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akainagiAnother Ten Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 56-60)
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: SO NC-17
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 5-10 (Table 6) from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Prompt: Dolls
It didn’t take long for Alice to realize that the poor hedgehog was just the beginning.
Every creature of Underland, every animal, every person, was a puppet of the Red Queen.
From the flamingo croquet mallet, to the pig footrest, to the terrified frog butlers, not to mention all the toadies with their fake noses and ears and fake this and that, they all danced on invisible strings for the Queen’s amusement. Even the Tweedles. Even her dear Hatter was forced to dance to her tune, lest he not survive his captivity.
How could a monarch have such little regard for her subjects? How could a human being have such little regard for the suffering of other creatures? The Queen reminded Alice of her little boy cousins when they were younger; pulling the wings off dragonflies for the fun of it, or taking their slingshots to the poor sparrows for entertainment.
The Hatter had told her that once a champion arose to slay the Jabberwocky, the Bloody Red Queen’s reign would come to an end.
He thought Alice was that champion.
Well, Alice knew better, but she still couldn’t help but hope that the part about a champion was right. She hoped that someone would have the courage to do what needed to be done to topple the Bloody Big Head from her throne.
She just would not - could not - accept that she might have to be the one to do it.
Prompt: Pretty
Alice had never thought of herself as particularly attractive. She knew she was passing fair, but had never considered herself a beauty on par, say, with her sister, who had enjoyed a plethora of suitors in her day. Too bad she had settled on that dog Lowell.
Alice had thought that it was her mediocre looks, coupled with her unconventional ways that left her with the likes of Hamish for her only suitor.
Which was why it surprised her so, the compliments that Tarrant showered on her. Sometimes he didn’t even have to say anything. Simply the way he looked at her with those wild, luminous eyes of his, drinking her in like a man with a powerful thirst, made her feel beautiful, desired.
And he made her the most beautiful creations. Ones she insisted she did not do justice. She remembered the heady rush she had felt when the Hatter insisted that, quite the opposite, it was his skills that could not do her beauty justice. She would have thought it idle flattery, but for those expressive green eyes, which gleamed with the utmost sincerity.
Prompt: Singing
Tarrant had a feeling this was how Alice had felt, when she believed her life to be a dream.
Only unlike Alice at the time, he never wanted to wake up from this dream.
He lay in bed, watching a scene so tender, it caused his throat to constrict ever so slightly.
Alice sat in her rocking chair by the window, moonlight framing her as little Lara suckled at her mother’s breast. Alice rocked slowly, caressing the downy head of her daughter, singing a low, slow lullaby Tarrant had never heard before:
Always and forever
We’ll be free
Always and forever
Be with me
We’ll have love aplenty
We’ll have joys outnumbered
We’ll have perfect moments
You and me
The expression on his wife’s face was serene, peaceful. He wanted to go to them, embrace them both, but he felt he would be intruding on something sacred. So he lay there, watching his wife and daughter, Alice’s lullaby eventually carrying him off to sleep as well.
Prompt: Never
“Hatter, you’re making this far harder than it needs to be,” Stayne informed him calmly. “Simply tell us the whereabouts of the girl and not only will the beatings stop, but you will be a free man.”
Lies. He speaks lies, the voices in Tarrant’s mind fairly screamed. They will kill you. They will take your head. Just like they will take Alice’s head if they find her.
The Hatter spoke not a word.
Stayne’s calm façade cracked. “Let him have it!” he ordered the soldier angrily.
Lashes rained down on Tarrant’s bare back. He would have fallen to his knees if he were not being hung by his wrists from the ceiling. The metal of the manacles cut into the flesh of his wrists, which were already raw and starting to bleed.
Stayne raised a hand to stop the blows. He brought his face within inches of Tarrant's, obviously in a fruitless attempt to intimidate the Hatter You great pillock, Tarrant thought to himself, I have scarier things than you inside my own head.
“Once again, Hatter. Where is the girl. Speak! Speak or be flayed alive. Your choice.”
The Hatter’s rage and temptation was too great. He spit in Stayne’s face, gleefully noting that he got him right in the eyes. And with the last of his strength he yelled in his Outlandish brogue. “Ye shall ne’er hae Alice. Ne’er y’hear!”
His outburst had the intended effect. Stayne’s face contorted with rage, all attempts at interrogation forgotten in the name of revenge. He grabbed the whip from his subordinate and began raining down blows on the helpless man. So lost was Stayne in his rage that it took him several moments to realize the Hatter had passed out.
Stayne, disgusted, ordered cold water thrown on the Hatter to revive him. When that failed, he ordered him thrown back in his cell. The lunatic had won this round. But he would have Alice’s whereabouts. His position in the Queens graces depended on it. He would get the information even if he had to pull it out of a corpse.
Prompt: Taking over
Alice had a theory.
Not a certainty mind you, but a theory. And just enough guts to take a chance on it.
Tarrant, her dear trusting Tarrant, suspected nothing.
Sure, he was pleasantly surprised when she met him at the doorway to their bedroom, naked as the day she was born and crooking her finger at him in a come-hither manner.
So absorbed was he in kissing her, touching her, not to mention the way she was undressing him, like a spoiled child ripping off the wrapper to get to the tasty candy underneath, that he didn’t notice their headboard was sporting a new accessory.
She led him towards the bed, at the last minute shifting their positions to that he toppled onto his back. She was on him in a flash, kissing him with all the passion she could muster, caressing his sensitive spots. She needed him totally distracted if her diabolical plans were to come to fruition.
If he was taken aback at her sudden initiative, he was far too saturated with pleasure to care. The way she straddled his midsection, teasing him with the briefest contact, but eluding him when he tried to arch into her. It was driving him mad. So lost was he in the haze of desire that he didn’t realize she had guided both his hands above his head until it was too late. A quick loop and a pull and Alice, like a master wrangler, had trussed him securely to the headboard.
He looked at her in shocked silence for a moment. For her part, she looked like the cat that had just snagged the whole gallon of cream.
“Alice?” he asked warily. “Why am I tied to the headboard?”
She smiled mischeviously, “so you can’t escape, my dear Tarrant.” She pressed her lips to the precise spot on his jaw that she knew gave him shivers.
He swallowed hard. “Why in Underland would I want to escape from you?”
“Because I,” she whispered in his ear, “am going to make you scream.”
Tarrant shuddered as her breath ghosted over his ear. His heart began to race. This was a different Alice than the one he was used to. He had seen glimpses of her in the past, flashes of boldness in past lovemaking. But this was Alice untamed end left to run wild with her desires. “I don’t doubt it for a moment,” he replied.
She kissed his lips softly, but briefly, not allowing him to draw her into a deeper kiss. Her lips traveled all over, mapping out his neck, his chest, his abdomen, all the while coming closer and closer to the part of him that was aching and hard.
When she skipped over it , placing a kiss on his inner thighs, then down his legs, he let out with a string of outlandish curses that would have made Alice blush if she knew what they meant. Beads of sweat stood out on Tarrant’s forehead. He couldn’t take it any more. “For God’s sake woman, you’re killing me! Do someth-“
Do something she did, wrapping her hand around the heart of his desire, she placed a single teasing kiss on the tip, making her husband moan with pleasure. And when she took him into her mouth, he let out a gasp and groan like he was in pain.
She teased him with her ministrations, her lips and tongue touching him ever so lightly; building up his desire, but never giving him enough for release.
Tarrant had gone beyond cursing and had taken to pleading, straining against the bonds that held his wrists. He would give anything just to be able to flip her over and bury himself inside her.
“Alice … God … please!” he begged.
“Please what?” she asked slyly.
He growled in frustration and yelled, “You know bloody well what! Good god have mercy, will you?”
She smiled evily, “Not until you say it.”
“Please,” he begged. “Let me inside you. Please.”
Alice, her own desire reaching the critical point, straddled her husband and took him inside her ever so slowly, inch by inch. They were both panting from the strain of it. When he was sheathed inside her she began to undulate her hips, rising and falling at a maddeningly slow pace. Tarrant begged her to go faster, but his pleading fell on deaf ears.
Tarrant could feel his climax building ever so slowly. It was like being tortured with pleasure, one drop at a time. He was almost there. He could feel it about to break.
Alice came first, her inner walls gripping him tightly and pushing him over the edge, it was so strong he cried out long and loud, his wrists still straining against his bonds.
Alice collapsed on top of him, thoroughly sated. With one had she reached up and undid the hair ribbon that had him tied to the headboard. The first thing he did with his newly freed hands is grab his wife and kiss her hard.
“See,” Alice said in entirely too self-satisfied a manner. “Told you I could make you scream.”
AN: Lyrics used are from "Lullaby" by Lamb
Author:AkaiNagi
Rating: SO NC-17
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 5-10 (Table 6) from
10_prompts.Prompt: Dolls
It didn’t take long for Alice to realize that the poor hedgehog was just the beginning.
Every creature of Underland, every animal, every person, was a puppet of the Red Queen.
From the flamingo croquet mallet, to the pig footrest, to the terrified frog butlers, not to mention all the toadies with their fake noses and ears and fake this and that, they all danced on invisible strings for the Queen’s amusement. Even the Tweedles. Even her dear Hatter was forced to dance to her tune, lest he not survive his captivity.
How could a monarch have such little regard for her subjects? How could a human being have such little regard for the suffering of other creatures? The Queen reminded Alice of her little boy cousins when they were younger; pulling the wings off dragonflies for the fun of it, or taking their slingshots to the poor sparrows for entertainment.
The Hatter had told her that once a champion arose to slay the Jabberwocky, the Bloody Red Queen’s reign would come to an end.
He thought Alice was that champion.
Well, Alice knew better, but she still couldn’t help but hope that the part about a champion was right. She hoped that someone would have the courage to do what needed to be done to topple the Bloody Big Head from her throne.
She just would not - could not - accept that she might have to be the one to do it.
Prompt: Pretty
Alice had never thought of herself as particularly attractive. She knew she was passing fair, but had never considered herself a beauty on par, say, with her sister, who had enjoyed a plethora of suitors in her day. Too bad she had settled on that dog Lowell.
Alice had thought that it was her mediocre looks, coupled with her unconventional ways that left her with the likes of Hamish for her only suitor.
Which was why it surprised her so, the compliments that Tarrant showered on her. Sometimes he didn’t even have to say anything. Simply the way he looked at her with those wild, luminous eyes of his, drinking her in like a man with a powerful thirst, made her feel beautiful, desired.
And he made her the most beautiful creations. Ones she insisted she did not do justice. She remembered the heady rush she had felt when the Hatter insisted that, quite the opposite, it was his skills that could not do her beauty justice. She would have thought it idle flattery, but for those expressive green eyes, which gleamed with the utmost sincerity.
Prompt: Singing
Tarrant had a feeling this was how Alice had felt, when she believed her life to be a dream.
Only unlike Alice at the time, he never wanted to wake up from this dream.
He lay in bed, watching a scene so tender, it caused his throat to constrict ever so slightly.
Alice sat in her rocking chair by the window, moonlight framing her as little Lara suckled at her mother’s breast. Alice rocked slowly, caressing the downy head of her daughter, singing a low, slow lullaby Tarrant had never heard before:
Always and forever
We’ll be free
Always and forever
Be with me
We’ll have love aplenty
We’ll have joys outnumbered
We’ll have perfect moments
You and me
The expression on his wife’s face was serene, peaceful. He wanted to go to them, embrace them both, but he felt he would be intruding on something sacred. So he lay there, watching his wife and daughter, Alice’s lullaby eventually carrying him off to sleep as well.
Prompt: Never
“Hatter, you’re making this far harder than it needs to be,” Stayne informed him calmly. “Simply tell us the whereabouts of the girl and not only will the beatings stop, but you will be a free man.”
Lies. He speaks lies, the voices in Tarrant’s mind fairly screamed. They will kill you. They will take your head. Just like they will take Alice’s head if they find her.
The Hatter spoke not a word.
Stayne’s calm façade cracked. “Let him have it!” he ordered the soldier angrily.
Lashes rained down on Tarrant’s bare back. He would have fallen to his knees if he were not being hung by his wrists from the ceiling. The metal of the manacles cut into the flesh of his wrists, which were already raw and starting to bleed.
Stayne raised a hand to stop the blows. He brought his face within inches of Tarrant's, obviously in a fruitless attempt to intimidate the Hatter You great pillock, Tarrant thought to himself, I have scarier things than you inside my own head.
“Once again, Hatter. Where is the girl. Speak! Speak or be flayed alive. Your choice.”
The Hatter’s rage and temptation was too great. He spit in Stayne’s face, gleefully noting that he got him right in the eyes. And with the last of his strength he yelled in his Outlandish brogue. “Ye shall ne’er hae Alice. Ne’er y’hear!”
His outburst had the intended effect. Stayne’s face contorted with rage, all attempts at interrogation forgotten in the name of revenge. He grabbed the whip from his subordinate and began raining down blows on the helpless man. So lost was Stayne in his rage that it took him several moments to realize the Hatter had passed out.
Stayne, disgusted, ordered cold water thrown on the Hatter to revive him. When that failed, he ordered him thrown back in his cell. The lunatic had won this round. But he would have Alice’s whereabouts. His position in the Queens graces depended on it. He would get the information even if he had to pull it out of a corpse.
Prompt: Taking over
Alice had a theory.
Not a certainty mind you, but a theory. And just enough guts to take a chance on it.
Tarrant, her dear trusting Tarrant, suspected nothing.
Sure, he was pleasantly surprised when she met him at the doorway to their bedroom, naked as the day she was born and crooking her finger at him in a come-hither manner.
So absorbed was he in kissing her, touching her, not to mention the way she was undressing him, like a spoiled child ripping off the wrapper to get to the tasty candy underneath, that he didn’t notice their headboard was sporting a new accessory.
She led him towards the bed, at the last minute shifting their positions to that he toppled onto his back. She was on him in a flash, kissing him with all the passion she could muster, caressing his sensitive spots. She needed him totally distracted if her diabolical plans were to come to fruition.
If he was taken aback at her sudden initiative, he was far too saturated with pleasure to care. The way she straddled his midsection, teasing him with the briefest contact, but eluding him when he tried to arch into her. It was driving him mad. So lost was he in the haze of desire that he didn’t realize she had guided both his hands above his head until it was too late. A quick loop and a pull and Alice, like a master wrangler, had trussed him securely to the headboard.
He looked at her in shocked silence for a moment. For her part, she looked like the cat that had just snagged the whole gallon of cream.
“Alice?” he asked warily. “Why am I tied to the headboard?”
She smiled mischeviously, “so you can’t escape, my dear Tarrant.” She pressed her lips to the precise spot on his jaw that she knew gave him shivers.
He swallowed hard. “Why in Underland would I want to escape from you?”
“Because I,” she whispered in his ear, “am going to make you scream.”
Tarrant shuddered as her breath ghosted over his ear. His heart began to race. This was a different Alice than the one he was used to. He had seen glimpses of her in the past, flashes of boldness in past lovemaking. But this was Alice untamed end left to run wild with her desires. “I don’t doubt it for a moment,” he replied.
She kissed his lips softly, but briefly, not allowing him to draw her into a deeper kiss. Her lips traveled all over, mapping out his neck, his chest, his abdomen, all the while coming closer and closer to the part of him that was aching and hard.
When she skipped over it , placing a kiss on his inner thighs, then down his legs, he let out with a string of outlandish curses that would have made Alice blush if she knew what they meant. Beads of sweat stood out on Tarrant’s forehead. He couldn’t take it any more. “For God’s sake woman, you’re killing me! Do someth-“
Do something she did, wrapping her hand around the heart of his desire, she placed a single teasing kiss on the tip, making her husband moan with pleasure. And when she took him into her mouth, he let out a gasp and groan like he was in pain.
She teased him with her ministrations, her lips and tongue touching him ever so lightly; building up his desire, but never giving him enough for release.
Tarrant had gone beyond cursing and had taken to pleading, straining against the bonds that held his wrists. He would give anything just to be able to flip her over and bury himself inside her.
“Alice … God … please!” he begged.
“Please what?” she asked slyly.
He growled in frustration and yelled, “You know bloody well what! Good god have mercy, will you?”
She smiled evily, “Not until you say it.”
“Please,” he begged. “Let me inside you. Please.”
Alice, her own desire reaching the critical point, straddled her husband and took him inside her ever so slowly, inch by inch. They were both panting from the strain of it. When he was sheathed inside her she began to undulate her hips, rising and falling at a maddeningly slow pace. Tarrant begged her to go faster, but his pleading fell on deaf ears.
Tarrant could feel his climax building ever so slowly. It was like being tortured with pleasure, one drop at a time. He was almost there. He could feel it about to break.
Alice came first, her inner walls gripping him tightly and pushing him over the edge, it was so strong he cried out long and loud, his wrists still straining against his bonds.
Alice collapsed on top of him, thoroughly sated. With one had she reached up and undid the hair ribbon that had him tied to the headboard. The first thing he did with his newly freed hands is grab his wife and kiss her hard.
“See,” Alice said in entirely too self-satisfied a manner. “Told you I could make you scream.”
AN: Lyrics used are from "Lullaby" by Lamb
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Date: 2010-04-01 06:56 am (UTC)Alice has a dark side to, yes? ;D
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:15 am (UTC)I have read quite a bit of your stuff dating back (the Alice/Hatter, that is) a fair way, and yet only now do I have LJ -- so consider this a compliment for everything up to this point. :D
... I'm aware that probably didn't make that much sense. My brain is slightly muddled. However, I'm sure I got the general point across. :D