A/N: Ok back to Roach and Alice now. If you guys want me to write a long fic about them you need only ask.
It had been one week and Roach still hadn't touched Alice. It wasn't that he didn't want to and it wasn't like Alice didn't want to touch him, the opportunity just hadn't come up. Roach's week was full of doctor's appointments, dentist appointments, and visits to relatives and Messenger. Alice's week had been filled with what her so called real parents referred to as quality time. it consisted of trying to take her out into the world and doing what they considered fun activities. The museum hadn't been so bad because they went there on an early weekday morning when it was almost empty and she had learned about people in other parts of the world. The fabric store was Ok too, not many people and plenty of new fabrics. Clothes shopping was out though, too big and too many people. Currently she was sitting next to Roach on his couch watching TV with his little brother and his sisters. This was too many people too.
"Roach?" whispered Alice leaning back into his chest. Roach reached out and put his arms around her shoulder. This was nice, perfect except for the presence of his siblings as they watched Lucy attempt to make wine by crushing grapes under her feet. It looked like fun.
"Yeah?" said Roach quietly into her ear. She shuddered and made an almost undetectable sound. She was promptly shushed by Morgan, Trysta, Dottie.
"Too many people." Whispered Alice. Donna gave them both a look and then scooted away from them. Roach took Alice's hand in his, his thumb rubbing across the top of her hand. He got up and she followed as he led her to her room. Morgan jumped up and laid down across their former places on the couch.
"Hey, you don't get to lay down!" Dottie's voice could be heard as they made their way up that stairs. Roach led her to the door of his and Morgan's bedroom. Before she could say anything he put a finger over her lips and then kissed her deeply, like adults. The want was back after a week of lying low, just at the back of their minds. Alice reached over and hooker held arms around Roach's neck pulling herself up over to him. They were close now, very close. He reached behind her and opened the door. They broke apart long enough the negotiate their way into the bedroom, past the sheet which divided the room between him and Morgan, and led her down to his bed. She laid down, her hair making a silky pillow around her. She sat up and held his hand, her eyes filled with want and trust. He sat next to her, the bed creaking underneath his thin frame.
"Roach, remember what you said, the day we escaped? You know, before you jumped out the window so your body could break my fall?" said Alice breathing heavily. Roach nodded slowly.
"Well, I love you too. I just thought you should know that. I love you and I trust you more than anyone else in the world." Said Alice. He watched her face, her eyes, she wasn't lying. He felt a sort of a warmth growing within himself, a longing for her. He wanted her right then and there in a way he had never thought possible. He held her by the side of her face and kissed her as deeply as someone with their tongue cut out could do.
"Oh Roach." Said Alice breaking away from him for air. She felt like she had just finished running for her life. She was breathing heavily, sweating, but a feeling of warmth and perfection coursed through her. she leaned over and kissed him while, acting purely on instinct, put her tongue tentatively into his mouth. He froze. This was new. Amazing. Alice became a bit bolder, kissing him deeply as she had seen her big sister do to boys on occasion. The inside of his mouth tasted like…cranberry sauce. It was warm and odd, feeling what was left of his tongue against her.
"(I love you.)" said Roach before working on her neck. He kissed her there, little lingering kisses that made her toes curl and her thighs rub together. He kissed and sucked at her neck, trying not to leave any marks. He kissed down her neck and passed her collar bone as he unbuttoned her dress down the front. He looked at her for permission.
"H-Here." Said Alice. She took her hands away from around her and unbutton the front of her dress all the way down. Roach took in a shuddery breath as he saw her breasts for the first time, encased in a white lacy bra. He just sort of sat there, staring like he was privy to some secret she was sharing with him. Alice worried. Why wasn't he doing or saying anything. Was she ugly? Did he not want to? He looked like he wanted to see her that way just a minute ago. Nobody but Mommy, real mother, and Debbie had ever seen her in any state of undress and it had never been like this. Roach reached out a shaky hand put on second thought pulled it back. It was like he was standing at the end and the beginning of something at the same time. He remembered what Donna said and he watched her face for her reaction.
"Please, touch me." Said Alice softly. Roach obliged her, tentatively running his hands down her chest stopping just short of her breasts. He barely touched the top when Alice gasped and arched her back. suddenly his hands were filled with those wonderful, amazing, mounds of flesh. She moaned in a way he had never heard her moan before. He wasn't sure want to do now, Messenger's awkward and stilted but thorough lectures focused on what to do below the waist. He felt her nipples through her bra and experimentally ran his thumb across them making her gasp and squirm but in a good way.
"That's nice." Said Alice. She felt like she was positively on fire with wanting now. She continued to rub her thighs together, it felt sort of good. There was a wetness there which she assumed was sweat. Roach was touching her breasts while he kissed her neck now. This was so bad, so dirty, so sinful, and she loved it. She imagined Mommy now, just her, locked behind some glass case like the fish in the fish tank at home. She would be screaming at Alice, threatening her, telling her how bad she was. There was nothing she could do. Nothing at all she could do from stopping Alice from feeding into the fire she and Roach had started. She leaned completely against the wall now, letting Roach continue on with what he was doing.
"(Alice.)" said Roach. He wanted to say more, so much more, but his thoughts were all jumbled in his head like a jigsaw puzzle. He felt a familiar ache between his legs but did nothing about it. This was only for Alice so it was alright. She looked happy, blissful even. He wondered if she was feeling the same way he was. How did girls feel during this? For him it was a need to touch, to move, to move within her. She was rocking back and forth moving her thighs together. He was dubious of Messenger's claims of girls liking it, from what he had seen in the cellar they had never looked like Alice did right there. Well, Headbanger maybe but he hadn't been watching her and Messenger too closely. He wondered…if she didn't like this he's apologize, never do it again, and then make her a present. He took a shaking hand away from her breast and to her warm, smooth thigh. He watched her as she pushed his hand ever so slowly up her dress. Alice felt the heat between her legs increase every second that Roach spent lingering around there. She knew it was her bad place, even if Debbie said it wasn't, she was conflicted about letting Roach touch her there. She remembered what Debbie had said, she wasn't one hundred percent about this. She didn't want him to stop though. She just didn't want him to think she was bad. But every girl had that and the feelings that went with it, according to Debbie, and Debbie hadn't lied to her. It was Mommy who had been lying all those years. She took his hand and pushed it all the way up her dress until he was touching her there. They didn't move for what felt like years but was, in reality, only a few seconds.
"Please, David. Touch me there." Said Alice more sure of this than she had ever been of anything in her life. Roach reached for the band of her underwear and slowly pulled them down to her weak and shaky knees. He reached a tentative hand into her wetness. He then tried to recall everything Messenger had ever told him about touching girls there while simultaneously not thinking about how Messenger learned how to do this. He focused his attention onto the nubby thing between her legs watching her face as he experimentally touched it.
"Oh my God!" said Alice almost loud enough for someone to hear her. This was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was like there was a storm within her gaining strength with each touch of his disproportionately long fingers. She way laying down now, her breath coming up hitched and deep. She rocked back and forth against his hand, making noises she had never known she could make.
"Don't stop! For the love of God don't stop." Begged Alice as she felt every part of her catch fire. She could hear the little squelches that came with every stroke of his fingers, hear his own breathing coming out deep and hitched. She took in a deep, shuddery breath and closed her thighs around his hand. It felt like she had exploded, but in a good way.
"Thank you." Said Alice softly as she sat up again. She pulled her soaking wet underwear back up and just leaned against him. She watched the storm of emotions play across his face. He looked at her, really looked at her like he had never seen her before, and kissed her.
"(You're welcome.)" said Roach simple still not comprehending that he had made Alice come. He shifted a bit, his own pants having become uncomfortably sticky in the process of taking Alice to the heights of pleasure.
"Roach?" asked Alice tentatively, her thoughts still a mess after what had happened. She felt a little bit selfish, not making Roach feel good in return.
"Yeah?" asked Roach quietly still taking everything in. She loved him, she had said so. She loved him and he had made her come.
"Can I touch you? There?" asked Alice. Roach looked right into her eyes, into her very soul. He shook his head no.
"Only for you." Wrote Roach. Letting Alice touch him would put this into bad territory. He'd never use her like that. He laid Alice down and then himself next to her and they took an afternoon nap still basking in the glow of what they had done.