Damaged People: The Last Waltz

Chapter Three:

Golden Dance

When he was in her arms, those dark, melancholy storm clouds that plagued his soul incessantly were jettisoned away; her sun-like light filling in all the empty spaces left behind. Alice must have felt something too, for not long afterwards, she shifted her legs in such a manner that could only speak of arousal. Almost as if in tandem, he jerked when he felt himself 'react accordingly'. The Hatter hadn't even known he could get that hard!

Alice turned herself so she was sitting on the Hatter's pelvis, now that both of them had become conscious of the other's arousal. A desperate, whining whimper suddenly made its self known between them. Alice thought it odd that she couldn't feel it vibrate her vocal cords, until she realized the Hatter had made the sound. Alice looked down to see him looking up at her with eyes fogged over in lust. He reached up and clutched at her arms to steady himself, as if he were trying to remain grounded somehow. Again the sound rent the air, and Alice was able to see his adorably attractive expression this time around. She grinned devilishly, recalling how she fancied herself the prince of the tale, and he the princess. How true it was now!

Alice grew bolder every second watching the rapid rise and fall of the Hatter's slight chest. His ribcage visible even through his shirt, and the thought of how the rest of him would look drove her practically crazy with lust. She pressed down on the Hatter's hips, hearing him take in a sharp breath, but kept from even brushing against the erection straining his pants. He had tensed in anticipation, and now fell back against the mattress, looking like he had been denied heaven.

"Soon." Alice said, giving the Hatter a look that said he'd get what he needed in due time. She leaned forward, still avoiding his hardness, and he flushed as he felt her breasts pushing up against his chest. He tried to stammer something about propriety, but it was too late now, wasn't it? Truthfully, he didn't want this sweet torture to end… But he needed some sort of friction; he knew she wouldn't let him buck up into her. So, in desperation, he removed his hands from Alice's arms and tickled her sides with his thin, practiced fingers.

Alice was laughing nonstop, even as she jerked around to get away. He was tickling her halfway to lunacy, and it had gotten him what he wanted, and she hadn't suspected. Well, she hadn't suspected until she finally figured out what exactly was sliding against her backside. For having such a skeletal frame, he was certainly well-endowed! When her moans outdid her laughter he let up on her, confident she had gotten the point.

Their clothes were shed without preamble; neither had the will to hold off any longer. They stayed the way they were, with Alice on top, for it seemed the only way that felt right. The Hatter's hands shot up to support her firm thighs as she positioned herself and lowered herself onto him. Alice gasped, feeling filled body and soul for the first time since she left Wonderland.

The combined heat from their joining had reawakened the Hatter's body, though in two opposing ways. The most troubling was that the long dormant clockwork-parts of his body had started up again. He could feel time ticking down on his various internal mechanisms, the cogs and wheels turning inevitable towards…towards what? Hatter wondered what it all meant. But it didn't matter, he couldn't stop- wouldn't stop. Alice had also stirred up the Hatter's forlorn and long forgotten heart. Hatter could deal with that unknown, if only to spend this remaining time with Alice… And he was happily aware of what that meant, at least.

These conflicting thoughts foiled each other to reach a confusing and frustrating crescendo. Hatter abandoned that train of thought, as well as all others (save about what he was doing at this blesséd instant) altogether.

Soon, their instinct overcame their minds, they only communicated with growls, mewls, and more of those heart-wrenching whines and whimpers on the Hatter's part. Towards their mutual climax, they regained enough humanity to think, to speak.

'Life is glowing inside you and me… for time is a river winding into nowhere- we must live while we can!' the Hatter thought, desperately trying to convey his words through his eyes… yet Alice understood.

"Ah- the golden dance life could be-" he said aloud, content with all things for now, though he knew it wouldn't last. Even despite being ridden wildly for there might be no tomorrow, he could still talk coherently, which was more than Alice could do at the moment. She still threw herself up and down almost violently, yet Alice's gasping for air from her wild laughter had long since turned to gasping from being sheerly, entirely, and unconditionally overwhelmed. She felt surrounded and consumed; Alice could only imagine how the Hatter felt- especially since she was the one surrounding and consuming him!

They were close to each other like never before; close to completion, and close to tipping over and tumbling across the edge. Clutching at their mutual depravity, they experienced their 'little deaths' simultaneously. Alice's was with a throaty, soul-releasing sigh… while Hatter's body was ticking as though he had a bomb for a heart. The ticking led up to his body's mechanics letting out an unabashed crow of, "Cuckoo- cuckoo!" as well as basically shutting down in fits and jerks to collapse underneath her in a boneless-looking heap. At the same instant, all of the various clocks in the room burst out in chimes, clanging, and chirping thirteen times as if in some mutual salute to both of them.

Despite all the racket, they both were able to hear the other whisper,

"If you hold me… I'll let you into my dream…"

The statement-promise earned enough puzzling over what it meant for all of a mere moment before they each succumbed to sleep's sweet, luring lull.