Author's Note: So, this is the *ehem* "climax" of the story. Enjoy : P ~ Yours Anonymous
Chapter V. – To Kill Time
It was evening at the Hatter's Mansion; Blood Dupre sat at his desk, briskly working away at the stacks of papers that seemed to pile up no end. Feeling tired, he glanced up to see if Alice was enjoying her new book that he had leant her. She looked so content and at ease, even though she knew full well that she was in his room – alone. As he relished that fact, a soft sigh escaped her lips, making the blood flow to his face in a rare feeling of self-consciousness. He had just recently confessed to her how he felt, and she seemed to reciprocate, but she hadn't exactly said it. Getting up, he sauntered over to where she sat on the long, scarlet sofa and plopped himself down beside her.
"Blood!" Alice cried, surprised at the sudden shaking of the sofa. "What? I'm tired and want to be next to you. Do you object?" He knew she didn't, but he loved to tease her so. Blood scooted closer to her and lifted his arm to drape on the back of the sofa, gently touching the back of her head. "I guess it's fine," Alice muttered under her breath, a breath-taking pout spread over her lips, making her irresistible. Pretending to read over her shoulder, Blood lowered his head to inhale her scent; it was of roses and her own natural smell. The perfume from the bath soap that was available at the mansion smelled of roses, the essential oils used were extracted from the roses on the estate.
Blood sensed that she was uncomfortable with him being this close to her, but he didn't care. She needs to get used to it, he thought with a smirk. Absentmindedly, he started to stroke her hair, feeling the soft silkiness against his skin. He could feel her body shiver at his touch, but she didn't recoil from it. Unable to concentrate on her book, Alice was trying as hard as she could not to let Blood see her distraction; too late. Blood reached across her to close the book, putting on the coffee table in front of them. Alice didn't move a muscle, but he could tell he had startled her. "Come," he said simply, taking her hand and leading her over to the bed in the corner of the room.
To his surprise, she obeyed, probably giving up any kind of struggle. "Sit," he said, a statement that seemed more like an order. He sat down beside her, "It is nice, being with you like this," he started, awaiting a response. When she made no attempt to speak, he took things further by turning towards her, bringing his leg up on the bed at a half-bent angle. He put his hands around her waist, bringing her nearer, situating her between his legs. Still, there was no response. Maybe she's so frightened she can't think… Or… maybe she wants this, too. Well, no matter, he was going to do just as he pleased. He brought one hand up to caress her cheek, feeling the heat underneath his fingertips. On a whim, his thumb began circling against her bottom lip, eliciting an almost inaudible whimper.
Whispering devilishly in her ear, brushing his lips against her skin, he said, "Kill time with me." Alice looked up at him, not wanting to understand. His hand cupped her chin, tilting it upwards as he bent down to kiss her ever so carefully. Lips skillfully moving over hers, pulling back just enough to make her want more, she moved with him, engendering an intense heat between them. His hand moved down to her chest as he deepened the kiss, seeing if that would provoke her. It didn't. Instead she gasped in his mouth, the sensations he was creating unfamiliar to her. She didn't know if she wanted him to stop or continue.
He could feel her relax into his hand as he played with her left breast, making her moan softly. Not being enough, he deepened the kiss still further, opening his mouth to taste her. The spicy sweetness of her breath hot on his face, making his skin tingle, he gently pushed her down. Lying on top of her, he drew his lips from hers, looking down at his conquest. Inwardly grinning to himself as he saw her upturned face, her mouth slightly parted as if asking him to keep going, "Seems as if you're enjoying this as much as I am," he breathed. "Tell me honestly, how do you feel when I do this to you?" The question itself was erotic – she didn't have a clue how to answer him.
Tenderly, she lifted up her hand to sweep it over his cheek. When had she begun to feel this way about him? It was as if all the walls she had built up around her were being demolished by his passion. How could she put how he made her feel into words? She decided to answer simply, "Happy." No longer would she struggle against him when he pulled her close, nor would she push him away when he became too intimate. He was no longer threatening and she had accepted him in her heart, reassuring herself that he would not take advantage. She smiled, "I too wish to kill time." So she's giving herself willingly… he thought. He smiled back, taking her hand in his.
"I want to make love to you," he murmured against her neck, seeing her eyes widen. She felt her body freezing up again, reacting to his words. "Say it," he declared; "Say you want me to take you – right here, right now."