Who Forgot the Kettle?; 30 Kisses
Title: Who Forgot the Kettle?
Author: sucrosesanction
Fandom: Alice
Pairing: Alice x Hatter
Theme: Epsilon, #24 Spastic
Rating: PG-13? Because of hot?
Summary: Hatter has a moment with Alice in the kitchen.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured in Syfy’s Alice or in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass.
To my other Alice/Hatter ficlets
“Alice.” She had been doing the dishes for her mother and he could not stand to wait another moment without some kind of contact. Hatter wrapped his arms around Alice’s waist and let his every curve meld against hers. His nose grazed her neck and his breath was hot on her collarbone.
“My Dearest.” His fingers made their way across her stomach, firm and yet gentle. The fabric that separated the two skins from making contact was too much. She almost asked him to tear it apart, right there in her mother’s kitchen, but self-restraint kept her from such extremes. A shiver escaped her though. No amount of self restraint keeping her body from response and she could feel his smirk against her neck.
That cocksure smirk would have gotten anyone else a good introduction of fist to face, but this was Hatter. He was the one whose cocksure grin could make her melt in a moment. “Loveliest.” He spoke each word with desperation and utter devotion to the woman he held in his arms. His nose nudged the straps of her shirt off of her shoulders and his lips followed in its path with hot kisses.
Alice’s hands wrapped around his and she exposed her neck, allowing him more flesh to flourish. He gripped her hands tightly and his lips formed their words around her skin, “Sweetest Darling.” Alice leaned forward, relying more on the sink and Hatter for support than her own two feet. She barely registered that her mother was in fact still home. She did not register at all what the consequences would be if her mother walked in just then.
Frankly it didn’t matter in the least. Hatter allowed his lips back up her shoulder, her neck and stopped at her ear, taking the lobe in his mouth. “And my most wonderful Alice.” One of her bare feet lifted and grazed against his calf and she closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than his attention just then. A small groan escaped her lips and his lips moved from her ear to his cheek.
Alice turned her face to meet his lips and it was in that moment that the tea kettle decided to whistle and Hatter forgot his present goal for another. “Mmmm… tea!” and with that he was off to brew a cup immediately.
Alice turned around and leaned against the sink. Hatter had left her perplexed, wanton, and utterly disheveled. She would have her vengeance on her spastic lover later, for now she was supposed to have been working on the dishes.
Author: sucrosesanction
Fandom: Alice
Pairing: Alice x Hatter
Theme: Epsilon, #24 Spastic
Rating: PG-13? Because of hot?
Summary: Hatter has a moment with Alice in the kitchen.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured in Syfy’s Alice or in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass.
To my other Alice/Hatter ficlets
“Alice.” She had been doing the dishes for her mother and he could not stand to wait another moment without some kind of contact. Hatter wrapped his arms around Alice’s waist and let his every curve meld against hers. His nose grazed her neck and his breath was hot on her collarbone.
“My Dearest.” His fingers made their way across her stomach, firm and yet gentle. The fabric that separated the two skins from making contact was too much. She almost asked him to tear it apart, right there in her mother’s kitchen, but self-restraint kept her from such extremes. A shiver escaped her though. No amount of self restraint keeping her body from response and she could feel his smirk against her neck.
That cocksure smirk would have gotten anyone else a good introduction of fist to face, but this was Hatter. He was the one whose cocksure grin could make her melt in a moment. “Loveliest.” He spoke each word with desperation and utter devotion to the woman he held in his arms. His nose nudged the straps of her shirt off of her shoulders and his lips followed in its path with hot kisses.
Alice’s hands wrapped around his and she exposed her neck, allowing him more flesh to flourish. He gripped her hands tightly and his lips formed their words around her skin, “Sweetest Darling.” Alice leaned forward, relying more on the sink and Hatter for support than her own two feet. She barely registered that her mother was in fact still home. She did not register at all what the consequences would be if her mother walked in just then.
Frankly it didn’t matter in the least. Hatter allowed his lips back up her shoulder, her neck and stopped at her ear, taking the lobe in his mouth. “And my most wonderful Alice.” One of her bare feet lifted and grazed against his calf and she closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than his attention just then. A small groan escaped her lips and his lips moved from her ear to his cheek.
Alice turned her face to meet his lips and it was in that moment that the tea kettle decided to whistle and Hatter forgot his present goal for another. “Mmmm… tea!” and with that he was off to brew a cup immediately.
Alice turned around and leaned against the sink. Hatter had left her perplexed, wanton, and utterly disheveled. She would have her vengeance on her spastic lover later, for now she was supposed to have been working on the dishes.