Chapter Five:And the Momeraths Out Grabe!
The smirk on the Cat's face was enough to make Lucy want to slap him. He was grinning like an idiot from ear to ear. They had landed with a loud thud on the marble floor, nose to nose, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis.
The whole room was silent.
The residents of Wonderland that surrounded them from the dinner were all gawking at the sight of their King with the newcomer. Lucy's face was red with embarrassment and her face was twisted into an evil glare as she looked into the eyes of the grinning Cheshire cat.
"Oh stop grinning you idiot feline!" She yelled and struggled to get into a sitting position. She had just managed to sit up straddling his waist when….
Her face turned crimson and she gasped loudly. Stopping abruptly when something hard was suddenly pressed against her womanhood. When she got over the shock she glared daggers at the man who was still smiling up at her. "You…wha-…you!" She got up and hurried quickly out of the room. Thoroughly embarrassed.
"Wait! Lucy wait!" Called out the Rabbit.
The Cat remained laying on the floor very content with himself. His arms crossed behind his head and his grin still wide on his face, "What a dinner that turned out to be!"
Lucy, meanwhile, was enraged. She still couldn't find her clothes, and the stupid idiots stupid grin was still very fresh in her mind. "Who does he think he is? Ugh, he's so…ugh!" She tore off the dress and crawled into bed in just her underwear, "Stupid Cat." She muttered before quickly falling asleep.
That night the Cat snuck down the hallway without a sound and he stopped right in front of the Rabbit and Lucy's room. His smirk was very plain on his face even in the darkness of the castle. He started to disappear, stripe-by-stripe, and very soon re-appeared in Lucy and the Rabbit's room.
He looked at the snoring Rabbit and gestured his hand. The Rabbit's mouth clamped shut. "That should keep him quiet…." He muttered.
He then turned his attention to Lucy.
He walked to her bedside and put his hand on her forehead. His mouth started moving very quickly but inaudibly. When he finished he took his hand off of her forehead and grinned a wide grin, "Well, let's just see how you feel about me in the morning…shall we dear?"
As he disappeared once more he sang low to himself. His voice however, still carried all throughout the castle.
"Twas brillig…and the slithy toves did gire and gimble in the wabe. All a memzy were the borogoves and the momrathes out grabe!"