This might be the last update for a week. I'm going on holiday. Yay! Xxx

I woke up and had to blink a few times to realise I was in mine and Tarrant's bed back in our house. I shut my eyes again and relaxed. It felt like a normal day. I didn't feel any different. Nothing seemed to. The curtains blocked out any light from the window, so I had no idea what time it was.

I dragged myself out of bed and opened the door to the hallway.

"Tarrant!" I called.

"Up here!" He called back from his work room.

Well obviously he was there. Nothing was odd at all. We would continue to live our lives normally. I sighed in relief.

I opened the door and gasped. For the room was filled with countless dresses. All different colours, different patterns, but all beautiful. I touched and caressed the material of on of the dresses closest to me.

"Tarrant, they're wonderful!"

He stopped working and turned around. He smiled delightfully, but there was something different. It didn't reach his eyes. I felt a prick of panic rising inside me, but I ignored it and toward Tarrant, wrapping my arms around his frame and holding myself close to him.

"I'm glad you like them." He said softly in my ear. "Because they're all for you."

I pulled back to look him in the face.

"All of them? Really?" My shocked expression turned into a smile. "But why?"

He gently stroked my cheek.

"Do I have to have a reason to gift the woman I love?"

I laughed and pressed his hand to my face.

"No, but there usually is. When the gift is this big! I mean, how long have you been up here."

I looked around the room again, but when I looked back, his eyes were down and his expression solemn.

"I've been up here since we got back." He said quietly.

"Why?" I asked. My voice held some trepidation and I felt the presence of foreboding suddenly become more pronounced in my body.

When he finally looked up, his eyes held tears and my heart sprang for him.

"Why? Because when you forget me, when you don't know who I am any more, I'll know there'll still be a piece of me with you and maybe, just maybe, a part of you will remember that there's someone out there that loves you so much, more than his own life."

"Tarrant-"

He put his fingers over my mouth.

"No, let me finish… I made all these dresses for you to remember me by, but I also have something I want you to have."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. All I did was stare at it. The band was dull gold, complimented with emeralds the colour of the rings in Tarrant's eyes. There was a large emerald in the centre, not too big, not too small. It had two smaller stones either side of it and smaller ones worked into the band. It was, truly, one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen.

"I…I…It's beautiful." Was all I could muster.

He looked so afraid. Tears were still in his eyes and I fought my hardest to keep them out of mine, but it was no use. I would forget him. My Hatter. I was helpless to the effects of the poison and that made me so angry with myself, because it would be my weakness that caused us to be torn apart.

My head shot back up to his face, tears running freely down my cheeks now.

"No! I won't forget you. I won't!" I said desperately.

He smiled a sad smile.

"You won't remember me."

That struck a memory. When I was leaving wonderland after slaying the Jabberwocky, he had said that to me, but I had remembered, I'd come back to him. I wouldn't this time. The memory loss was definite, or could I beat it. I had thought slaying the Jabberwocky was impossible, but I managed that. Six impossible things, Alice.

I looked at him until his eyes met mine, before slamming my lips onto his. Our tongues entwined and we grasped at each others bodies desperately. I somehow managed to pull my lips from his, but he kept his on my body, trailing kisses down my neck. Still panting, I placed a hand on the back of his head while my other was pressed against his chest.

"Then give me something to remember." I whispered.

And as if to illustrate my point, I pulled at the colour of his shirt.

I heard a sharp intake of breath and he froze, his lips ever so slightly brushing against my neck.

"Are you sure?" His breath was hot against my skin and it tingled at the feeling.

I nodded. "Yes."

He straightened up and smiled down at me. I returned it happily. Slowly, I wound my hands around the back of his neck and pressed my body closer to his. I leaned in, but stopped an inch from his lips, waiting for him to close the small space between us. He did so with a passionate force and kissed me like he had never kissed me before. My lips curled upwards as he picked me up, like he had done a year ago and carried me into our bedroom, only this time; it wasn't for me to sleep. In fact, I doubt we'd do any sleeping tonight.

He kicked open the door with such forced it almost came of its hinges. I laughed and pulled away, both of us panting slightly. He leaned in again and captured my lips. I shut my eyes and smiled. My hand reached around him, grabbed the still quivering door and shut it.

I don't do steamy sex scenes, so you'll just have to use your imagination. ;)

xxx