Oh my gosh, I haven't updated in weeks!!! I am so, so, SO sorry about that! Had major writers block and a bunch of freaking test at school to study for so....yeah. Sorry!

There is a bit of sexual content in this. (I know some of you were just dying for it! Naughty! ^^)

Anyways, Enjoy!

Alice awoke with a warm, fuzzy feeling in her stomach. She had a very interesting dream; someone, she didn't know who, had kissed her. Or she had kissed him. She lifted her hand and touched her lips. It felt so real…

She closed her eyes and began to fall back asleep…

I wonder where Tarrant is…

She jolted up with a gasp. The memories came at her like a flood; she remembered that he was covered in blood. The soldier's blood…his cries of misery…and that crazed look on Tarrant's face…

Alice shuddered and pushed those memories out of her head. She threw the covers off of her and stood up. She glanced down at herself and gave an annoyed groan. Her blue dress was splattered with blood. She had to take it off but she couldn't run around in naked. A crimson tint spread across her pale cheeks, she suddenly wondered what Tarrant would think if she…

No, Alice! Bad! Bad Alice!

But the urge to do so was so tempting…

There was a knock at the door and Alice jumped. "Alice?" It was Thackery; his voice was filled with concern.

"Y-Yes?" She answered.

"May I come in? Are you decent?"

"Yes, you may come in."

Thackery peered in, his ears fell in front of his eyes and he made a quick move to push them aside. "I was wondering…" He said, "If perhaps…you had seen…Hatter."

Alice tilted her head in confusion. "Isn't he here?"

"No. We haven't seen him, not since he brought you back here." He answered, worry seeping into his voice, "We thought that you had seen him."

"I haven't seen him since…" She trailed off.

"Oh."

There was a very awkward silence between them until Alice finally said, "Shall I go look for him then?"

Thackery smiled. "If you wouldn't mind."

"Of coarse not!" Alice said with a smile, "I'd be happy to." Even though I'm covered in blood.

She stood up and put on her shoes. Thackery led her to the door and on her way out he whispered softly, "Be careful, Alice."

She turned and nodded. "I will." Then resumed walking.

Alice searched for what felt like hours until she spotted a head full of electric orange curls. Tarrant was sitting on the ground next to a lake, leaning against a dead tree. His beloved hat was sitting on his right next to him along with his coat.

She slowly made her way over to him until she was standing next to the tree. His head turned her way slightly and she knew that he knew that she was there. She walked around the tree and carefully sat down on his left. She brought her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs. The wind began to blow gently, the cool air felt nice against her warm cheeks; her long, blond hair swayed with the wind and as did her blood soaked skirts.

Tarrant watched her out of the corner of his eye. He desperately wanted to bury his hands in her silky hair but then he would disturb her and she looked way too peaceful. His long, pale fingers curled up into a fist until his knuckles turned a light pink; His ragged nails bit into the palms of his hands.

Suddenly, Alice's small, soft hand gently grabbed his large, rough hand. She uncurled his fingers and began to study his hand. She placed her tiny hand against his, comparing them. Of course, his were much larger than hers so his long fingers curled over the tips of her fingers. He intertwined their fingers and pulled her closer to him. Alice straightened her legs and leaned her head against his shoulder.

She smiled warmly when he buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment they were having. Her little heart practically slammed against her ribcage and her cheeks were probably bright red. She had never been this close to a man other than her father. It was not well looked upon when a young woman was in a position like this with a man who wasn't her husband. But she didn't care.

Her father would have a fit but she didn't care.

Her Aunt would lecture her until her ears fell off but she didn't care.

She just…didn't care.

It felt so right and nice that she didn't want to think about what people back home would think; She just wanted to enjoy the moment with her Hatter.

Her Hatter…

I wish that he was mine. She thought slowly. He makes me feel so…warm and fuzzy. Is this what its like to be…in love? Alice was sure that her cheeks turned at least five shades of red when she thought that. She inwardly shook her head. No, I'm not in love with him.

Yet.

She glanced up at him and smiled. He eyes closed and his face was so peaceful. He was asleep. It wasn't until then that she noticed that one of his eyelids was teal while the other was fuchsia. They were good colors for him; they made his extremely pale face seem brighter. Tarrant suddenly shifted until his face was pressed into the alcove of her neck. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine and his long, strong arm wrapped around her tiny waist.

I should wake him… She thought. Oh, but I don't want to!

She decided against waking him and shifted into a more comfortable position where his head now rested on her chest and his limbs were intertwined with hers. She wrapped her arm around him; stoking his bright, silky hair, she began to sing a song that her aunt said her mother used to sing to her father.

Love is so strange

And sometimes so hard

Never, I thought

I would make it this far

I thank you so much

For searching for me

The feel of your touch

It fills me with glee

Forever and ever

I will show you my love

Forever and eternity

I tell you this much

With just one touch

You make me feel weak

My body begins to tingle

And my heart skips a beat

My life is so random

Sometimes I feel shame

But as long as I'm with you

I will never complain

Now in the years to come

Our youthfulness shall fade

But our memories and love

Shall always remain the same

With this being said

I give you my heart

Together forever

"Til death do us part"

Alice felt Tarrant smiled against her neck. "Your Mother used to sing that."

Her eyes widened. "How do you know that?"

"Because I knew her. I knew she loved to sing." He replied, "She had a voice that could make angels weep."

Alice felt the sting of fresh tears in her eyes. "I wouldn't know. She died after I was born."

He was silent for a moment then he said, "You look like her and you act like her. She was very kind and understanding. She wasn't quick to judge people and she only saw the good in people, never the bad."

Alice smiled. She had inherited that from her mother too. Like with Tarrant, she only saw a sweet, broken soul. Not a monster. He was a good man but something made him as mad as a hatter. Something told Alice that her dear friend wasn't like this a long time ago. He was kind and gentle, not cruel and bloodthirsty.

She buried her face in his curls and inhaled. He had musky smell that was mixed with the smell of tea. It was a intoxicating aroma and it made Alice feel woozy. A bloodthirsty man didn't smell intoxicating. She kissed his forehead, feeling him tense then relaxed against her, and then she licked her lips. Elderberries. His skin tasted like Elderberries. She wondered suddenly if his lips tasted like Elderberries too.

Tarrant, as if he knew what she was thinking about, gently brushed his lips against her neck. When she shivered and began to tremble, he grinned happily and again brushed his lips against her skin. Alice tilted her neck back and he immediately kissed her neck. She let out a soft gasp, clutching at him. He pulled her closer to him and then laid her down on her back on the cool ground. He crawled slowly up until he was face to face with her.

She gulped. "Tarrant…"

His lips came down on hers as soon as his name left those beautiful, soft lips. She parted her lips and his darted in, twirling and clashing with hers. She wiggled her hips against his then parted her legs. He let out a groan when he felt the friction of her rubbing against him. He pressed his narrow hips into hers, earning a soft gasp. She wanted him too. He could feel it.

She arched her hips into his and finally he felt his control snap. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his hips, earning a soft moan from his beautiful Alice. His long hands wandered up her legs, under her dress until he found what he was looking for. Gently, he pressed his thumb against her clitoris. She cried out loudly and arched against him again. He growled low in his throat, those lovely green eyes of his instantly turned a deep reddish color. With one hand gently rubbing her clitoris, he took the other and practically shredded her dress so he could get to her breast. When her chest was finally bare to him, he took one in his mouth and gave a long, hard suck. She cried out again, burying her hands in his hair.

"Please don't stop!" She cried out, "Don't ever stop!"

Tarrant grinned. He had no intention of ever stopping. He ripped her dress in half, exposing her fully to him. Embarrassed, she attempted to cover herself up but he quickly grabbed her wrists and said roughly, "Don't hide yourself from me."

She lower her hands and nodded. Then she began to unbutton his vest and shirt; when she couldn't get the last few buttons on his shirt, she torn open his shirt, buttons flew every which way but he didn't really give a damn. He shrugged off his vest and shirt, letting them fall to the ground. When her little hands went at his trousers, he grabbed her wrists again.

"Are you sure?" He asked. If she said no then he'd die. If they stopped then he'd lose the last little shred of sanity he had left but…he had to asked. He didn't want to basically take her without knowing if she wanted this too.

His heart was filled with joy when she smiled and nodded. "I'm sure."

In a flash he had his trousers, underwear, socks, and shoes off. He also tore her socks and shoes off as well. Her hand trailed up his chest then down all the way to his navel and then, very gently, she brushed her long, finger down the entire length of him. He let out a choked gasp and quickly grabbed her hand, pinning it above her head where soon her other hand joined it. With one hand pinning her hands, he brought his other hand to her hip and positioned himself at her entrance. He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss before he whispered, "This will hurt, cricket. I'm sorry."

Then he very quickly buried himself inside her to the hilt. She whimpered softly, tears flowed down her cheeks. Tarrant wiped them away and kissed her gently. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He chanted over and over again.

Soon, the pain began to fade and she arched her hips into his. He groaned as he pulled out and then began to thrust back into her. She was so hot and wet. Like hot velvet, that's what she felt like. He couldn't get enough of her and he wanted nothing more than to pound into her like no tomorrow but he didn't want to hurt her or take her so brutally her first time…

Then she slammed her hips into his and clawed at his back. He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were half closed and full of lust and love, her breasts heaved with every breath she took, and the look on her face was a pleading one. She wanted him to take her brutally. Suddenly his eyes became black and he let go of her wrists, grabbing her waist. Alice placed her hands on his forearms and whined impatiently. He grinned and before she could tell him to hurry up, he pulled out and slammed back into her. She threw her head back and screamed in pleasure. Then he did it again. And again. And again. And again until she felt like she couldn't take anymore but she didn't want it to end because it felt so good. Tarrant reared back on his knees, lifting her up and probing her against the dead tree. He wrapped her legs around his waist and began to thrust into her so hard and fast that she screamed louder than she had ever screamed before.

It was starting to become to much for her and she felt something like a cord winding in her stomach until…

"TARRANT!!!"

She came hard and fast while Tarrant still pushed in and out of her. He was so close until with one last powerful thrust, he roared with satisfaction—

Tarrant's eyes flew opened. He looked around, he was still by the lake against the tree. But since when had the tree gotten so soft and warm… He looked up to see Alice with her head leaned back and a peaceful look on her beautiful face.

It was just a dream…He thought, unhappily. Just a dream…

Alice sighed in her sleep, pulling the Hatter closer to her. He smiled warmly and gently took her into his arms, heading for home.

It won't be just a dream for long…I'll make her scream my name soon. A large smile that could've put Chessur's to shame crossed his pale face. Soon, my darling Alice. Very soon…

Hoped you all liked it! I would really appericate some feedback on this! It's my first lemon so please be gentle!!! Love ya!