fun to go through, though." Alice grinned, and pulled the stack onto her lap. "It's Sunday. The bills can wait."

"I agree. Come on, have a croissant. I stole them from work."

Alice was holding the Victoria's Secret catalog gingerly between her fingers. It was scrunched, and some of the pages were stuck together. "Hatter?" she wondered. "What did you do? Did you…jack off to, um, the Victoria's Secret catalog?"

"No…." Hatter drawled out. Alice raised her eyebrows at him. "I mean, I may have…just a tad." He took the catalog out of her hands. "I mean, I couldn't help it. You brought home porn, Alice!"

Alice laughed. "It's not porn. Well, not really. This is a store, Hatter. I have some things from there."

"No, you don't."

"Yes! I do!" Alice insisted. "I mean, it may not be any of those…things, but my blue lace bra is from there."

"Oh." Hatter grinned. "Well, I'm thinking a trip is called for," he said, as he winked at her.

Hatter was in heaven. He clapped his hands, and did a little jump as he spied all of the lingerie on the walls.

"Can you try this stuff on? Like in a real store?" he asked Alice.

"This is a real store, so yeah, of course but-"

"Oh, good!" He practically skipped over to where the corsets, bustier, and garter belts were. "You will look so beautiful in all of these, but…" his hands traced over the fabric, "I really want to see you in these, specifically."

"Hatter, I don't know about-"

"Alice." When he turned around, his arms were loaded with underwear. "Please."

Alice allowed herself a small smile to form on her face. "All right, but you have to wait outside. I'll text you if I want you to come in."

"Alice…" he begged.

She took the underclothes from him, and sauntered into the changing room. Hatter muttered a curse under his breath, and paced. And paced. He paced for five minutes outside the entrance to the rooms before a saleswoman approached him. "Sir, do you need help with something?"

His cell phone buzzed in his back pocket. Hatter quickly scanned the name. "Nope!" he exclaimed, and ran into the large room. "Alice? Which one are you in?"

"Here!"

Hatter pushed the door open. He stifled a gasp, and covered his mouth. Alice was wearing the same outfit as the blonde in the catalog. The black lace push up bustier, the black lace thong, garter belt, and stockings.

"Oh. You hate it," Alice mumbled when she caught a glimpse of his face. "I knew I was preten-"

Hatter strode over, and pushed her against the wall. "You," he hissed, "look so fucking sexy. So fucking hot in that." He slowly licked her neck up to her lips. "Oh, fuck, Alice."

"You really like it?" she whispered.

"Fuck, yeah. You should have one of these for every day of the year." He grabbed her breasts over the fabric. "God, yeah." He removed his hat, and struggled to take off his leather jacket.

"Hatter!" Alice squeaked. "We can't do this here!"

"Too bad," he rasped. "We're going to. Every time you wear something like that, it shouldn't go unnoticed." Hatter undid his buckle, and lowered his fly, and pants.

"We could get thrown out."

"Who fucking cares." Hatter pushed her panties to the side, and raised her legs around his waist as he slid in. They both moaned at the tightness of the first entrance. Alice closed her eyes, and rest her head on his shoulder as she gave in.

She bit her lip as he thrust in her, and tried to keep her cries controlled. Hatter didn't care, " Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuck Alice."

The door opened. "Excuse me!" a woman's voice interrupted the nice flow they had going.

"Fuck off!" Hatter growled. "Can't you see that we're busy here?"

"Hatter, I think-" Alice started to say.

"No!" he yelled, as he continued to fuck her against the wall of the Victoria's Secret dressing room. "Lady, we'll buy everything in this room, just…" he gritted his teeth. "Let us fucking finish, yeah?"

The door closed, and Alice started to giggle. "You just exposed your ass to her."

Hatter grunted, and ejected a silent cry, as he emptied inside of Alice. He panted, and placed a kiss on her lips. "I really don't care."