A.N.: Time to make up for all the slowness of their relationship! :D

I know a certain kbird213 that will simply adore this chapter.

"Shall we go to bed, Alice, dear?" Alice heard Tarrant whisper in her ear. She was lying in his arms on the sofa. She stifled a moan as Tarrant started placing light kisses on her neckline. It felt like hours ago that they confessed to each other, and had spent the time since ever so wisely.

"I do believe that's the best idea you've ever had," Alice said, griping his hand tightly as he resorted to sucking and nibbling on the delicate flesh to get a rise out of her; she let out a low moan, and turned her neck to an odd angle to meet his lips.

She was, however, dead tired due to not sleeping at all last night. She had been up worrying she had done something to extremely upset Tarrant. She knew he hadn't slept at all either. She really didn't want to leave his arms, but, knew she would be right back in them once they got upstairs.

As she got up and walked up the stairs with Tarrant, she had an odd feeling in her stomach. It wasn't like the feeling she had when it was painful to touch him, but, she still could put her finger on it. She was incredibly nervous about how her life with Tarrant was going to change now, and what everyone else would think..

Also, the weather had changed last night.. Tarrant said that they would get moving on their plans to help the White Queen once the weather changed to something more bearable. It was pitch-black outside, but, she'd rather face that any day than all that snow.

Lost in her thoughts, it seemed but a moment until she was walking into the bedroom, the door being held open for her in a kind gesture by Tarrant. He walked in and shut the door. For a moment, she stood there, thinking awkwardly about what they were suppose to do.

It was there first night as a couple. Okay, it wasn't really night, just dark out. But still. She knew what couples did once they were married and all.. She felt like it was too soon for that, but, she didn't feel like he expected her just to get in bed and fall asleep like they used to. She finally decided to just follow Tarrant's lead.

She turned around and looked at him. She couldn't distinguish what expression he held in the dim light. She was momentarily thinking whether he had actually expected them to just get into bed and fall asleep like usual when he put his hand on the back of her neck, and pressed his lips to hers.

This was nothing compared to the types of kisses they were preforming downstairs, but, it felt almost better, in a way. It seemed the change of location gave their kisses a more.. well.. erotic feel. His signs of affection felt more private here, like a prized rare gift.

It may have been the sensuality of the kiss; possibly the way he was so warm in her arms; her longing to feel that heat more intensely, maybe. Whatever it was, it caused her to brake the kiss, and take his hand, leading him to the bed. They tessellated together again, and fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.

She had before decided that it was the better idea to just go with it; possibly if she had decided to put on the breaks, she wouldn't be feeling all the intense emotions that her current position was stirring up.

She could feel so much. Under any other circumstances she would feel like she would explode. She could feel her skin still burning were his lips had touched; his hand that was still clasped tightly in her own; the need to devour every inch of his flesh; the want to know exactly where he wanted to be touched; a burning heat radiating from somewhere in her stomach; multiple emotions swirling around her head; yet, she felt oddly content. She knew she was exactly were she was suppose to be. They each left one hand from each others grasp, as to be freely able to explore each others bodies.

They changed the position they were laying in, so he was sitting up, with Alice facing him on his lap. Alice didn't know much about the male anatomy, but she knew enough to know he had an erection; it was painfully jabbing her in the thigh. She had felt it before, of course, while they had been touching and kissing each other. She just hadn't worked up the courage to touch it. She swallowed hard, and brushed her hand against it;

Fire exploded from the head of Tarrant's erection, all the way down to his fingertips; he had been painfully hard for some time now. He instinctively bucked his hips upward at the sensation. He wondered if Alice had done it on accident, but right then she did it again.

The second time was much better. Alice let her hand stay there for a moment, rubbing his erection through the fabric. Tarrant let out an involuntary moan, and bucked his hips out even harder. It had felt so good; almost too good.

Of course, he was no amateur, he had pleasured himself quite a lot. But, never before had it felt exactly like this. Alice's eyes met his for a moment, and she whispered the words that sent chills running down his spine.

"May I?" She asked, without breaking eye contact. He could feel his face flush at the pure bluntness of the statement. Unable to find words, he simply nodded. "The fabric.. I can't g-get to it properly.." She mumbled immediately breaking the eye contact. He scrambled to get his pants off in a hurry, kicking them and his undershorts unceremoniously onto the floor.

Never before had he felt more self-conscious than when he sat there, everything in total view of Alice. Of course he trusted her completely, but, terrible thoughts were rushing through his mind. Alice silenced them completely by stroking the head experimentally.

He savored that small interaction for all it was worth, barely containing himself from bucking his hips up. Alice, apparently pleased by the reaction, found new courage and started working her hand up and down the shaft, experimenting with different pressures, and individually rubbing parts with her thumb. It seemed the most sensitive part by far was the head, which, when rubbed in circles could get a real rise out of him.

She made a mental note to the parts that made his hips buck, the parts that gained her a moan, and which would make him bite his lip. She was thoroughly enjoying giving him this pleasure, and was thinking of different ways she ought to stroke it when he grabbed her hand that she had been stoking him with.

His length was slick with precum, and she knew it was just a matter of time before this happened. She looked into his eyes, and he looked back.

"Please." Was all he was able to choke out, in the faintest whisper she had ever heard. That small plea nestled somewhere in her heart, and she felt a rush of affection towards Tarrant.

She moved her hand, and started rubbing the head in quick circles, with the pressure he seemed to like most. Tarrant could feel himself tightening, with that same queer feeling that something was about to happen; that something had to happen. His throbbing member was positively begging for release. He couldn't last more than a moment.

He grabbed Alice's free hand tightly with his own, and Alice pressed her lips to his; he gripped her hand as tightly as he could, while she kept rubbing away.

Finally, it happened. A warmth spread all throughout his body, as he felt his hot seed spill onto his abdomen. He shut his eyes, and saw white; he felt a sweet relief flood all over his body. The grip on Alice's hand quickly vanished, and he said nothing for awhile, basking in the afterglow;

All at once, he felt the tiredness of his orgasm and not sleeping last night hit him. Flooded with warm relief, he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, in a warm bed, with the woman he loved. And that, he did.