Warning*X!X*: Rated M for a reason.
Tarrant relaxed as the water seeped into his poors. He needed a bath after all he had endured through the night. He'd had another dream about Alice -although this dream was very, very different. He shook his head and leaned back. Such thoughts should never penetrate his mind. He groaned. That sounded just as perverse. The hatter took the thimbles off his fingers and the rolls of thread, and not to mention his pincusion ring, and placed his hands in the water. He examined his cut after rinsing them in his bath water. His mind wondered to how she had bandaged it; her gentle fingers gliding over his skin in such a sensual manner.
His mind wondered back to his dream and he didn't attempt to stop it this time. He leaned back, his head resting on the back of the tub, and closed his eyes. His dream had started out in FairFarren. FairFarren was the graveyard the White Queen and the Hatter had founded. It was the Hatter's idea and the queen had simply commanded its construction. It was there so the grieving wives and mourning children of Underland could rest assured that the dead could sleep the enternal slumber in peace. FairFarren had seen a lot of the Hatter, as he had gone there ever since Hightopp clan was destroyed and burried there. He mourned them silently, almost daily, but not only them. Her. Her of all people who wasn't even dead! Her, she who was a wicked temptrest with her sickening mind games -making Poor Tarrant fall in love with her and then leaving as if he meant nothing.
In his dream, he had packed up a picnic and he and Alice were going to spend the day reconnecting. Under a large creepy tree on the hill in the center of the graveyard was a stone bench. "Here, Alice. You can sit here while I get this set up." He'd said, smiling. She took a seat and watched him with half lidded eyes. He spread out the blanket and set the basket on it. "There now, come sit with me, Alice."
She patted the stone bench, "Come sit with me, Tarrant." She replied. Curiously he did and looked at her. "Tarrant," His name rolled of her tongue as if she'd been saying it in this seductive manner her entire life.
"Yes... Alice?" He asked, unsure of what he should do.
"Such a wonderful name." She whispered, smiling, "Especially for such an attractive man." She leaned forward and poor Tarrant had nothing to do but sit there in his suprise.
She kissed his lips so lightly that he wasn't entirely sure if it had really been her or a ghost. Then she kissed him again, a little harder this time. She opened his mouth with her own and pressed her tongue where it was invited. Before he knew what was going on , he was pushing her back on the stone bench. Her back met concrete but he didn't seem to notice. He grabbed her hands and lifted them over their heads, not breaking the playing of their tongues. With one hand, he held her hands to the stone. With his free hand he slowly pressed his cold fingers against her stomach and trailed up to her breasts. He slipped his hand into the 'v' cut collar of her dress and pressed his cold palm against her nipple. She arched her back at the feeling as his arm snaked its way around her back. He kissed her cheek and then her neck, whispering that her lips were like candy before gently biting the hollow of her throat. He just couldn't control himself anymore. Not with her persistance in driving him wild.
His expert fingers unlaced the back of her dress. She felt him bite her collar bone, her head leaned back at the pleasure in the movement. He pulled the lace completely out of each brass loop meant to keep her dress from falling off and with his other hand and one ferocious movement, the top of the dress was away from his beloved Alice's lovely body. He pulled back for a moment to simply admire her goddess-like body. He memorized the image, her eyes closed, cheeks pink, her lush dark lips half parted as she breathed in and out. His gaze slid to the soft skin of her neck and down to her chest. The soft skin of her breast looked so inviting. Her golden curls were tossed about her body in an elegantly messy manner. "You're so beautiful, Alice." He murmured as he leaned back down to her body.
His lips trailed down to his newly explored territory on her chest, taking her left nipple into her mouth and grazing it lightly with his teeth. His hand slid up to gently massage her other. She squirmed a little. "Stay still... Just enjoy this." He growled. She nodded and bit her lip as he kissed her right breast and then down on her stomach. His hands circled around her body on the edge of the dress now, and he tore it away from her. His hands traveled to the lace of her bloomers and he pulled at the elastic band for a moment. "Hmm... Should I?" He asked, kissing her thigh.
"Yes," Alice replied, her voice shakey. It was a very impowering feeling for Tarrant to think he had done this to Alice. The strong warrior of Underland was now at his mercy. He gave a side smile to himself. "I don't think I should." He teased her.
She groaned in protest. "But if it is what you want-" He chuckled and came up to kiss her once again, sliding his hand into her bloomers to press his thumb into her clit. She mummbled something against his lips, but he couldn't understand it, nor did he have the desire to. He withdrew his hand from her knickers and pulled them down her thighs. She bent at an akward angle and pulled them off the rest of the way. He rubbed his hand against the inside of her thigh, feeling her smooth skin there. Alice lifted her hands to his long coat and pushed it off his shoulders. He stopped rubbing her thigh and with his usual odd mannerism, disgarded the coat to the picnic blanket. He loosened his neck-wrap and tossed it aside as well. Alice unbuttoned his vest and pressed her palms against his pale chest. She ran her fingers over his skin in such a sensual manner, that the hatter was almost lost in her touch. She put her hands on his trousers, undid them, and slid them down so she could grasp the long length of him.
Tarrant grabbed her wrists gently and she released him, moving her arms to a satisfying position; loosely around his shoulders. He used his hands to spread her thighs a little, asking her gently, "Do you want this?"
She nodded slightly, too lost in lust to really speak, and turned her head to the side. He kissed her cheek. His fingers slipped into her and she inhaled sharply. He moved his fingers in her, making her even more wet. He bit her shoulder lightly and she moved her hips, holding his shoulders with her small hands. His cock poked her thigh and she opened her legs wider for him. He pulled his fingers out of her and landed a kiss on her lips as the tip of his dick pressed into her. She kissed his lips hard, capturing his bottom lip inbetween her teeth. He pushed all the way into her and she gave a satisfied moan.
He pulled almost completely out of her and back in again repeatedly and Alice just couldn't help the noises she made. Her back scraped against the stone bench in a pleasure-pain of friction as he thrusted into her over and over again. He grabbed her boob and massaged it gently to add to her pleasure before kissing her candy-lips once more.
She tried so hard to be quiet as the first orgasm struck her and her body began to tremble hard beneath his. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His continueous pounding caused her breasts to bounce in an unpleasent way. Her nails dug into his shoulders at the pleasure. She could barely form a full sentence, but did manage a few words. "Harder, T-tarrant, please!" The way she said his name just then almost caused Tarrant to cum in her right then and there, but he withheld himself from that so that he could please his dear Alice.
He met her demands and more, pushing his dick harder into her and faster. She moaned his name again when the second orgasm hit. She nearly screamed this time and the trembling in her body increased even more. She bit her lip and pressed her eyes closed hard from the sensation he was causing her. "Oh, Alice, you're being such a bad girl, naughty, aren't you?" He asked, his voice deeper than usual, and even more of a turn on than his scottish brogue.
"Mhm.." She moaned, barely. He kissed her lips, "And yet you're being so good." She nodded. "You want a reward?" He asked, this time his accent bled through the question.
"Oh, yes! Right there, Tarrant," She groaned, pushing her hips against his hard.
"Here it comes, Alice, your reward," He whispered, kissing her shoulder as another wave of pleasure struck her and they both came. He bit her shoulder hard as he thrust in her those last few orgasmic thrusts. She untangled her legs from around him and placed her hands on his cheeks, kissing him hard. She ran her fingers in his electric orange curls. "I liked that reward, Tarrant."
Tarrant smiled and pulled away to look at her again. Her body was flushed with heat and it looked just as sexy. He kissed her lips lightly once more and pulled out of her. He sat up and located his trousers, sliding them on. Alice laid back on the stone bench, breathing heavily still. He buttoned his vest back up and turned to see what she was doing. She had slipped into his coat and was pulling her hair out the top. His pants tightened at the sight.
He found his hand and placed it in his lap, sitting indian-style on the blanket. "Come, eat, Alice." He bit the inside of his cheek and smiled devilishly. He'd play that game later. She sat next to him, her legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle, pulling a little bowl of fruit from the picnic basket. She picked out 2 cherries, popping one in her mouth, dropping the other in her lap. "Oops." She gave an innocent look at the hatter, "Tarrant, could you please get that?"
He lifted his hand but she protested, "Not with your hands." He pulled himself up to his knees and leaned down, holding her hips with his hands and kissed her thigh. He drug his lips slowly up to the cherry that had landed in his territory. He gently grabbed it with his teeth and came up from the very enjoyable position. She smiled, "Thank you." And leaned forward to take it between her lush lips. She ate the cherry and kissed his lips lightly. She picked up another one and held it up for him. He took it with his lips and smiled. He leaned back, his arms folded behing his head and began to watch the clouds. She rested her head on his arms, next to his head, and did the same.
That was how Tarrant had awoken. With Imagination-Alice resting her head on his arm. He could feel his soaked trousers when he awoke and pushed her head ever so gently back to her quilt pillow. He hadn't even meant to fall asleep with her. He'd just meant to lay there for a few minutes and then scurry up stairs to his room.
The hatter sighed once more. If all of his dreams were going to be like that, then he might as well go find the red queen so she could decapitate him. Tarrant remembered he had left a dress for Alice in the chair near her so she would not be stuck in her dirty clothingall day. He had also left her a little note saying she wass welcomed to bathe before changing. He remembered and realizzed he had no idea how long he'd been in the bath. He hurriedly stood up to leave.
