Chapter Seven:And the Winner Is...

Lucy walked purposefully to the dinning hall feeling extremely confident. Even while wearing one of the tiny form fitting dresses that the Cat had supplied for her.

She sauntered in and what she saw next made her waver for only a second.

The violet trace Lucy had seen in the King's hair was not just a trace anymore. It was a complete tint in his hair. She also saw that his clothes had more color to them than before; even his face seemed more lively and colorful.

Lucy quickly composed herself and walked on to her seat at the large table.

Cheshire, for the moment, had been preoccupied with his breakfast. Gobbling down a bowl of oatmeal, so when he looked up to smile his usual smile at Lucy he started coughing and sputtering uncontrollably.

As he thumped his fist against his chest Lucy grinned with satisfaction and started on her own breakfast.

When the Cat King finally got his food down he stared at Lucy, gaping. "W-wow Lucy you look...marvelous!"

Lucy looked up and smiled a sweet smile, "Thank you." She said and then lowered her eyes back to her meal.

Cheshire frowned. He hadn't expected this, he hadn't expected this at all! What he had expected her to do was to yell at him for last night or for stealing all her clothes.

Instead, there she sat. Wearing a very sexy dress and had even smiled at him… how… odd.

During the course of the meal Cheshire didn't take his eyes off of Lucy.

Every once in a while she'd look up and she would smile at him, or give him these little flirtatious looks and winks.

Strangely enough, it wasn't enticing him to flirt back. Instead, it made him feel very uneasy.

Very soon the other inhabitants of Wonderland had all gone their separate ways and now it was just Lucy and Cheshire. Alone.

Lucy gave an innocent smile in his direction. Which in turn made the King feel even more uncomfortable and suspicious. He was broken out of his suspicions when suddenly Lucy's foot began stroking up and down his leg.

A chill went all through his spine and the blood flow was, against his will, suddenly rushing south as she kept with her stroking. He gulped audibly. Not at all comfortable with the fact that she was turning the tables on him. However, the sensations she was causing were not all together unpleasant. Maybe he could still win after all. 'Smirk…'

Lucy smiled inwardly. Proud that she was making him noticeably uncomfortable.

'Payback's a bitch isn't it kitty?' She thought cheerily to herself.

Lucy looked up as she continued her little ministrations, hoping to find a blushing Cheshire looking back at her, what she saw made her freeze.

His eyes were dark. Very, frighteningly, dark and glued to her own. His signature smirk was back on his face, and he was leaning forward with his chin resting on his hands.

Lucy moved her foot quickly away from his leg; this was not the reaction she was expecting.

Cheshire stood up suddenly. His mouth still twisted into a smirk, and walked over to her chair.

She gulped and watched him as he drew closer and closer to her; soon he was right in front of her face.

'Oh… fuck…'

"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy…." Cheshire began, his face just inches from her own. "You've no idea what you've just started."

Lucy was shaking a little and gulped again. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about!" She shouted at him, glaring her usual glare.

"Oh ho ho….no, no, no, that's not going to work." He smirked at her. "You see…. now you've gotten me excited and I'm not going to just let you get away with it."

"What are you talking abou—"That's when her eyes drifted down to his pants and noticed the large bulge. Her head turned the completely opposite direction of looking at him. Her face completely red.

"Now you see…" He turned her head back around and crashed his lips into hers.

Lucy didn't even have time to react to the kiss when his tongue forced its way between her lips and snaked around her mouth and to the back of her throat.

Her face –if possible- turned an even darker shade of red and her eyes closed tight as his tongue danced in her mouth.

'It…actually isn't that bad…' She thought and then realized that he was winning once again. 'I can still beat him…'

Cheshire nearly jumped away when he felt her hand against his cheek. His eyes abruptly opened when he felt her tongue twist around his.

He let out a satisfied moan, but then hurriedly tried to stifle it. Too late, he felt her grin against his lips.

'And the winner is….'