Warning: Some smutty stuff ahead!
Naughty Naughty Christmas, by Danger Danger
I've been a naughty boy
I didn't get a toy
Santa Claus left nothin' underneath my tree
He knows that I've been bad
But bein' good just ain't my fad
So here's the thing to do if you're just like me
Everybody, pull the shades, lock the door, like you did before
It's too cold to go out today
We'll take a ride in an open sleigh
I'll do some kissin' underneath the mistletoe
My baby's always been the givin' kind but when she tells me she's my present and she blows my mind
I can't wait but I'm gonna unwrap her slow
Oh yeah we're gonna have a ball
And we'd like to wish you all...
A naughty naughty Christmas and a dirty dirty new year
Naughty naughty Christmas, feelin' peace and all the good cheer
If you haven't got someone you love, love someone you're near
And have a naughty naughty Christmas this year
Alice woke in the middle of the night to find that Hatter wasn't in bed with her. She stretched and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before padding into the living room. She knew where she'd find him – sitting on the living room floor with his back against the sofa, watching the Christmas tree lights blink on and off. He was fascinated by it.
"Hey," she mumbled, sitting next to him and resting her head on his shoulder. "Can't sleep?"
Hatter wrapped his arm around her, drawing her closer. "I've been thinking. About Santa Claus."
Alice grinned. "We talked about that, remember?"
"Yeah. I know he's not real. Just thinking about the naughty and nice bit." Hatter sighed. "If we'd had Santa in Wonderland, I'd never have gotten gifts."
Alice put her hand on Hatter's stubbly cheek, turning him to face her. She rested her forehead on his, her hand moving back to stroke through his unruly hair.
"You've been nothing but nice to me," she said. "I think that helps balance things out."
"I've done things I'm not proud of," Hatter whispered. "Terrible things."
"That's all in the past, Hatter. How many times did you save my life? Do you have any idea how many times you've saved it since you came here?"
Hatter shrugged. "From what? Lecherous cab drivers?"
"You saved me from loneliness. You saved me from becoming a solitary, bitter old cat lady. You keep me sane when I need it, and help me be crazy when I need that." Alice pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Everyday that you're with me is a miracle. You're my present this year, Hatter."
Hatter looked at her, his eyes bright, and then he pulled her into a crushing embrace, kissing her deeply. As his tongue stroked teasingly over hers, Alice could feel a fire growing inside her. One thing she'd forgotten to put on her list – how Hatter made her feel so damn desirable and sexy, made her want him every second of every day.
"Hatter," Alice moaned. He kissed his way down her neck and across her collarbone, one hand sliding up under her sleep shirt to cup her breast and run his thumb over her nipple.
"My Alice," he breathed across her skin, sending up gooseflesh. "My sweet Alice. You saved me as well."
Hatter laid her back on the carpet and pushed her shirt up to gain clear access to her breasts. He pulled her nipple into his mouth, nipping it gently and running his tongue over the erect peak. Alice grabbed hold of his hair with both hands, guiding him to the other breast. The lights from the Christmas tree danced over their skin, red and blue and green.
"You're so beautiful," Hatter murmured. He left a burning trail of nips and kisses down her sternum and over her rib cage. Alice could feel her bones turning to jello. Just the sound of his voice could do that sometimes, the way his accent thickened as his desire for her grew. It was never just sex with him; it was love and worship and ownership.
Alice felt a momentary chill when Hatter slid her lace panties off, and then he warmed her with his breath. The sensation sent a bolt of heat up her spine and she opened her legs wider to give him access. There was no part of her body that Hatter didn't devote his full attention to, no part of her that went unloved.
"Ohhhh…Hatter…" Alice moved her hips in rhythm with his tongue. He slid two fingers inside her and she arched up, moaning his name over and over. The pressure built as Hatter licked the length of her, stroking her with his fingers as well as his tongue.
The orgasm washed over her and she gripped the carpet with both hands, holding on while everything inside her shattered and reformed. Hatter kept hold of her hips, his mouth still moving over her to draw out every bit of pleasure he could. When Alice came back to earth, her heart was pounding in her chest and her insides felt completely liquidated.
"I love watching you come," Hatter said. He kissed down her legs, nipping at her ankles, and lavished each toe with attention. Alice closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her. He was coming back up now, kissing her knees, her thighs, her bellybutton.
"I love you," Alice sighed. She pulled Hatter all the way up and captured his lips in her own. The kiss alone was enough to relight the spark of desire in her, and she pulled Hatter's t-shirt over his head. He was gorgeous, all lean muscle. Alice trailed her hands down his back, pausing as always to trace the old scars there. Hatter nuzzled her neck, then helped her get her own shirt off. There was nothing between them now but his flannel pants. Alice ran her hand down the front of them, grinning when she felt how hard he already was. She knew she could get him harder.
"Oi!" Hatter protested as Alice easily flipped him over on his back.
"My turn," Alice purred. Hatter fisted one hand in her hair, pulling her down for a kiss that nearly made her come undone right there. She pulled away and kissed Hatter's neck. He liked things a bit rougher than she did, and so she used more teeth; his growl of pleasure made her throb with desire.
Alice pulled off the flannel pants, freeing his erection. She caught her breath at the sight of him stretched out there on the floor, his skin seeming to glow in the lights from the tree. She wondered if there would ever be a time when that long, lean, muscled body wouldn't turn her into a mostly incoherent puddle of goo. She sincerely hoped not.
She mimicked Hatter's earlier actions, kissing up his legs. She swirled her tongue behind his knee, which made him jump; he was extremely ticklish there. Her lips were everywhere but where he wanted them and she grinned at the frustrated noises he was making.
"Say it, Hatter," she teased, straddling him without touching. He put his hands on her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples.
"Put your mouth on me," he groaned. "I want my cock in your mouth."
Alice removed the space between them, so that her sex was pressed along the hard length of him. Hatter grabbed her hips, grinding himself into her wetness. It was enough to send Alice off again, gasping for breath as another orgasm rocked through her. When she regained her senses, she was draped across Hatter's chest.
"I'm feeling a bit neglected, love," Hatter said with a grin.
"Your own fault for being so damn sexy," Alice retorted. She slid off of him and tucked herself into his side, her back to him. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and knew without looking that his eyes had rolled back in his head. She stroked him one, twice, three times before ducking her head and licking up the length of him.
"Alice…"
She loved the contrast of smooth, silky skin and steely hardness, and showed her appreciation by taking him as far into her mouth as she could. Hatter's narrow hips bucked up as she started to suck, grazing him lightly with her teeth in the way that made him shiver.
Hatter's right hand moved up and down her back, and reached down to cup her ass. Alice couldn't help shifting, opening her legs and allowing Hatter to reach under and stroke her clit. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before taking him deep again, her hand firmly stroking what she could not fit in her mouth.
"Alice…oh Alice…"
That was a familiar cue, and Alice increased her speed. She grazed him with her teeth again, a bit harder this time, and he exploded in her mouth. Hatter's back arched, his toes curled, and he hissed her name out between clenched teeth. Alice used her hand to draw out as much cum as she could, swallowing it and giving his cock another few swipes of her tongue.
She made to move back around, but Hatter shoved his fingers up into her and she squeaked in surprise. She bent over, on her hands and knees now, and rocked back into Hatter's hand. He had long, nimble fingers and he knew how to use them. It wasn't long before he was making her cum again, her back bowed.
"That's three, love," Hatter said with a lazy grin. Alice lay down at his side, wrung out. They were both covered with a thin sheen of sweat, making them glint and gleam under the Christmas tree lights.
"I didn't know you were keeping score," Alice panted.
"Feel like one more?"
Alice tried to protest, to tell Hatter that she didn't have enough energy right now to even blink, but he silenced her with a kiss. It was a soft, slow kiss, and Hatter fully explored her mouth with his tongue. He didn't touch her anywhere else, didn't send his hands roving, and Alice suddenly found that she did have some extra energy after all.
She pulled Hatter down on top of her, running her hands over whatever skin she could reach, and whimpering deep in her throat when he finally relented and stroked his hands down her hips. Alice arched up, begging for more without breaking the kiss. Hatter reached down between them and positioned himself at her opening. Alice whimpered again and he thrust forward, burying himself in her.
"Oh, God…" Alice said, throwing her head back. Hatter braced himself with one hand and lifted Alice's hips with the other. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"You feel so good," Hatter moaned. He dipped his head down to take a nipple in his mouth. Alice put one hand on Hatter's arm, and the other in his hair, pulling him back into a kiss. She swallowed his moans, and gave him hers. She came first, her cries muffled by Hatter's mouth. Another thrust, two, three, and then Hatter joined her.
They lay in a heap of sweaty, tangled limbs. Alice gasped for breath and waited for feeling to come back to her extremities. Hatter mumbled something that Alice couldn't make out, nor could she drum up the interest just at the moment. If she'd only known the sex was going to be this good, she would've had him that night in the Forest of Wabe while Charlie snored away in his hammock. Things certainly would've turned out differently if she had, she was sure.
Hatter rolled over, draping an arm across Alice's waist and laying his head on her shoulder. "Mmmmm."
"You got that right," Alice agreed. She pushed damp tendrils of hair off his forehead and placed a kiss there. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Hatter murmured. "You know what?"
"What?"
"I don't want to be nice. Naughty seems to be paying off pretty good, yeah?"
Alice laughed. "Merry Christmas, my Hatter."
"Merry Christmas, sweet Alice."
They fell asleep there on the living room floor, bathed in the glow of the blinking Christmas tree lights, each secure in the knowledge that the best present they'd be getting that year was each other.
AN: My hubby heard this song on the radio coming home from work the other day, and I thought it would be perfect for a little fic. Since I've already done a fluffy Christmas fic and an angsty Christmas fic, here's your smutty Christmas fic. LOL! A little something for everyone!
