Finding Normal . . . Or Something Like That

Chapter Twenty

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything. I would be so happy if I did.

Be warned, this chapter contains sexual material not suitable for young eyes (or young imaginations). And, for my female readers, there is more naked Hatter for your imagination pleasure.

Here's chapter twenty, in which Alice and Hatter go on their honeymoon.

The airplane came to a halt on the tarmac and Hatter exhaled roughly. Out of all the things that scared him, flying on an airplane was one of the worst – after the fear of losing Alice, of course. For all his bravado, living in Wonderland and flying on flamingos without a second thought, this was a very nerve-wracking experience. Maybe it was because it was his first time on an airplane or because he wasn't used to letting other people have control of his fate whilst flying several thousand feet in the air, but he decided that he hated airplanes.

Alice's hand covered his, her fingers lacing through his. Hatter looked over to her.

"It's alright, Hatter," she said reassuringly.

He released the breath that he was holding. "Yeah, well I'm not planning on flying again anytime soon."

She laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Then how do you expect to get back to New York after our honeymoon?"

Hatter chuckled at the point she made. "Who said I would want to go back?"

Alice merely kissed him on the cheek. The seatbelt light clicked off and he managed to busy himself with unbuckling himself from the seat that kept him in one place in this Cheshire-forsaking death machine.

Briefly, he went back into his thoughts. Everyone he ever talked to assumed that he was from England (which was another country, Alice had told him), based on his accent. Because of that, he had gotten a few odd looks at his very uncomfortable look when flying on the plane. Alice had explained away his nervousness (which he was grateful for), all the while dealing the fact that she hated heights as well.

So, all in all, this had not been the best of flights for either one of them.

But the knowledge that they were on their honeymoon had kept him as calm as he was going to be under the circumstances.

Forty minutes later, after de-boarding the plane, getting their bags from baggage claims, and picking up their rental car, he and Alice were driving into the bright sunlight of the Caribbean, heading to the small hotel where they were spending their honeymoon. Alice was grinning broadly, large sunglasses covering her face as Hatter pulled out the hats that Carol had given them as a gag present for their honeymoon. He couldn't help but smile at them before reaching over and putting the floppy fisherman's hat, complete with a fake sunflower stuck in the band, on her head as she drove. Hatter joined her laughter, fixing a matching hat on his own head.

"Mom certainly has a sense of humor," Alice commented, glancing over at him.

"That she does."

She took a hand from the wheel and slipped it through his, turning it over to let the gold band on his finger glint in the sun. It looked so right there. For a moment, Hatter though that he was going to wake up to find that this was a dream, but he knew that it wasn't a dream, not in the slightest. This was their reality now and there was nothing that could possibly get in their way, not even the White Rabbit, the Jabborwocky, Doctor Dee and Doctor Dum, or the House of Cards.

"You looking forward to spending a week on the beach, just you and me, with no distractions?" his wife asked him. Hatter grinned at her.

"Absolutely, my wife," he answered, a very sly grin on his face. Hatter raised a suggestive eyebrow to her. "Though I don't know if we're going to spending as much time on the beach."

"You, husband, are way too confident in yourself." The laugh was evident in her voice.

"You know it."

She could only laugh as she continued to drive.

It wasn't much longer until they reached their hotel. At Carol's recommendation, they had gone with a smaller one, more out of the way. They got the seclusion that they both wanted, where they could enjoy their honeymoon and, more importantly, each other.

By the time they got into their suite, Hatter couldn't resist himself any more. He picked Alice up as soon as the door was closed behind them and they had dropped their bags, spinning her around, kissing her. She giggled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, reaching up to take his hat off of his head, tossing it to the side. Pulling back, Hatter looked at her, pursing his lips. She raised an eyebrow in a challenge, barely suppressing a smile. Keeping one arm tight around her, Hatter reached up and took the hat off of her head, tossing it arbitrarily to the side before kissing her again.

Carefully, he carried her in the direction of the bedroom, where, much to his pleasure, there was a rather large bed, which looked to be quite comfortable. Hatter gently set her down on it before stretching out to lie beside her. Alice pulled him in close, pressing her forehead against his.

"We're married now," she quietly stated.

"Yeah, that we are." He took that opportunity to steal a quick peck. "Are you happy, Alice?"

She lightly punched him in the shoulder. He gave her a pouting look. "Of course I am! Are you?"

Hatter answered honestly, kissing her deeply. Alice's eyes were sparkling with light, love, and happiness as he met them when he pulled back. A suggestive, seductive look crossed her face as she pulled him on top of her. He grinned with pure delight, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

What followed was some of the best sex of Hatter's life.

He had thought that he knew every inch of Alice's body, but he proved himself wrong. It was slow and pleasurable torment, licking, sucking, kissing every part of her. Alice responded in such ways that made him infinitely glad that she was married to him. In the back of his mind, he knew that he was being extremely possessive, but that thought was quickly replaced by more intimate and carnal thoughts. So, when they finally tired each other out, Hatter was glad to gather her up in his arms and curl up in bed to sleep, clad only in their wedding rings.

Their honeymoon ended up being a week of bliss and peace that he burned into his memory.

In the end, they did manage to enjoy the beach and the ocean, as Alice had predicted. Hatter also found that the ocean was a very good place to seduce his wife, something that she quite enjoyed, causing him to make a mental note for future vacation plans. Spending hours on the beach and enjoying the local amenities provided them with things to occupy their time when not otherwise enjoyably engaged.

One downside, however, was his gross overestimation of his skin's resistance to the sun's rays. A sunburn, he found out, one miserable day mid-week, was not as enjoyable as he thought it would be, though Alice gave him new reason to blush at the very sight of aloe vera. The memories of what Alice did with the aloe, to alleviate the pain of his sunburn, would never be shared with anyone, not even their closest friends. But Hatter found that waking up every morning next to his wife, who he loved more than anything else and who loved him equally as much, was well worth any pain life could throw at him.

It was on the second to last day of their honeymoon that they had their first disagreement as a married couple.

Alice had been off exploring a few shops, trying to find some souvenir that they could bring back for Carol. Hatter had hung back, applying more aloe to his burnt skin, before meeting up with her. Upon arrival at the shop, he had struck up a conversation (entirely innocent on his part!) with the shop-girl. He had been fully aware of her quite obvious flirting with him and he had been making a great effort to make his wedding ring clear, but the young woman seemed to be ignoring it. Alice had noticed them and had gotten very upset.

As she said later, in the yelling match that followed in their suite, that he had been flirting back with her. Hatter defended that he had done no such thing. He was just being his usual, if extremely giddy, self. Alice had stormed out of the suite, slamming the door behind her.

Hatter, being the genuinely concerned husband that he was, followed her, finding her on the beach, staring at the ocean and the incoming storm. She was crying.

Neither one of them said anything. He just sat down next to her, gathered up in his arms, and pulled her against his chest. It wasn't until the storm was threatening to break right on top of them that he whispered his love into her ear.

They mutually apologized. Hatter admitted that his usual self could come across as overtly flirtatious and Alice told him that, while she knew that women had a tendency to flirt with him (just as men did the same to her), she had gotten irrationally upset that someone had dared flirt with him on their honeymoon. And, with their first fight as a married couple, Hatter got his first taste of post-argument, make-up sex.

It was added to his list of amazing sex with Alice.

Alright, so that's chapter twenty. I hoped you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it. A chapter full of naked Hatter implications? Hello, dream come true!

Still you know what to do. Go and review. I'm working on the next chapter of this crazy thing.