Alice sat in the floor with her cup of tea, a small quilt tossed on her shoulders. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks as the fire warmed her hands. She felt increasingly sorry for ever leaving Underland. Everything was so wonderful there. Perhaps that was why she had called it Wonderland as a child. Never once, though, had she ever of rain in Underland. She questioned it silently as she sipped her tea. Tarrant, as she had just found out was her- no, she corrected herself- THE Hatter's name, had gone off to fetch the two some dry clothing. After all, it would not do the queen well to have a loud sniffling hatter in her castle while she was having a royal summoning.
Naturally, Alice's curiosity would entice her to explore and look around, but she was so very exhausted and it was hard to keep her little eyes open...
BANG! THUD! CRASH!
She snapped herself upright, having heard the series of loud noises followed by silence. She worried that the silence that followed may have been worse than anything else... She feared that Tarrant was hurt, but she made herself push the thought aside until she knew it was true. She set her cup down and climbed to her feet. Whatever could've happened? She reached the foot of the stairs and started up slowly, remembering how Tarrant had fled up them with a speedy pep in his step. The first stair groaned. She frowned. The stairs had been noiseless when the hatter had run up them. There was no way she weighed more than he did.
She held the railing as she went up the stairs. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally reached the top to find there was nothing really there, only a door. Slowly, she twisted the door knob and pushed the door open. She felt heat in her cheeks and her chocolate eyes absorbed the image in delight.
Tarrant stood in the room, his pale chest bare for her to marvel over. He wasn't bulging with muscles, but his lean body was still sexy. He lifted a shirt to examine it when he caught her gaze in the mirror. An attractive smirk crossed his dark lips and her cheeks grew hotter. "P-pardon!" She all but shouted and back out of the room, darting down the stairs and to her cup of tea.
Upstairs, the madman giggled to himself. Her red cheeks had been so cute. He had even thought about walking around shirtless, as he so often did while he was alone, to see if he could make her blush again. His giggling subsided as he remembered that this was not his Alice.
Sighing, he picked up one of his kilts and a pair of mismatching socks for her. He grabbed a shirt for her and went down the stairs to catch sight of her. She was leaned back, propping on her arms as if she were sunbathing. Her chest was pushed forward and her eyes were closed. Her blonde locks hung gently behind her shoulders. Her lush lips were slightly parted as she breathed in and out. His gaze slid down to her neck and for a moment he wondered what it would feel like against his fingertips. Her chest heaved up and down and it caused him to wonder what kind of reaction he would spark if he were to press his lips to her... No! He made himself stop before something rather inappropriate and noticeable occurred.
He took off his hat as he sat in the floor next to her. He sat cross-legged and placed his hat in his lap, then offered her the clothes with a gentle smile. She thanked him and stood up, taking the clothes.
He watched her swaying hips as she walked back to the stairs. Tarrant sighed again. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. 'No.' He thought. Once more he reminded himself that this was no more than a figment of his imagination.
He thought of her by the fire again. He wondered if the skin of her breasts were as flawless as her lovely face, or as soft as her fingers. He closed his eyes. He could almost see her, looking at him from beneath her eyelashes in the most seductive way... His pants grew tight. Tarrant winced and moved his hat a little.
Alice returned and sat next to him. "Thank you for the clothes." She said a little timidly.
Tarrant smiled, "It was no problem at all. Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," She smiled.
"I imagine you should try to sleep," Tarrant whispered to her as he stared into the fire, trying his hardest not to imagine her again.
Alice nodded and laid down, her body shivering under her quilt. "I shall fetch you another quilt." He mumbled to her.
He returned with two blankets to find her curled up in front of the fire. She had balled her other blanket up and put it under her head. He knelt down and covered her up again, "Goodnight Alice," He whispered and kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams."
He lies down next to her and put his arm around her waist, inhaling the scent of her blonde locks. He didn't care is she wasn't real anymore. He was going to enjoy her company.
Her closeness was intoxicating as he smuggled into her hair, holding her tight.
