virgin!Hatter fic
Title: First
Author: amphetamine_47
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Mini
Warnings: Sex sex and more sex
Disclaimer: Sadly sadly oh so sadly not mine, even if I make them this happy...
Notes: Inspired by thewritingbug’s ‘prompt me’ post, wherein someone mentioned that virgin!Hatter would be awesome. And then my brain THOUGHT UP A LOGICAL REASON THAT THIS WOULD BE SO. Clearly I need help. Also, Hatter has mad skills for a virgin. Go with it.
Alice is growing frustrated. Since the day she enthusiastically welcomed Hatter to her world, they have shared dozens, perhaps hundreds of kisses. Sweet little pecks, passionate smooches, hot, wet embraces that make her want to rip his clothes off.
And that’s the problem. Because he kisses her, and he holds her, and he touches her…but he’s moved no further. She hasn’t had a boyfriend who didn’t try to get past second base since freshman year of high school, and while it’s novel at first, by the sixth week she’s grown annoyed. And a little desperate.
So the next time they have dinner, she wears less than usual--a little sundress with a plunging neckline and a provocatively short skirt-and bends over a lot. At the end of dinner Hatter offers to clear the table and instead she sits on his lap,
“I have a better idea.”
“Better idea?” he asks, and his voice is nervously high pitched. She puts her arms around him and toys with the hair on the back of his neck.
“I want you, Hatter.”
“That’s...lovely.”
She doesn’t know how he does it, but somehow he slithers (there’s really no other word for it) out from under her, out of the chair, and moves to stand at the back of the couch, hands up.
“Alice. Really, lovely. Lovely offer.”
“Stop saying lovely,” she orders, resisting the urge to pick up the leftover lasagna and hurl it at him. It’d take forever to get out of the upholstery. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
“Wrong with you?” Understanding dawns on his face, and he gives her a smile that only serves to piss her off even more. “No no no, you’ve got it all wrong. Alice, my dear, my precious oyster-“
She hurls the lasagna at him, and to her further annoyance he catches it (though he does at least end up with a great deal of tomato sauce on his shirt, which is some consolation). He blinks, staring down at the bowl in his hands and his red-stained shirt.
“You...did you just throw lasagna at me?” Her glare informs him that this is the least important thing that’s happened here tonight, so he hurries to add: “Best-well, only, actually-lasagna I’ve ever had. And a nice shot to boot, as my shirt can attest.” He puts the bowl down on the nearest table and holds up his hands again, “But really, what’s important is-"
“Are you trying to drive me crazy? Because that’s what you’re doing. Oysters like kissing. We like hugging. But eventually we want to go a little bit further than that, and you don’t seem to show the least bit of interest in me!”
“Not...not so...Alice,” he huffs out a breath, looking embarrassed, “It’s just...I do. I would love to...” he looks her up and down and she’s pleased to see a shudder run through him, “I just...it’s...well, I’m not so much…”
She crosses the room swiftly, silencing him with a passionate kiss before yanking open his shirt and licking the tomato sauce splattered up his throat.
“Oh sweet whistling kettles,” he groans, and she chuckles against his neck. Abruptly he grasps her shoulders and holds her an arms-length from him. “Alice. Seriously. It’s just that I haven’t. Y’see, Wonderlanders don’t...”
She frowns, sudden realization dawning, and she can’t believe it. It’s not at all possible.
“Hatter. You aren’t trying to tell me…you’re not a virgin are you?”
He looks away shiftily, and when he speaks it’s all con-man bluster,
“Well, that would probably depend on your definition-“
“You’ve never had sex.”
He makes a little sound of annoyance and concedes, “Well then yes, I’m a virgin.”
Alice steps back to lean against the nearest dining chair, stunned. Hatter, who had no respect for personal space, and had the ability to ooze sex appeal, and who gave every impression of being the very definition of a worldly man, was a virgin?
“But you...I mean...you…”
To his credit, he pulls himself together quickly and again assumes the breezy confidence she will always associate with Hatter, Owner of the Tea Shoppe.
“Wonderlanders haven’t the need to...partake, as it were. Not with the Queen’s easy fixes, you understand.”
“What?”
“A bit of Lust, a dose of Satisfaction, all the same feelings and none of the...er...mess.”
She can’t fathom this, because really? The whole world just...voluntarily goes without?
“What?” she asks again.
“Why d’you think I was so keen on that hug? That’s...uh, that’s a big...”
“Are you trying to tell me that a hug is like third base for Wonderland?”
“What?”
“Never mind,” she’s so not getting side tracked with explanations of sports-to-sex metaphors right now, “So you do everything but.”
“Essentially.”
There’s a long moment of silence, and she nods,
“Okay. Glad we got that cleared up.”
And then she pounces.
Hatter lets out a startled squawk as she knocks him over the back of the couch. They tumble off the cushions and onto the floor, where she pins him easily.
“Hatter,” she purrs, “I think your luck is finally changing.”
They are, by now, very good at kissing each other. They kiss heatedly for a long moment, and when she finally pulls back to look down at his face they’re both gasping. She nips her way down his throat, licking at the remnants of the tomato sauce down to the collar of his shirt. His hands work their way down her sides to the indecently short skirt, and he squeezes her ass with a challengingly raised eyebrow.
Oh yeah, she thinks, watch this.
She continues kissing her way down as his nimble fingers tickle along the edges of her skirt, tracing little patterns on the backs of her thighs and darting daringly in between from time to time. She pretends that it isn’t driving her crazy and instead turns her attention to his chest. She lowers her mouth to one nipple and licks just so, and his hands become suddenly still. She turns circles around one, then the other, and whispers across the moisture, “Good?”
“Mmm,” he rumbles, low in his chest, and she glances up from beneath her lashes to see him watching her through eyes that seem suddenly, immeasurably darker. A little thrill goes straight through her, pooling warm between her legs, and she grinds against him-just a bit-delighting in his sudden intake of breath. His hands tighten on her ass, almost but not quite painful, and she kisses her way back up his throat until they begin to move again.
She knows he likes her breasts-he’s too very male not to-though he has always worshiped them through her clothes. So she sits up a little, pulls one strap and then the other of her sundress down, and smirks at the look he gives her, because it’s part deer-in-the-headlights and a larger part so-turned-on-so-I-can’t-think.
“Lesson one,” she murmurs, “erogenous zones. If something feels good, let me know. I’ll do the same.”
And then she lowers herself again, moaning gratefully as he takes one nipple in his mouth. Hatter, she decides, is an indecently quick learner. Her hand plays across his chest, the other tangling in his hair as he lavishes attention on her, and she grinds against him until his hands finally seize her hips, stilling her, and he pulls back.
“Y’keep doing that,” he says tightly, “and it’s all over.”
“Can’t handle the pressure?” She wiggles again and he gasps, hands tight on her hips.
“You’re going to kill me,” he groans.
“It’s the best possible way to go,” she promises, and scoots back to rest on his thighs. She unfastens his pants with a wicked smile, and his voice is tight as he grounds out her name.
“Do you do this in Wonderland?” she whispers, slipping her hand inside and running her hand down the length of him. He bucks, hips lifting off the floor, and she gives a breathy chuckle. “Is that a yes?”
“I do that in Wonderland,” he manages, gasping, “You doing it is ah...”
She gets his pants down over his hips quickly-though without comment from Hatter, who seems to be concentrating more on breathing. His fingers dig deeper in to the flesh of her hips, like he’s holding on for dear life as she runs her hand up and down the shaft, over the head, other hand toying with his balls.
“Alice,” he manages, and it’s half growl and half plea as his hips buck again.
“What do you want?” she murmurs, and he groans, throwing his head back. “Do you want more?”
“Don’t stop,” he gasps, and she tightens her hand over and around him, pumps faster until he’s panting and straining and gasping her name as he comes.
Hatter collects himself slowly, chest heaving, and looks up at her. Alice is smirking sexily from her perch on his thighs, wiping her fingers daintily on the dress pushed up around her waist.
“My turn,” he says finally, and she licks her lips in anticipation.
One hand leaves her hip, slipping between them to find her wet and waiting for him.
“Have you done this before?”
“I’ll need some practice,” he retorts, and she gasps as he pushes a finger in to her.
Yes, she thinks, he’s an indecently fast learner.
His thumb rubs over her clit and she hisses in a breath.
“So,” he says, and she knows that this is payback. Not that she’s complaining. “those erogenous zones...”
“Mm-hmm,” she manages, lip between her teeth.
“You’ll have to speak up, darling.”
“If you stop I’ll kill you,” she growls, and he chuckles, low and pleased, as she shudders. And then, absurdly quickly, he’s moved his hands without seeming to move at all and has flipped them around so that she’s on her back on the floor and he’s hovering over her, hand again between her thighs.
Part of her wants to ask how the hell he learned to do this if he’s never had sex, but a much larger part doesn’t care even a little bit, just doesn’t want his fingers to stop moving just like that. She whimpers, nearing the edge, as he lowers his mouth to her breast again, rolling her nipple around with his tongue and suckling, and she may actually beg for him to get inside her...though she’s already in a haze by that point.
His mouth moves away, his hands still and move away to stabilize himself, and he looks very intently in to her eyes as he slips inside. Her eyes flutter closed with a sigh, and when she opens them again he’s still hovering there, eyes closed, gritting his teeth.
“Hatter,” she whispers, and moves a hand up to cup his cheek, “you okay?”
“God yes,” he breathes, and his hips move instinctively, out and then in again oh-so-slowly. He opens his eyes, looks down at her as he continues to move, and she gives him an encouraging smile.
He continues to thrust, balancing himself on one hand so the other can slip again between them, stroking her as he moves. Her hand clenches in to his hair and she makes an indelicate little noise that he decides he wants to hear for the rest of eternity.
They’re both well aware that despite her earlier...assistance, he’s not going to last long. His fingers, so long and nimble and used to performing distracting tricks with his hat, are just as cunning between her legs and she finds it amazing that he manages to pace his fingers and thrusts until she’s whimpering and gasping. She feels herself tightening, inside and out, and gasps his name in a desperate voice as the world goes white around her.
He follows right behind her, thrusting wildly for a long moment as she clenches around him, before groaning his own release, panting and nearly collapsing on to her. Alice clutches his head to her chest, both of them breathless and exhausted and blissful. For a long moment they just lie there, sated and gasping.
“Better than Tea?” she asks finally, when they can both breathe again, and he gives her an incredulous look that makes her giggle.
“Wonderland’s got nothing on you,” he assures her, and pulls back, slipping slowly out of her to lie beside her on the floor, “But I think...I’ll definitely need more practice.”
She smiles, blindingly bright, and curls herself against him in contentment,
“Me too.”
They never do make it to bed that night. Neither of them minds.
Author: amphetamine_47
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Mini
Warnings: Sex sex and more sex
Disclaimer: Sadly sadly oh so sadly not mine, even if I make them this happy...
Notes: Inspired by thewritingbug’s ‘prompt me’ post, wherein someone mentioned that virgin!Hatter would be awesome. And then my brain THOUGHT UP A LOGICAL REASON THAT THIS WOULD BE SO. Clearly I need help. Also, Hatter has mad skills for a virgin. Go with it.
Alice is growing frustrated. Since the day she enthusiastically welcomed Hatter to her world, they have shared dozens, perhaps hundreds of kisses. Sweet little pecks, passionate smooches, hot, wet embraces that make her want to rip his clothes off.
And that’s the problem. Because he kisses her, and he holds her, and he touches her…but he’s moved no further. She hasn’t had a boyfriend who didn’t try to get past second base since freshman year of high school, and while it’s novel at first, by the sixth week she’s grown annoyed. And a little desperate.
So the next time they have dinner, she wears less than usual--a little sundress with a plunging neckline and a provocatively short skirt-and bends over a lot. At the end of dinner Hatter offers to clear the table and instead she sits on his lap,
“I have a better idea.”
“Better idea?” he asks, and his voice is nervously high pitched. She puts her arms around him and toys with the hair on the back of his neck.
“I want you, Hatter.”
“That’s...lovely.”
She doesn’t know how he does it, but somehow he slithers (there’s really no other word for it) out from under her, out of the chair, and moves to stand at the back of the couch, hands up.
“Alice. Really, lovely. Lovely offer.”
“Stop saying lovely,” she orders, resisting the urge to pick up the leftover lasagna and hurl it at him. It’d take forever to get out of the upholstery. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
“Wrong with you?” Understanding dawns on his face, and he gives her a smile that only serves to piss her off even more. “No no no, you’ve got it all wrong. Alice, my dear, my precious oyster-“
She hurls the lasagna at him, and to her further annoyance he catches it (though he does at least end up with a great deal of tomato sauce on his shirt, which is some consolation). He blinks, staring down at the bowl in his hands and his red-stained shirt.
“You...did you just throw lasagna at me?” Her glare informs him that this is the least important thing that’s happened here tonight, so he hurries to add: “Best-well, only, actually-lasagna I’ve ever had. And a nice shot to boot, as my shirt can attest.” He puts the bowl down on the nearest table and holds up his hands again, “But really, what’s important is-"
“Are you trying to drive me crazy? Because that’s what you’re doing. Oysters like kissing. We like hugging. But eventually we want to go a little bit further than that, and you don’t seem to show the least bit of interest in me!”
“Not...not so...Alice,” he huffs out a breath, looking embarrassed, “It’s just...I do. I would love to...” he looks her up and down and she’s pleased to see a shudder run through him, “I just...it’s...well, I’m not so much…”
She crosses the room swiftly, silencing him with a passionate kiss before yanking open his shirt and licking the tomato sauce splattered up his throat.
“Oh sweet whistling kettles,” he groans, and she chuckles against his neck. Abruptly he grasps her shoulders and holds her an arms-length from him. “Alice. Seriously. It’s just that I haven’t. Y’see, Wonderlanders don’t...”
She frowns, sudden realization dawning, and she can’t believe it. It’s not at all possible.
“Hatter. You aren’t trying to tell me…you’re not a virgin are you?”
He looks away shiftily, and when he speaks it’s all con-man bluster,
“Well, that would probably depend on your definition-“
“You’ve never had sex.”
He makes a little sound of annoyance and concedes, “Well then yes, I’m a virgin.”
Alice steps back to lean against the nearest dining chair, stunned. Hatter, who had no respect for personal space, and had the ability to ooze sex appeal, and who gave every impression of being the very definition of a worldly man, was a virgin?
“But you...I mean...you…”
To his credit, he pulls himself together quickly and again assumes the breezy confidence she will always associate with Hatter, Owner of the Tea Shoppe.
“Wonderlanders haven’t the need to...partake, as it were. Not with the Queen’s easy fixes, you understand.”
“What?”
“A bit of Lust, a dose of Satisfaction, all the same feelings and none of the...er...mess.”
She can’t fathom this, because really? The whole world just...voluntarily goes without?
“What?” she asks again.
“Why d’you think I was so keen on that hug? That’s...uh, that’s a big...”
“Are you trying to tell me that a hug is like third base for Wonderland?”
“What?”
“Never mind,” she’s so not getting side tracked with explanations of sports-to-sex metaphors right now, “So you do everything but.”
“Essentially.”
There’s a long moment of silence, and she nods,
“Okay. Glad we got that cleared up.”
And then she pounces.
Hatter lets out a startled squawk as she knocks him over the back of the couch. They tumble off the cushions and onto the floor, where she pins him easily.
“Hatter,” she purrs, “I think your luck is finally changing.”
They are, by now, very good at kissing each other. They kiss heatedly for a long moment, and when she finally pulls back to look down at his face they’re both gasping. She nips her way down his throat, licking at the remnants of the tomato sauce down to the collar of his shirt. His hands work their way down her sides to the indecently short skirt, and he squeezes her ass with a challengingly raised eyebrow.
Oh yeah, she thinks, watch this.
She continues kissing her way down as his nimble fingers tickle along the edges of her skirt, tracing little patterns on the backs of her thighs and darting daringly in between from time to time. She pretends that it isn’t driving her crazy and instead turns her attention to his chest. She lowers her mouth to one nipple and licks just so, and his hands become suddenly still. She turns circles around one, then the other, and whispers across the moisture, “Good?”
“Mmm,” he rumbles, low in his chest, and she glances up from beneath her lashes to see him watching her through eyes that seem suddenly, immeasurably darker. A little thrill goes straight through her, pooling warm between her legs, and she grinds against him-just a bit-delighting in his sudden intake of breath. His hands tighten on her ass, almost but not quite painful, and she kisses her way back up his throat until they begin to move again.
She knows he likes her breasts-he’s too very male not to-though he has always worshiped them through her clothes. So she sits up a little, pulls one strap and then the other of her sundress down, and smirks at the look he gives her, because it’s part deer-in-the-headlights and a larger part so-turned-on-so-I-can’t-think.
“Lesson one,” she murmurs, “erogenous zones. If something feels good, let me know. I’ll do the same.”
And then she lowers herself again, moaning gratefully as he takes one nipple in his mouth. Hatter, she decides, is an indecently quick learner. Her hand plays across his chest, the other tangling in his hair as he lavishes attention on her, and she grinds against him until his hands finally seize her hips, stilling her, and he pulls back.
“Y’keep doing that,” he says tightly, “and it’s all over.”
“Can’t handle the pressure?” She wiggles again and he gasps, hands tight on her hips.
“You’re going to kill me,” he groans.
“It’s the best possible way to go,” she promises, and scoots back to rest on his thighs. She unfastens his pants with a wicked smile, and his voice is tight as he grounds out her name.
“Do you do this in Wonderland?” she whispers, slipping her hand inside and running her hand down the length of him. He bucks, hips lifting off the floor, and she gives a breathy chuckle. “Is that a yes?”
“I do that in Wonderland,” he manages, gasping, “You doing it is ah...”
She gets his pants down over his hips quickly-though without comment from Hatter, who seems to be concentrating more on breathing. His fingers dig deeper in to the flesh of her hips, like he’s holding on for dear life as she runs her hand up and down the shaft, over the head, other hand toying with his balls.
“Alice,” he manages, and it’s half growl and half plea as his hips buck again.
“What do you want?” she murmurs, and he groans, throwing his head back. “Do you want more?”
“Don’t stop,” he gasps, and she tightens her hand over and around him, pumps faster until he’s panting and straining and gasping her name as he comes.
Hatter collects himself slowly, chest heaving, and looks up at her. Alice is smirking sexily from her perch on his thighs, wiping her fingers daintily on the dress pushed up around her waist.
“My turn,” he says finally, and she licks her lips in anticipation.
One hand leaves her hip, slipping between them to find her wet and waiting for him.
“Have you done this before?”
“I’ll need some practice,” he retorts, and she gasps as he pushes a finger in to her.
Yes, she thinks, he’s an indecently fast learner.
His thumb rubs over her clit and she hisses in a breath.
“So,” he says, and she knows that this is payback. Not that she’s complaining. “those erogenous zones...”
“Mm-hmm,” she manages, lip between her teeth.
“You’ll have to speak up, darling.”
“If you stop I’ll kill you,” she growls, and he chuckles, low and pleased, as she shudders. And then, absurdly quickly, he’s moved his hands without seeming to move at all and has flipped them around so that she’s on her back on the floor and he’s hovering over her, hand again between her thighs.
Part of her wants to ask how the hell he learned to do this if he’s never had sex, but a much larger part doesn’t care even a little bit, just doesn’t want his fingers to stop moving just like that. She whimpers, nearing the edge, as he lowers his mouth to her breast again, rolling her nipple around with his tongue and suckling, and she may actually beg for him to get inside her...though she’s already in a haze by that point.
His mouth moves away, his hands still and move away to stabilize himself, and he looks very intently in to her eyes as he slips inside. Her eyes flutter closed with a sigh, and when she opens them again he’s still hovering there, eyes closed, gritting his teeth.
“Hatter,” she whispers, and moves a hand up to cup his cheek, “you okay?”
“God yes,” he breathes, and his hips move instinctively, out and then in again oh-so-slowly. He opens his eyes, looks down at her as he continues to move, and she gives him an encouraging smile.
He continues to thrust, balancing himself on one hand so the other can slip again between them, stroking her as he moves. Her hand clenches in to his hair and she makes an indelicate little noise that he decides he wants to hear for the rest of eternity.
They’re both well aware that despite her earlier...assistance, he’s not going to last long. His fingers, so long and nimble and used to performing distracting tricks with his hat, are just as cunning between her legs and she finds it amazing that he manages to pace his fingers and thrusts until she’s whimpering and gasping. She feels herself tightening, inside and out, and gasps his name in a desperate voice as the world goes white around her.
He follows right behind her, thrusting wildly for a long moment as she clenches around him, before groaning his own release, panting and nearly collapsing on to her. Alice clutches his head to her chest, both of them breathless and exhausted and blissful. For a long moment they just lie there, sated and gasping.
“Better than Tea?” she asks finally, when they can both breathe again, and he gives her an incredulous look that makes her giggle.
“Wonderland’s got nothing on you,” he assures her, and pulls back, slipping slowly out of her to lie beside her on the floor, “But I think...I’ll definitely need more practice.”
She smiles, blindingly bright, and curls herself against him in contentment,
“Me too.”
They never do make it to bed that night. Neither of them minds.