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A Brief Author's Note: And now, number 2 in the LJ 10_prompts community's Table 11 and a thousand words of smut. This one is rated M. So if you're under 18, or whatever the legal age is in your area, or are offended by sex, I strongly suggest you leave now.

2 - Colours

Those colours couldn't possibly exist in Nature. But they existed now, in Underland, at Marmoreal, in her bed, behind her closed eyes. They were brighter, deeper, much more of everything than they would be in the Upperlands. Close to everything there that she could remember had been some dreary shade of brown or grey. How people lived in a world without such brilliant colours now was beyond her, where before she could not have imagined this.

"And what might ye be thank'n, yeh naughty thing?" a deep burr rumbled in her ear, lips barely touching sensitive skin.

Rough fingers threaded into her hair and she forgot to answer as she saw five different shades of green. Her neck arched gracefully and his free hand stroked her soft skin, raising gooseflesh on her arms. Emeralds, jades, Seafoam and chartreuse clashed in her private vision. The truest green, though, shone from his eyes as her lashes fluttered and she met his lusty gaze.

When his lips met hers, she found more reds than she could count, one in particular the shade of tomatoes caught on fire. His tongue slid against her lower lip, needful of access, which she granted gladly. Her moan earned one from him in return. His closed eyes turned the same color as her mind's eye's fire and he tightened his grip on her, growling quietly.

When she whimpered at his sudden forcefulness, he laid her back easily. The fire in her mind turned blue – the hottest flame. For a moment, his touch left her and she let out a soft whine. She heard him chortle and cracked her eyes open, watching intently as he tossed his vest across the room. The shirt slipped from his shoulders as he took care of the last button. He leaned down beside her, delicately undoing each button down the front of her soft cloud-blue nightdress. The feel of his chest, bare against hers, showed her jewel-like and electric blues… Her eyes fell closed again.

When her eyes cracked open, oranges and yellows kept changing their hues. She had squirmed and panted as those lips worked their way down her body. His first touch between her legs caused her eyes to fly open. Now, she watched him intently as his eyes turned almost the same color as his hair, only a few shades of orange-red darker. His tongue worked wonders in places she had never even thought about! After not terribly long, she couldn't keep her eyes open another moment and let her head fall back, the sound of her own keening moans causing her vision to go up in flames once more.

"Alice, look at me," his voice broke into her colorful thoughts, the rough burr gone.

Her eyes slid half-open. She realized she was trembling, completely unclothed, in his arms. How long had she laid there? She didn't bother wondering for long, just rested her head, curls mussed adorably, against his chest. The Hatter ran careful fingers up and down her back, feeling the perfect curvature as she curled her body against his. If he wasn't a different sort of careful, though, she was going to end up ending this experience far too soon for either of them to fully appreciate.

"Wake up, Alice," he encouraged. "We're not nearly through here."

Her eyes widened, beautiful blue meeting wild golden-green, and she took in his mischievous grin – she smiled back, at least pretending to be ready for whatever he might surprise her with! A pool of all the colours she had seen so far tonight formed in the front of her mind. They were all lovely and pale, but no less beautiful or vivid than they had been before. Tarrant's arms encircled her and his hand once more tangled itself in her hair. Her eyes fluttered open for a single moment, long enough for her to whisper a "yes" when he asked her:

"Do you want this, Alice? Do you wish to court madness tonight?"

And her eyes shut again. She squeezed them tight as his lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear and the feeling of his breath raised gooseflesh on her arms. The pool of colours started to change shape, the colours becoming brighter. Slowly at first, he slid himself inside her – she yelped, clenching her eyes tighter still for a moment. But she relaxed as his mouth returned to hers, the tip of his tongue slipping between her lips, mimicking the carnal motion of his hips. Harder, faster – neither one of them cared anymore that it hurt – he drove himself into her.

"Tarrant!" she panted, her fingernails scoring the flesh of his back like ten rakes as she clung to him. "Oh!"

Coherent speech didn't matter. She could hear him panting as well, vocalizing a moan on the occasion that her body decided to tighten on him, outside her control. Her eyes shut tighter, squeezing tears out the corners. Soft lips captured the little drops before they made it halfway down her cheeks. In a moment, she wondered if the colors might go on fire.

He kept one arm wrapped 'round her shoulders, pulling him against him as his other hand slid down her body to rest between her legs. His fingers visited the place his mouth had already worked so much magic. Alice moaned and squirmed, every sound obscene and wonderful. She felt herself burning inside. The colors danced before her eyes – she felt something extreme happening inside her body. She heard Tarrant's voice, his growled command, and as the colors caught fire, she screamed.