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akainagiYet Ten More Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 30-35)
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: SO NC-17
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 1-5/10 (Table 4) from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Prompt: Blood
He pays for his life in blood.
He pays for it in slipped needles, in fingernails dug into palms and gouged into forearms.
He pays for it in the occasional slipped knife, and sometimes without even the pretext of slipping. Sometimes the knife dances its way across his skin simply for the gratification of seeing that magical red liquid welling and flowing.
His blood did not flow with the rest of his clan’s. He survived. But he will make sure to pay for it in spades.
Prompt: Why?
“But why can’t I see her?” the Hatter asked plaintively.
“Alice says it’s tradition. Bride and groom can’t see each other before the wedding. It’ll bring horrible bad luck, she says.” Mallymkun briefly considers letting Hatter in. She wouldn’t mind seeing this marriage have a bit of bad luck. But she does so want her Hatter to be happy. And as maid of honor, her honor dictates she must do her job. So she brandishes her hatpin and threatens to give her dear Hatter a good poking if he doesn’t quit loitering around Alice’s door.
“But I have her wedding gift-“ he began.
“Then give it to her at the wedding, now off with you!”
The Hatter growled in frustration. “But it’s to be worn for the wedding!”
“Tarrant,” an unmistakable voice called from inside, “I’m sorry, but we can’t see each other before the wedding ceremony. If you have something to give me, you must pass it though the door.”
The door to Alice’s room opened a crack, just enough to allow Mallymkun to scurry inside, and for Alice to reach out one white lace-gloved hand.
Tarrant had a fleeting desire to grab that tantalizing hand and haul her out so he could see the rest of her. But it wouldn’t do to make the bride cross on her wedding day. Even a half-mad man knew that. So he gently placed tissue paper wrapped parcel in Alice’s hand and watched as both disappeared behind the heavy door.
There was the crinkling of the tissue paper and a soft gasp, “Oh, Tarrant, it’s magnificent. You’ve outdone yourself I dare say.”
Tarrant fairly puffed up with professional pride. “Well it wouldn’t speak very well of me as a Hatter if my bride didn’t look her best for the occasion.”
“Thank you, Tarrant. Now I’m afraid you must go. I’ll see you at the altar.”
Tarrant weighed his options carefully. “When you say bad luck … is that only slightly bad luck, or really really bad luck?
“Really, really bad luck, now go.”
The disappointed Hatter turned and went to await his bride at the altar.
Prompt: Gift
Having been refused an audience with his bride scant minutes before his wedding, the disappointed Hatter, turned to go await his bride at the altar.
“Oh, Tarrant,” Alice called from the crack in her bedroom door.
Tarrant rushed back, hopeful that Alice had changed her mind and decided to let him in.
What he saw was one slender, stockingless leg poking through the cracked door, revealing all the way to the upper thigh.
It was bare except for a single lacy garter, which made her look more nude than if she was wearing naught.
Tarrant’s eyes widened, their green color darkening with desire. “Lass,” he growled in his Outlandish brogue. “You better put that thing away before I grab it and make away with you, sod the wedding.”
Slowly, inch by inch, the tantalizing extremity disappeared behind the door.
“Well you gave me my present,” Alice purred. “It’s only fair I give you a preview of yours.”
Prompt: Passion
They sat through endless toasts, given by everyone from the Queen, to McTwisp, to Mallymkun as the maid of honor, and finally one from Chess (his was decidedly on the naughty side, the incorrigible feline).
Tarrant and Alice led with the first dance of the evening. Tarrant, by popular demand, performed what all declared to be the finest and most vigorous futterwacken ever seen in Underland. All told, the bride and groom fairly danced the night away, their bodies pressed scandalously close together as they made their way about the dance floor. Tarrant took the opportunity to whisper wickedly improper things in his wife’s ear, causing her to giggle and turn the most delicious shade of red.
They ate a minimal, but polite amount of the wedding feast, each of them preferring to save their appetite for things more satisfying than food.
And when the opportunity presented itself, it was Alice who took it, beckoning to her new husband from the doors of the grand ballroom before she disappeared down the hall. Tarrant raced after her, ignoring the whistles and catcalls and well-wishes of the assembled throng.
He had a bride to catch.
He reached the hallway just in time to see the edge of Alice’s veil, disappearing around a corner.
He chased his laughing bride through the castle, twisting and turning until they reached their rooms, new and spacious, a gift from the Queen to the newly-married couple.
Tarrant caught up with his prey just outside their room, grabbing her roughly by the waist, spinning her around and slamming her up against the door so hard she left her feet.
Alice gasped with surprise before her lips were claimed in an intense, searing kiss. Tarrant’s hand snaked between her and the door, kneading her buttocks, grinding her against him and lifting her up, with the other hand he guided her to wrap her legs around his midsection.
“Tarrant!” she gasped. “As much as I’m enjoying this –oh, gods that feels good- do you think we might continue it inside the bedroom?”
Supporting his wife with one hand, and groping for the doorknob with the other, Tarrant managed to get the door to their room open. Kicking the door closed behind him, he carried her to the bed. Laying her down freed his hands to roam her body. Clothes were shed; shirts and trousers and wedding dresses tossed unceremoniously to the floor, sacrificed to the cause of the couple’s immediate and complete gratification.
Tarrant kissed his way across her breasts. “I think I’ll be claiming my wedding gift now,” he growled in the rough Outlandish burr that drove Alice fairly mad with desire. “The only question is how do I open it?” His calloused, work roughened hands found her center and, without warning, slipped deftly inside. Alice cried out from the pleasure of it. “Shall I open in with my hands?” He kissed his way down her body until he was poised between her thighs, “Or shall I open it with my mouth?”
When his tongue met her wet center she thought she would lose her mind from the pleasure of it. He nipped and kissed and nuzzled until she could no longer take it.
“Tarrant! Please!” she pleaded breathlessly.
He moved to brace himself over her. Alice boldly reached between them and guided him to her center raising her hips in a swift motion that captured him in one stroke. It was Tarrant’s turn to gasp out his pleasure. Alice wrapped her legs around his waist and began to undulate her hips in a maddeningly slow motion that left them both quivering. She brought her lips to his ear. “How do you like your gift, my love? It seems to fit you rather well. It should; it was made only for you.”
Something in Tarrant broke free at her soft words and he began grinding his hips against hers, quickening the pace of their joining. Faster and faster they came together, until with a final lunge and a shout, Tarrant came into her, driving her over the edge in the process. And they both collapsed, quaking in the aftermath, gasping for breath, heady with the joy of it.
Tarrant rolled onto his back, taking her with him to nestle against his side. Kissing her forehead he whispered in a voice choked with emotion. “My wife.”
Alice smiled, pressing her own feather light kiss against his chest. “My Husband.”
They stayed that way, bodies entwined until sleep claimed them both. And even in dreams, they dreamt of each other.
Prompt: Ring
Alice couldn’t stop looking at it, the delicate silver band that encircled the finger of her left hand.
She was married.
The thought still made her heart skip a beat.
It had been so different than the visions she had growing up. Like all little girls she had fantasized about her wedding day. Her father giving her away into the arms of a handsome prince who would carry her off into the sunset.
But there had been no father to give her away. And in the place of the handsome prince of her dreams was a man with wild eyes and scarred hands, a mad mind and a kind heart.
She had been married by a Queen, her Maid of honor had been a mouse, the best man had been a cat, and her wedding had been attended by what had seemed at the time to be an entire kingdom.
And just to think two years ago she had been so close to marrying the dullest man in the world because he was a Lord. And how could she possibly do better than a Lord?
She entwined her hand with her sleeping husband’s. He didn’t even stir. Guess we wore each other out, she chuckled to herself. Her happiness threatened to overflow.
Let them keep their Princes and their Lords, she thought to herself.
She had landed herself a Hatter.
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: SO NC-17
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 1-5/10 (Table 4) from
10_prompts.Prompt: Blood
He pays for his life in blood.
He pays for it in slipped needles, in fingernails dug into palms and gouged into forearms.
He pays for it in the occasional slipped knife, and sometimes without even the pretext of slipping. Sometimes the knife dances its way across his skin simply for the gratification of seeing that magical red liquid welling and flowing.
His blood did not flow with the rest of his clan’s. He survived. But he will make sure to pay for it in spades.
Prompt: Why?
“But why can’t I see her?” the Hatter asked plaintively.
“Alice says it’s tradition. Bride and groom can’t see each other before the wedding. It’ll bring horrible bad luck, she says.” Mallymkun briefly considers letting Hatter in. She wouldn’t mind seeing this marriage have a bit of bad luck. But she does so want her Hatter to be happy. And as maid of honor, her honor dictates she must do her job. So she brandishes her hatpin and threatens to give her dear Hatter a good poking if he doesn’t quit loitering around Alice’s door.
“But I have her wedding gift-“ he began.
“Then give it to her at the wedding, now off with you!”
The Hatter growled in frustration. “But it’s to be worn for the wedding!”
“Tarrant,” an unmistakable voice called from inside, “I’m sorry, but we can’t see each other before the wedding ceremony. If you have something to give me, you must pass it though the door.”
The door to Alice’s room opened a crack, just enough to allow Mallymkun to scurry inside, and for Alice to reach out one white lace-gloved hand.
Tarrant had a fleeting desire to grab that tantalizing hand and haul her out so he could see the rest of her. But it wouldn’t do to make the bride cross on her wedding day. Even a half-mad man knew that. So he gently placed tissue paper wrapped parcel in Alice’s hand and watched as both disappeared behind the heavy door.
There was the crinkling of the tissue paper and a soft gasp, “Oh, Tarrant, it’s magnificent. You’ve outdone yourself I dare say.”
Tarrant fairly puffed up with professional pride. “Well it wouldn’t speak very well of me as a Hatter if my bride didn’t look her best for the occasion.”
“Thank you, Tarrant. Now I’m afraid you must go. I’ll see you at the altar.”
Tarrant weighed his options carefully. “When you say bad luck … is that only slightly bad luck, or really really bad luck?
“Really, really bad luck, now go.”
The disappointed Hatter turned and went to await his bride at the altar.
Prompt: Gift
Having been refused an audience with his bride scant minutes before his wedding, the disappointed Hatter, turned to go await his bride at the altar.
“Oh, Tarrant,” Alice called from the crack in her bedroom door.
Tarrant rushed back, hopeful that Alice had changed her mind and decided to let him in.
What he saw was one slender, stockingless leg poking through the cracked door, revealing all the way to the upper thigh.
It was bare except for a single lacy garter, which made her look more nude than if she was wearing naught.
Tarrant’s eyes widened, their green color darkening with desire. “Lass,” he growled in his Outlandish brogue. “You better put that thing away before I grab it and make away with you, sod the wedding.”
Slowly, inch by inch, the tantalizing extremity disappeared behind the door.
“Well you gave me my present,” Alice purred. “It’s only fair I give you a preview of yours.”
Prompt: Passion
They sat through endless toasts, given by everyone from the Queen, to McTwisp, to Mallymkun as the maid of honor, and finally one from Chess (his was decidedly on the naughty side, the incorrigible feline).
Tarrant and Alice led with the first dance of the evening. Tarrant, by popular demand, performed what all declared to be the finest and most vigorous futterwacken ever seen in Underland. All told, the bride and groom fairly danced the night away, their bodies pressed scandalously close together as they made their way about the dance floor. Tarrant took the opportunity to whisper wickedly improper things in his wife’s ear, causing her to giggle and turn the most delicious shade of red.
They ate a minimal, but polite amount of the wedding feast, each of them preferring to save their appetite for things more satisfying than food.
And when the opportunity presented itself, it was Alice who took it, beckoning to her new husband from the doors of the grand ballroom before she disappeared down the hall. Tarrant raced after her, ignoring the whistles and catcalls and well-wishes of the assembled throng.
He had a bride to catch.
He reached the hallway just in time to see the edge of Alice’s veil, disappearing around a corner.
He chased his laughing bride through the castle, twisting and turning until they reached their rooms, new and spacious, a gift from the Queen to the newly-married couple.
Tarrant caught up with his prey just outside their room, grabbing her roughly by the waist, spinning her around and slamming her up against the door so hard she left her feet.
Alice gasped with surprise before her lips were claimed in an intense, searing kiss. Tarrant’s hand snaked between her and the door, kneading her buttocks, grinding her against him and lifting her up, with the other hand he guided her to wrap her legs around his midsection.
“Tarrant!” she gasped. “As much as I’m enjoying this –oh, gods that feels good- do you think we might continue it inside the bedroom?”
Supporting his wife with one hand, and groping for the doorknob with the other, Tarrant managed to get the door to their room open. Kicking the door closed behind him, he carried her to the bed. Laying her down freed his hands to roam her body. Clothes were shed; shirts and trousers and wedding dresses tossed unceremoniously to the floor, sacrificed to the cause of the couple’s immediate and complete gratification.
Tarrant kissed his way across her breasts. “I think I’ll be claiming my wedding gift now,” he growled in the rough Outlandish burr that drove Alice fairly mad with desire. “The only question is how do I open it?” His calloused, work roughened hands found her center and, without warning, slipped deftly inside. Alice cried out from the pleasure of it. “Shall I open in with my hands?” He kissed his way down her body until he was poised between her thighs, “Or shall I open it with my mouth?”
When his tongue met her wet center she thought she would lose her mind from the pleasure of it. He nipped and kissed and nuzzled until she could no longer take it.
“Tarrant! Please!” she pleaded breathlessly.
He moved to brace himself over her. Alice boldly reached between them and guided him to her center raising her hips in a swift motion that captured him in one stroke. It was Tarrant’s turn to gasp out his pleasure. Alice wrapped her legs around his waist and began to undulate her hips in a maddeningly slow motion that left them both quivering. She brought her lips to his ear. “How do you like your gift, my love? It seems to fit you rather well. It should; it was made only for you.”
Something in Tarrant broke free at her soft words and he began grinding his hips against hers, quickening the pace of their joining. Faster and faster they came together, until with a final lunge and a shout, Tarrant came into her, driving her over the edge in the process. And they both collapsed, quaking in the aftermath, gasping for breath, heady with the joy of it.
Tarrant rolled onto his back, taking her with him to nestle against his side. Kissing her forehead he whispered in a voice choked with emotion. “My wife.”
Alice smiled, pressing her own feather light kiss against his chest. “My Husband.”
They stayed that way, bodies entwined until sleep claimed them both. And even in dreams, they dreamt of each other.
Prompt: Ring
Alice couldn’t stop looking at it, the delicate silver band that encircled the finger of her left hand.
She was married.
The thought still made her heart skip a beat.
It had been so different than the visions she had growing up. Like all little girls she had fantasized about her wedding day. Her father giving her away into the arms of a handsome prince who would carry her off into the sunset.
But there had been no father to give her away. And in the place of the handsome prince of her dreams was a man with wild eyes and scarred hands, a mad mind and a kind heart.
She had been married by a Queen, her Maid of honor had been a mouse, the best man had been a cat, and her wedding had been attended by what had seemed at the time to be an entire kingdom.
And just to think two years ago she had been so close to marrying the dullest man in the world because he was a Lord. And how could she possibly do better than a Lord?
She entwined her hand with her sleeping husband’s. He didn’t even stir. Guess we wore each other out, she chuckled to herself. Her happiness threatened to overflow.
Let them keep their Princes and their Lords, she thought to herself.
She had landed herself a Hatter.
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Date: 2010-03-25 01:13 am (UTC)thank you so much for sharing!
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-25 01:21 am (UTC)*sighs*
I want a Hatter.
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:38 pm (UTC)Just awwww
Date: 2010-03-25 02:15 am (UTC)Re: Just awwww
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Date: 2010-03-25 03:35 am (UTC)More please! ♥
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-25 04:45 am (UTC)Mallymkun briefly considers letting Hatter in. She wouldn’t mind seeing this marriage have a bit of bad luck. But she does so want her Hatter to be happy. And as maid of honor, her honor dictates she must do her job. So she brandishes her hatpin and threatens to give her dear Hatter a good poking if he doesn’t quit loitering around Alice’s door.
XDDDD win.
Also:
Tarrant kissed his way across her breasts. “I think I’ll be claiming my wedding gift now,” he growled in the rough Outlandish burr that drove Alice fairly mad with desire. “The only question is how do I open it?”
GUH. Excuse me while I stare slac-jawed at the computer for awhile while I let the amazing mental images take their corse.
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Okay, I'm done. For now.
And of course, that last line....so perfect! You=WIN.
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:42 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading and I'm so glad you enjoyed it, smut and all ^_^
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Date: 2010-03-25 06:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-25 09:42 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-03-25 08:41 am (UTC)She had landed herself a Hatter."
Awwww! How sweet!
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:46 pm (UTC)Thank you as always for your great comments!
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Date: 2010-03-25 11:20 pm (UTC)I'll admit it's difficult for me to read smut (with these characters) but I still liked your fic.
My fav prompts were "Why? & "Ring".
"When you say bad luck .... is that only slightly bad luck, or really really bad luck?"
and
"Let them keep their princes and their lords, she thought to herself. She had landed herself a Hatter."
Very sweet! ♥ I want a Hatter too! <3
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Date: 2010-03-26 12:24 pm (UTC)