In the Rough, chapter 2/40
Title: In the Rough (2/40)
Author: alittleoddish
Rating: Teen
Characters: Alice, Hatter, OC
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Syfy's Alice.
Summary: "But this is starting to sound like a quest! Quests are such a pain, Alice, they really are. All horseback and food rations and traveling in groups and no truly hot tea, with significantly less sex against trees.”
Author's Notes:
I promise, this fic isn't going to be formed entirely around smut and cuddles, but it IS rather front-loaded with it. Please notice the warning posted below. ^_^ Again, thanks so much to my GORGEOUS betas, zombres and randombattlecry! They are simply fantastic.
Chapter One
Warning: This chapter contains sexually explicit content not necessarily reflected in the “Teen” rating.
Alice could barely concentrate on anything the rest of the day. She even almost got thrown once or twice, and by beginning students, too - that would have been embarrassing. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw images of the Tulgey Wood, of Charlie, of the Kingdom of the Knights. She wondered if they had cleaned the place up any in the months since she left. She wondered if Jack had married the Duchess. She wondered if they’d rebuilt the house of cards yet.
She wondered if they had any of that Lust left over so she could have some fun with Hatter.
Alice stayed after her last class just long enough to inform her assistant instructor, Jared, that she would be taking a long weekend to visit an ailing relative. Next thing, she was standing in front of her dresser placing folded shirts in a small knapsack. She tossed the bundle on her bed and ran a hand through her sweaty, post-work hair with a grimace. Might as well shower now, while she had the chance.
She had only just gotten her hair wet when she heard the front door slam. Alice grinned mischievously. “I’m in the shower, Hatter!”
Within seconds she heard the sound of their bedroom door opening and closing. Hatter poked his head into the bathroom, already barefoot, tieless, and unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, really?” he asked with a wicked grin and a raised eyebrow.
“Hmm,” she agreed. “Now, didn’t you say something earlier about pre-adventure sex?”
“Did I?” Hatter stepped into the shower behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing a few droplets of water off her shoulder.
“Well, something like that,” Alice said, turning around to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss.
She had intended to kiss him softly, but she was taken aback by Hatter kissing her hard, crashing into her lips and taking her breath away, and soon they were both swept up in a familiar frenzy of tongues and teeth that neither of them ever won (and, equally, never lost). Alice curled her fingers in Hatter’s hair, warm and soft between her fingers, now becoming damp in just the steam of the hot shower. He dragged his nails down her back, over the swell of her buttocks to grip her thigh possessively and she whimpered, feeling him smile and run the tip of his tongue lightly across her bottom lip.
She sucked in a breath as she felt his hand, that clever, clever right hand, slide between them and cup the full length of his hand against her. She ground her hips into his hand impatiently, biting his lip and hissing softly when she feels one of his fingers slip into to her, dipping in and out experimentally, testing how slick she was. The pad of his middle finger moved to rub once, twice against her clit, and her hips bucked.
“Lift me up,” she moaned when Hatter had leaned his head down to suck the water dripping from her breasts.
In no time, the hand gripping her thigh had shifted, tensed, and lifted Alice up to lean her against the shower wall, sitting on the small ledge meant for shampoos and soap. She shivered as the length of her back touched cold tile, raising goosebumps that Hatter soothed away with licking and kissing and biting along her shoulders and collar and breasts. Alice tried to wrap her legs around his waist, eager to feel his throbbing erection, but Hatter stopped her with a hand. His eyes were dark behind wet locks of hair that stuck to his face, and his lips were red and swollen from kisses and bites.
“No,” he told her. “Not yet.” He wrapped one hand around Alice’s thigh and hoisted it up, kneeling between her legs and draping it over his shoulder. Alice’s moans and gasps echoed around the bathroom tile as Hatter’s tongue swept across her folds, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he teased her clit, sucking and licking the soft skin and raw nerves.
Alice forced open her lust-hazed eyes, watching the water from the shower run in rivulets down the contours of his back, dripping off the toes of her leg slung over his shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his tongue dart out once more to flick against her clit and she moaned loudly in response to the sensation, closing her eyes again and riding the orgasm as she came once, and then again with an almost painful crashing sensation as Hatter closed his lips to suck hard at her already swollen clit. “Hatter…” she growled. He looked up at her from between her legs, eyes dark beneath lashes sprinkled with stuck water droplets, and he smiled.
Alice’s heart leapt into her throat and her breath stalled. For a second, everything else blurred away, and all she could see was Hatter, dark curls stuck to his face, smiling that ridiculous smile.
“I love you so much,” she whispered, and her breath was still so labored, and the shower water pounded so hard against the tile, that for a moment she thought that maybe he hadn’t heard her.
But he stood and wrapped his arms around her, nudging his nose against hers gently. “God… I love you, too,” he whispered against her lips. They stayed that way for a second, just breathing together.
Alice moved first, edging forward just that half-inch she needed to kiss him, reaching with one hand to grab his erection and line it up with her opening. Hatter, spurred into action, pushed forward to enter her slowly, gently, and together they set a steady rhythm. Alice wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging, but knowing he wouldn’t let her fall to the ground - he laid one hand at the small of her back to steady her as their hips rocked together, the other hand braced against the tile wall behind her. The sound of wet skin slapping together echoed loudly, faster and faster until Alice arched against him, moaning his name and gasping for air. One, then two thrusts more and Hatter followed with a deep growl of his own, biting into her shoulder only just restrained enough to not break skin.
They stayed like that for just a little while: wet, clinging, gasping, and thoroughly content.
**
“Called your mother?”
“Yep. Did you let your employees know you’d be gone?”
“Mmm hmm. And Jared?”
“Jared knows. Hey, have you seen my--” She looked up from double-checking her knapsack to find Hatter already holding up her birth control pills. She smiled and threw them into her bag. “Thanks. Hey!” she laughed and reached to trace her finger along a familiar porkpie brim. “I haven’t seen this hat in awhile.”
“It’s my best hat,” Hatter sniffed. “All weighted, and everything. This hat was built for action.”
“Just leave the bulletproof vest at home, please.”
“Well, you’re no fun.”
She pretended to kick him and he scurried out the door, laughing. “Oh, go pack!” she yelled at his retreating back.
**
Nearly an hour later, after all the shouting and the packing and running around the apartment like teenagers, Hatter was finally able to lock the apartment door behind them as they headed out. Alice reached for him as he turned around and he grabbed her hand, fingers intertwining with hers immediately.
The walk to the construction site was uneventful, although they did get turned around once or twice in the maze of dark buildings and long-forgotten pipes left to rust as Alice tried to remember the path she’d run the first time she found the mirror.
“Wait,” Hatter said abruptly as they were about to pass an archway made of especially rusty pieces of aluminum. He shifted, turned, almost in mid-step. “I think it’s down this way.”
“What? Why?” Alice asked, following his lead as he tugged her, turning left through the archway and down another hall.
“I’ve just got a feeling it’s this way,” he replied. “You may have been unconscious last time we were through here, but I wasn’t, and I think I remember that pipe on the ceiling. That’s Wonderland work if I’ve ever seen it.” He pointed, and Alice looked up to see a humongous, bright blue pipe that didn’t go straight from point A to point B like all the others, but journeyed in swoops and spirals, dipping and diving between the other scattered pieces of hardware like something alive.
They turned one more corner and there it was: about ten feet long and eight feet high, beautifully gilded in an ornate frame and constantly rippling like a puddle someone had just stepped in. Alice could see herself reflected in it - pants, dark blue top, jacket, sensible shoes, and knapsack - but it was hard to look at her image for too long. It felt like the image was sliding, blurring the longer she looked at it. She felt her stomach give a nervous, involuntary lurch. I’ve had enough of Wonderland for a lifetime, she had said once.
“Well,” Hatter said off to her left, nudging her shoulder with his own playfully. “You ready?”
She looked over at him, with his funny little crooked smile, and knew at once that all she would have to do is say no, and they could forget this whole thing. No questions, no problems, he wouldn’t say a word and he wouldn’t think any less of her, they’d just turn around and go home. He’d make her tea, he’d make her laugh, and then they would sit on the couch, eat dinner, and watch TV.
Just like yesterday.
Alice realized then, resolve settling in her bones, that while she loved yesterdays, she wanted to remember what it was like to have today.
“Yeah,” she said, smiling and squeezing his hand, throwing her nerves out the window and just focusing on him, being here with her, today. “Let’s go.”
So they stepped toward the mirror in unison, and just as the tip of Alice’s sneaker slid behind the Glass’ surface, she saw her reflection jerk and shift wildly, the image flickering and then disappearing, a sound filling her head like a thousand windows breaking - but before she could cry out, or jerk her foot back, or even change her momentum, she had already fallen through.
**
Chapter Three
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Author: alittleoddish
Rating: Teen
Characters: Alice, Hatter, OC
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Syfy's Alice.
Summary: "But this is starting to sound like a quest! Quests are such a pain, Alice, they really are. All horseback and food rations and traveling in groups and no truly hot tea, with significantly less sex against trees.”
Author's Notes:
I promise, this fic isn't going to be formed entirely around smut and cuddles, but it IS rather front-loaded with it. Please notice the warning posted below. ^_^ Again, thanks so much to my GORGEOUS betas, zombres and randombattlecry! They are simply fantastic.
Chapter One
Warning: This chapter contains sexually explicit content not necessarily reflected in the “Teen” rating.
Alice could barely concentrate on anything the rest of the day. She even almost got thrown once or twice, and by beginning students, too - that would have been embarrassing. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw images of the Tulgey Wood, of Charlie, of the Kingdom of the Knights. She wondered if they had cleaned the place up any in the months since she left. She wondered if Jack had married the Duchess. She wondered if they’d rebuilt the house of cards yet.
She wondered if they had any of that Lust left over so she could have some fun with Hatter.
Alice stayed after her last class just long enough to inform her assistant instructor, Jared, that she would be taking a long weekend to visit an ailing relative. Next thing, she was standing in front of her dresser placing folded shirts in a small knapsack. She tossed the bundle on her bed and ran a hand through her sweaty, post-work hair with a grimace. Might as well shower now, while she had the chance.
She had only just gotten her hair wet when she heard the front door slam. Alice grinned mischievously. “I’m in the shower, Hatter!”
Within seconds she heard the sound of their bedroom door opening and closing. Hatter poked his head into the bathroom, already barefoot, tieless, and unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, really?” he asked with a wicked grin and a raised eyebrow.
“Hmm,” she agreed. “Now, didn’t you say something earlier about pre-adventure sex?”
“Did I?” Hatter stepped into the shower behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing a few droplets of water off her shoulder.
“Well, something like that,” Alice said, turning around to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss.
She had intended to kiss him softly, but she was taken aback by Hatter kissing her hard, crashing into her lips and taking her breath away, and soon they were both swept up in a familiar frenzy of tongues and teeth that neither of them ever won (and, equally, never lost). Alice curled her fingers in Hatter’s hair, warm and soft between her fingers, now becoming damp in just the steam of the hot shower. He dragged his nails down her back, over the swell of her buttocks to grip her thigh possessively and she whimpered, feeling him smile and run the tip of his tongue lightly across her bottom lip.
She sucked in a breath as she felt his hand, that clever, clever right hand, slide between them and cup the full length of his hand against her. She ground her hips into his hand impatiently, biting his lip and hissing softly when she feels one of his fingers slip into to her, dipping in and out experimentally, testing how slick she was. The pad of his middle finger moved to rub once, twice against her clit, and her hips bucked.
“Lift me up,” she moaned when Hatter had leaned his head down to suck the water dripping from her breasts.
In no time, the hand gripping her thigh had shifted, tensed, and lifted Alice up to lean her against the shower wall, sitting on the small ledge meant for shampoos and soap. She shivered as the length of her back touched cold tile, raising goosebumps that Hatter soothed away with licking and kissing and biting along her shoulders and collar and breasts. Alice tried to wrap her legs around his waist, eager to feel his throbbing erection, but Hatter stopped her with a hand. His eyes were dark behind wet locks of hair that stuck to his face, and his lips were red and swollen from kisses and bites.
“No,” he told her. “Not yet.” He wrapped one hand around Alice’s thigh and hoisted it up, kneeling between her legs and draping it over his shoulder. Alice’s moans and gasps echoed around the bathroom tile as Hatter’s tongue swept across her folds, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he teased her clit, sucking and licking the soft skin and raw nerves.
Alice forced open her lust-hazed eyes, watching the water from the shower run in rivulets down the contours of his back, dripping off the toes of her leg slung over his shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his tongue dart out once more to flick against her clit and she moaned loudly in response to the sensation, closing her eyes again and riding the orgasm as she came once, and then again with an almost painful crashing sensation as Hatter closed his lips to suck hard at her already swollen clit. “Hatter…” she growled. He looked up at her from between her legs, eyes dark beneath lashes sprinkled with stuck water droplets, and he smiled.
Alice’s heart leapt into her throat and her breath stalled. For a second, everything else blurred away, and all she could see was Hatter, dark curls stuck to his face, smiling that ridiculous smile.
“I love you so much,” she whispered, and her breath was still so labored, and the shower water pounded so hard against the tile, that for a moment she thought that maybe he hadn’t heard her.
But he stood and wrapped his arms around her, nudging his nose against hers gently. “God… I love you, too,” he whispered against her lips. They stayed that way for a second, just breathing together.
Alice moved first, edging forward just that half-inch she needed to kiss him, reaching with one hand to grab his erection and line it up with her opening. Hatter, spurred into action, pushed forward to enter her slowly, gently, and together they set a steady rhythm. Alice wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging, but knowing he wouldn’t let her fall to the ground - he laid one hand at the small of her back to steady her as their hips rocked together, the other hand braced against the tile wall behind her. The sound of wet skin slapping together echoed loudly, faster and faster until Alice arched against him, moaning his name and gasping for air. One, then two thrusts more and Hatter followed with a deep growl of his own, biting into her shoulder only just restrained enough to not break skin.
They stayed like that for just a little while: wet, clinging, gasping, and thoroughly content.
**
“Called your mother?”
“Yep. Did you let your employees know you’d be gone?”
“Mmm hmm. And Jared?”
“Jared knows. Hey, have you seen my--” She looked up from double-checking her knapsack to find Hatter already holding up her birth control pills. She smiled and threw them into her bag. “Thanks. Hey!” she laughed and reached to trace her finger along a familiar porkpie brim. “I haven’t seen this hat in awhile.”
“It’s my best hat,” Hatter sniffed. “All weighted, and everything. This hat was built for action.”
“Just leave the bulletproof vest at home, please.”
“Well, you’re no fun.”
She pretended to kick him and he scurried out the door, laughing. “Oh, go pack!” she yelled at his retreating back.
**
Nearly an hour later, after all the shouting and the packing and running around the apartment like teenagers, Hatter was finally able to lock the apartment door behind them as they headed out. Alice reached for him as he turned around and he grabbed her hand, fingers intertwining with hers immediately.
The walk to the construction site was uneventful, although they did get turned around once or twice in the maze of dark buildings and long-forgotten pipes left to rust as Alice tried to remember the path she’d run the first time she found the mirror.
“Wait,” Hatter said abruptly as they were about to pass an archway made of especially rusty pieces of aluminum. He shifted, turned, almost in mid-step. “I think it’s down this way.”
“What? Why?” Alice asked, following his lead as he tugged her, turning left through the archway and down another hall.
“I’ve just got a feeling it’s this way,” he replied. “You may have been unconscious last time we were through here, but I wasn’t, and I think I remember that pipe on the ceiling. That’s Wonderland work if I’ve ever seen it.” He pointed, and Alice looked up to see a humongous, bright blue pipe that didn’t go straight from point A to point B like all the others, but journeyed in swoops and spirals, dipping and diving between the other scattered pieces of hardware like something alive.
They turned one more corner and there it was: about ten feet long and eight feet high, beautifully gilded in an ornate frame and constantly rippling like a puddle someone had just stepped in. Alice could see herself reflected in it - pants, dark blue top, jacket, sensible shoes, and knapsack - but it was hard to look at her image for too long. It felt like the image was sliding, blurring the longer she looked at it. She felt her stomach give a nervous, involuntary lurch. I’ve had enough of Wonderland for a lifetime, she had said once.
“Well,” Hatter said off to her left, nudging her shoulder with his own playfully. “You ready?”
She looked over at him, with his funny little crooked smile, and knew at once that all she would have to do is say no, and they could forget this whole thing. No questions, no problems, he wouldn’t say a word and he wouldn’t think any less of her, they’d just turn around and go home. He’d make her tea, he’d make her laugh, and then they would sit on the couch, eat dinner, and watch TV.
Just like yesterday.
Alice realized then, resolve settling in her bones, that while she loved yesterdays, she wanted to remember what it was like to have today.
“Yeah,” she said, smiling and squeezing his hand, throwing her nerves out the window and just focusing on him, being here with her, today. “Let’s go.”
So they stepped toward the mirror in unison, and just as the tip of Alice’s sneaker slid behind the Glass’ surface, she saw her reflection jerk and shift wildly, the image flickering and then disappearing, a sound filling her head like a thousand windows breaking - but before she could cry out, or jerk her foot back, or even change her momentum, she had already fallen through.
**
Chapter Three
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