(I'm back! Mwahahahahaha! Prepare to suffer! I don't own Alice in Wonderland –no matter how much I dream of it. On with our tale…)
If Alice was avoiding Tarrant, she was doing a damn good job. He'd come to Mirana asking if she'd seen her… TWICE! He'd scrambled around the entire castle from the stables to the dining halls all the way up to the tower where the armor was kept. He was growing tired of his search. Tarrant rubbed the back of his neck. Maybe she didn't want to be found… Maybe she'd left again. He held his hand over his heart. No. She'd promised she would not leave him again… And when she had woken up, she'd kissed him –hadn't she? Or was that all just a dream on his behalf. He rubbed his eyes and retreated to his room. Perhaps she would find him in the morning and give him her answer. He knew it was well into the night and sleep was desperately calling upon him.
He opened the door to his room and noticed something was amiss. There was a soft light bleeding through the darkness. He closed the door and looked at the workshop… Had he left a candle burning in there? He hoped not. Worried that something had caught fire, he flung open the door and stood aghast.
Her lips curled into a very seductive smirk. "Hello Tarrant."
He stared, unable to look away. She was sitting on the machine that now had a large marble cover on the top until repairs could be made. She was wearing a tight corset that was the color of the sky when it was dark. It opened at the bottom just slightly to show off more of her shift and tied with lace between her plump breasts. Barely brushing her thighs was a nice shift that was the perfect shade of Alice blue. He guessed that he could see her perfect ass if she turned around for him. His top hat that he'd left earlier was placed atop her head, slightly tilted down. Tarrant felt himself practically drooling as she looked up at him through her lashes.
Tarrant could feel his pants growing tight and his gaze examined her. His mind was going over all the things he could do, all the places his fingers could feel on her body. Oh the possibilities! She jumped down and smiled, "Yes." She announced and kissed him lightly.
He pulled back and looked at her, "Yes?" He echoed.
She gave a wicked grin and nodded vigorously, "Yes!" She kissed him again, this time placing her hands on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her back and hugged her tightly. Alice giggled when Tarrant lifted her bridal style, and blew out the candle before taking her to his bed. He lit the bedside lantern and let his gaze slid back to her. He kissed her as she pushed the collar of his coat back. He leaned back and threw his coat to the floor.
Hastily she began working the buttons of his vest. She was done in a matter of seconds. He chuckled and pulled it off, leaning down to whisper, "Not so fast."
He brushed his mercury stained fingers up the front of her corset and pulled the lace untied. He pulled it loose and let it lay open to frame her lovely body. He kissed her lips and down to her neck, gently dragging his teeth down her collar and pulling at her shift with his teeth. The fabric was truly flexible and slipped down to the point where she could pull her arm out of it on both sides, exposing her perky breasts. He grabbed the cloth and tore it away from her body. He drank in the sight of her, naked in his bed with his hat clinging to her halo of golden curls. It was really a sight too rich for heaven's gentle caress.
Tarrant reached out to brush a stray curl out of her face. She was indeed every bit the champion he needed, but now, this petite beauty before him simply needed to be conquered. He brushed his fingertips from the swell of her breast down to his hip and then to her thigh. She bit her lip and Tarrant winked at her. "Alice," He whispered, dragging his fingers slowly to her inner thigh. "Tell me what you want."
"You," She smiled. He rewarded her briefly by letting his long fingers graze her split of excitement. She shuddered beneath him. "This?" He asked as he pressed his thumb into her clit and began to rub it softly. She let out a choked sound that was very close to a "Yes!"
But almost or close to was not good enough. "What?" He asked, rubbing her harder. She nodded. He was still unsatisfied. He delved his fingers down, sliding them against her budding excitement and pressed them into her. He was simply delighted with how wet she was just at his touch like this. She moaned. "I didn't hear you, Alice." She wiggled her hips against his fingers.
He pushed his fingers in and out of her for a moment, sky-rocketing her satisfaction levels. Suddenly and without warning he stopped. She whined in protest, but before too much could be said, he placed his lips over hers in a mind-blowing kiss.
Tarrant groaned as he awoke. He had to stop dreaming of Alice in such a way. What would she say if she knew? He sat back and looked around his workshop and sighed. He had been cleaning up when he sat down for a break –and fell into a lovely slumber. He stretched and yawned, "oh Alice." He sighed out and ran a hand through his nappy hair.
"Yes?" A small reply came from the door way. He looked up quickly and his eyes widened. Had she been there while he was asleep? He didn't speak in his sleep did he? Oh heavens, he hoped not.
"Hm? Oh, yes-" He faltered, "I-I was just thinking of how tall you've grown from your previous visit to Underland!" He lied.
She bent down and lifted hit hat from the floor. "Oh," She whispered. She looked at the hat and went to him, setting it on his head. "How long have you been in here?" He asked.
She didn't reply. His green orbs captured her gaze and she knew she'd been caught. She blushed like mad and looked away. He smirked. She'd been staring at his lovely magenta lips. He wondered what could cause this angel to blush when staring. What could she possibly be thinking? The hatter stood and walked toward her, adjusting his hat. "You know, Alice," He caressed her cheek and wrapped his other arm around her tiny waist. Slowly, he leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across her lips. He feared he was being too bold and pulled away.
He opened his eyes to see hers were closed and her lips slightly parted. He leaned down to her ear to whisper, "You haven't answered my question."
She nodded and brushed her lips against his again, wanting- needing!- more. He pulled back and raised a wild brow. "May I court you, Alice?"
She smiled, "What an idea."
He felt that there was a "yes" somewhere in the smile so he kissed her once more, hugging her tight. "Oh, Alice!" And for a moment nothing could harm them. They were tucked nice and cozy in a cliché world where nothing else existed or mattered. All they knew was each other's loving embrace. Safety. Love. An odd mixture of gratitude and worry. Lust. It was all there in their lovely little cocoon.
But all that soon faded….
Suddenly the door to Tarrant's room opened and the couple stepped out of the workshop to see a familiar man with his hand cupping his hand over Queen Mirana's mouth. Alice gasped. "Century?"
Tarrant stepped in front of Alice, "Let her go." He growled.
Century smiled, "I'll make a trade." His smile grew as other thoughts crossed his mind. "Your queen's life in exchange for-"
Please not her, anything but her! Tarrant thought.
"-Alice."
(And… SCENE! Haha, I know all of you probably hate me for the direction this story, but there's a slight problem with that… I'm the writer and the dice commanded me! I cannot anger the Dice God! Anyways, be sure to review! =D )
