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Ten Continuing Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 116-120)
Ten Continuing Trips Through Wonderland (Trips 116-120)
Author: AkaiNagi
Rating: NC-17 for serious pron
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 5-10/10 Table 12 from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Prompt: Pieces
Bit by bit, day by day, hour by hour, the pieces of Alice’s life began coming back together.
It started with that walk to the window she had been yearning for. Then it continued with a walk to one of the balconies so she could stand outside in the fresh breeze once again. The day she was able to walk, with assistance from her husband, through the garden again, was a happy one. The day she was able to finally go out to the royal stables and see Lady Ascot for the first time in almost two months, that was a glorious day indeed. The great creature seemed to sense that her mistress was not her well self, and instead of her usual vigorous playing and romping, Lady settled for warmly nuzzling Alice’s hand. Alice had to wipe away a tear of happiness at the joyful reunion.
As her travels expanded, so did her world. Her life which had shrunk to the size of a bed, was gradually being reclaimed.
Prompt: Fragrant
Tarrant had tried to dissuade her. Had practically begged her not to go.
She embraced her husband, and kissed him soundly, and told him not to worry. Stayne was dead and buried, and could not harm them anymore. It was important to her that she not let what he did curtail the joys she found in life. After much persuasion, and promises and a few more kisses, he relented, but told her in all honesty that he should be absolutely beside himself with worry till her return. She had been hardly out of his sight in the past two months.
So Alice kissed him one last time and promised that she would not be long. She also told him, with a gleam in her eye, that she would be back with presents for both him and Lara.
So for the first time since her near brush with death, she mounted the back of the ecstatic Lady Ascot and took off at a leisurely gallop to the place that Alice half dreaded seeing again, but knew that she must face, or it would forever haunt her memory.
It was with the spectre of fear in her heart that she faced the idyllic looking field that had been the scene of Stayne’s attack. She half expected the grass to still be stained with her blood, but of course it was not. Time and rains had washed it clean away. She took a deep breath and willed the churning anxiety in the pit of her stomach to quiet itself.
It was an innocent field of flowers. Nothing more, nothing less.
Remembering her promise to her husband, she quickly went about the work that had been interrupted two months ago by the point of a sword. She gathered and weaved the flowers like an expert. One for herself, one for her daughter, and one more besides. She would have loved to make one for Lady as well, but one that large would take longer than she wanted to make her husband wait. There would be other trips. Besides, she had imposed on the flowers enough for one morning.
Once more she straddled Lady, and with her armload of flowers and took off for the Palace. She allowed herself to feel the exhilaration of the ride, after her long incapacitation. She was almost sad when it ended. She had to remind herself that she had tomorrow and the day after and the day after; an infinite number of days to ride her fill and enjoy the feeling of freedom it brought her. But today she had a worried husband waiting for her.
And she found, after leading Lady back to her home next to the royal stables, that he indeed was waiting for her in the palace gardens, with Lara in his arms and relief in his eyes. Lara squealed with joy when she saw her mother, and then again when Alice presented her with the crown of flowers, placing it on the child’s golden head. Her husband watched with surprise and amusement when she asked him to bend down as she slipped a larger crown of flowers over his hat. It fit him perfectly, the ring of multicolored flowers resting around the brim of his hat. Alice laughed as she took in the sight of her matching husband and daughter. Her joy threatened to overflow and she embraced them both.
Much to her amusement, and Lara’s delight, Tarrant wore his crown proudly for the rest of the day.
Prompt: Faultless
Alice’s first day back as the Queen’s Advisor did not quite go as Alice had planned.
The Queen welcomed her back, to be sure, but she had done so not in her usual warm and familiar way, but rather formally and distantly. Alice had little to say throughout the meeting, as she had been away for so long, but when she did speak up she was met with the same cool, formal tone. Alice was so distraught by the end of the meeting, that when Queen Mirana asked to speak to her in private she fairly jumped she was so tense.
When it was just the two of them, the formality was gone, replaced instead by an awkwardness that seemed out of place on the normally calm and confident monarch.
Queen Mirana approached Alice and took one of her hands in both of the Queen’s own. “First,” she said, “I want to say how glad I am to see you well again.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
The Queen continued. “And I want to say how sorry I am at all that happened to you. Stayne was at large due to my lack of insight. I did not foresee that he would try to take revenge. Because of my error, he injured you, one of my subjects and a member of my court, a hero of the revolution. I am sorry.”
Alice was aghast. Why was everyone, Alice herself, Tarrant, and now the Queen, so ready to take responsibility for the evil that was Stayne’s doing alone?
Alice took the Queen’s hands and squeezed them fiercely. “Your Majesty, don’t say such things. You did what was right at the time. Killing Stayne was impossible because of your vows, and it would have been wrong anyway. No one could have foreseen what happened. It was Stayne’s evil that was at fault, not your judgment. All the blame lies with him.”
Queen Mirana gave her a smile of gratitude at her kind words.
“And … Your Majesty,” Alice continued hesitantly. “I want to tell you how sorry I am. About your sister. I have a sister of my own. I can’t imagine how I would feel if … well, I am truly sorry for your loss.”
The Queen looked stunned. No one had offered their condolences to her since her sister was discovered to be dead. That anyone would do so was amazing. It was a gift.
Was Alice mistaken or were the Queen’s eyes misting over?
“Thank you, Alice, for your condolences” the Queen said sincerely. “That will be all.”
Alice bowed and departed the council chambers.
Mirana waited until Alice left before she allowed the tears to fall.
Prompt: Savior
Tonight would be the night, Alice decided. She would not be put off any longer. Over a month of forced celibacy was more than one red-blooded woman could be expected to tolerate. They had slept together in the same bed like brother and sister, Tarrant barely touching her at all, let alone sexually, even though her injury was totally healed. But tonight would be different. Tonight she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Tonight she would take her husband and have her wicked way with him.
She waited until he was in Lara’s bedroom reading her a bedtime story, quickly she shucked off her dress, not bothering with a nightdress, and slid under the covers of their bed, naked as the day she was born and fairly quivering with anticipation.
She closed her eyes, feigning sleep, when she heard Tarrant leaving Lara’s room. She heard him shutting the door softly so as not to wake the child back up. She heard the rustling of clothing as he changed into his own nightclothes. All this seemed like an eternity to Alice.
Finally she felt her husband’s weight settling into the bed next to her. “’night love,” he whispered to her, thinking she was asleep. She felt a pair of lips ghost softly over her forehead.
Oh, Tarrant, she thought to herself. If you think I’m going to be satisfied with that, you’ve got another thing coming.
Before Tarrant knew what hit him, Alice grabbed him by the front of his night shirt and kissed him with all the passion she could muster.
Tarrant jerked away in surprise, pressing against her shoulders to escape her lips. It was then that he noticed her state of undress.
“Alice,” he said in a strained voice. “You appear to have forgotten your nightgown. I suggest you go put it on before you catch cold.”
Alice slung a bare leg over her husband’s so he couldn’t turn away from her and she maintained her death grip on his nightshirt. “Oh I have a mind to catch someone all right,” she replied huskily. “But it’s not a cold.”
“Love.” Tarrant’s face wore a pained expression and his voice was so strained it cracked when he spoke. “You’re only just healed. I don’t think-“
“Exactly, I’m healed. So what the hell are you waiting for?” she growled.
“It’s been so long,” he admitted. “I’ve wanted you so badly, I don’t know if I can control myself.
Alice brought her lips to the shell of her husband’s ear. “Then lose control,” she whispered. She pressed the length of her body against him. She could feel the evidence of his desire. To punctuate her words she rolled her hips against his own, the act sending a thrill of pleasure up her spine.
Something broke in her husband and suddenly she found herself flat on her back, her husband kneeling over her and stripping his nightshirt off over his head. “’Ye want me to lose control, ‘ye say?” he asked her in the Outlandish brogue that made her insides turn molten.
She took in the sight of him, naked and towering over her, his desire for her prominently displayed. Her entire body thrummed with desire, the ache between her legs waiting for the cure only he could provide. She should probably be ashamed at how wanton she was being, but right now she was too desperate to care. “I want you any way I can get you,” she replied honestly.
With a growl he parted her legs and with one swift stroke, entered her completely. “Like this?” he asked teasingly.
Alice had to muffle her cry for fear of waking Lara, who slept jut the other side of the door. Her body sang with the sweetness of the moment. She felt full to bursting, and her heart swelled with the knowledge that she was finally one with her husband after so many months and so much heartache. The pleasure that coursed through her as he rocked into her was almost unbearable. “Oh, god, yes. Just like that.”
He thrust into her sharply and hard, each time hitting that magic spot inside her that made her toes curl. And when he leaned down to take the peak of one breast into his mouth she came hard, bucking against him and covering her mouth with her hand so she didn’t cry out from the sheer pleasure of it.
He pulled out of her so abruptly she nearly cried out from the loss. But when he guided her to turn over and get on her hands and knees, she eagerly complied.
And when he drove into her from behind she had to bury her face in the bed pillow to keep from crying out. He punched in and out of her with a ferocity that quickly had her climbing the pinnacle to another climax. He reached underneath her and filled his hands with her breasts, fingers tweaking her sensitive nipples. She continued to spiral higher and faster.
She knew he was getting close as his thrusts became irregular. She was teetering on the edge herself. Finally he gave a few quick, hard thrusts and stiffened behind her. The feeling of him climaxing inside her sent her careening over the edge again and she came with a whimper. God, her climax felt like it was going on forever. Finally it tapered out, the aftershocks still causing little pulses of pleasure to travel up her spine.
Totally spent, Tarrant rolled off of her and collapsed beside her on the bed. Alice wasted no time in snuggling up beside him, totally contented, and frankly exhausted.
Tarrant’s hand cupped her face and he looked her in the eyes, his own face full of trepidation. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to be so … I lost control, really. God, please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
Alice drew him in for a long, deep kiss, trying to reassure him with something more powerful than words.
“No, love, you didn’t hurt me. Rather the opposite, in fact. You saved me.”
Tarrant’s face was a mask of confusion. “Saved you?”
“Yes. You saved me when I was lying there dying. It was your song that brought me back. You’ve saved me from the very beginning. You saved me from a hopeless life in another world. You’ve given me love, a life, a beautiful daughter. You bring me joy every day we’re together.”
“That’s how you saved me”
Prompt: Deeper
The greatest love affair in Underland’s history began at a tea table full of loonies.
It survived revolution, misunderstanding, separation, and the icy jaws of death.
It grew stronger and deeper with each step.
It grew even as Tarrant sat in a cold dungeon. It grew as he faced the executioners axe. It grew even as Alice faced the Jabberwocky. It grew as she threw away the vile purple liquid that would have separated them.
It soared to new heights when Tarrant proposed. It grew through a year-long engagement. It grew through years of marriage. It grew through the birth of their one and only child. It grew even as Alice was gone in another world, it exploded to life when she returned.
It grew as Tarrant kept watch over her still, dying body. It blossomed when she returned to him. It grew as they nursed each other back to health. It grew with each step their daughter took toward womanhood. It grew with each grandchild.
It grew with each kiss, each time they made love. It grew with each year, each week, each day, each hour.
Their love had no bounds, it grew like an infinitely expanding universe, beyond what mere words can convey.
And it all started, as many great things do, with loonies and revolution.
Author: AkaiNagi
Rating: NC-17 for serious pron
Pairing: Alice/Tarrant
Summary: Prompts 5-10/10 Table 12 from
10_prompts. Prompt: Pieces
Bit by bit, day by day, hour by hour, the pieces of Alice’s life began coming back together.
It started with that walk to the window she had been yearning for. Then it continued with a walk to one of the balconies so she could stand outside in the fresh breeze once again. The day she was able to walk, with assistance from her husband, through the garden again, was a happy one. The day she was able to finally go out to the royal stables and see Lady Ascot for the first time in almost two months, that was a glorious day indeed. The great creature seemed to sense that her mistress was not her well self, and instead of her usual vigorous playing and romping, Lady settled for warmly nuzzling Alice’s hand. Alice had to wipe away a tear of happiness at the joyful reunion.
As her travels expanded, so did her world. Her life which had shrunk to the size of a bed, was gradually being reclaimed.
Prompt: Fragrant
Tarrant had tried to dissuade her. Had practically begged her not to go.
She embraced her husband, and kissed him soundly, and told him not to worry. Stayne was dead and buried, and could not harm them anymore. It was important to her that she not let what he did curtail the joys she found in life. After much persuasion, and promises and a few more kisses, he relented, but told her in all honesty that he should be absolutely beside himself with worry till her return. She had been hardly out of his sight in the past two months.
So Alice kissed him one last time and promised that she would not be long. She also told him, with a gleam in her eye, that she would be back with presents for both him and Lara.
So for the first time since her near brush with death, she mounted the back of the ecstatic Lady Ascot and took off at a leisurely gallop to the place that Alice half dreaded seeing again, but knew that she must face, or it would forever haunt her memory.
It was with the spectre of fear in her heart that she faced the idyllic looking field that had been the scene of Stayne’s attack. She half expected the grass to still be stained with her blood, but of course it was not. Time and rains had washed it clean away. She took a deep breath and willed the churning anxiety in the pit of her stomach to quiet itself.
It was an innocent field of flowers. Nothing more, nothing less.
Remembering her promise to her husband, she quickly went about the work that had been interrupted two months ago by the point of a sword. She gathered and weaved the flowers like an expert. One for herself, one for her daughter, and one more besides. She would have loved to make one for Lady as well, but one that large would take longer than she wanted to make her husband wait. There would be other trips. Besides, she had imposed on the flowers enough for one morning.
Once more she straddled Lady, and with her armload of flowers and took off for the Palace. She allowed herself to feel the exhilaration of the ride, after her long incapacitation. She was almost sad when it ended. She had to remind herself that she had tomorrow and the day after and the day after; an infinite number of days to ride her fill and enjoy the feeling of freedom it brought her. But today she had a worried husband waiting for her.
And she found, after leading Lady back to her home next to the royal stables, that he indeed was waiting for her in the palace gardens, with Lara in his arms and relief in his eyes. Lara squealed with joy when she saw her mother, and then again when Alice presented her with the crown of flowers, placing it on the child’s golden head. Her husband watched with surprise and amusement when she asked him to bend down as she slipped a larger crown of flowers over his hat. It fit him perfectly, the ring of multicolored flowers resting around the brim of his hat. Alice laughed as she took in the sight of her matching husband and daughter. Her joy threatened to overflow and she embraced them both.
Much to her amusement, and Lara’s delight, Tarrant wore his crown proudly for the rest of the day.
Prompt: Faultless
Alice’s first day back as the Queen’s Advisor did not quite go as Alice had planned.
The Queen welcomed her back, to be sure, but she had done so not in her usual warm and familiar way, but rather formally and distantly. Alice had little to say throughout the meeting, as she had been away for so long, but when she did speak up she was met with the same cool, formal tone. Alice was so distraught by the end of the meeting, that when Queen Mirana asked to speak to her in private she fairly jumped she was so tense.
When it was just the two of them, the formality was gone, replaced instead by an awkwardness that seemed out of place on the normally calm and confident monarch.
Queen Mirana approached Alice and took one of her hands in both of the Queen’s own. “First,” she said, “I want to say how glad I am to see you well again.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
The Queen continued. “And I want to say how sorry I am at all that happened to you. Stayne was at large due to my lack of insight. I did not foresee that he would try to take revenge. Because of my error, he injured you, one of my subjects and a member of my court, a hero of the revolution. I am sorry.”
Alice was aghast. Why was everyone, Alice herself, Tarrant, and now the Queen, so ready to take responsibility for the evil that was Stayne’s doing alone?
Alice took the Queen’s hands and squeezed them fiercely. “Your Majesty, don’t say such things. You did what was right at the time. Killing Stayne was impossible because of your vows, and it would have been wrong anyway. No one could have foreseen what happened. It was Stayne’s evil that was at fault, not your judgment. All the blame lies with him.”
Queen Mirana gave her a smile of gratitude at her kind words.
“And … Your Majesty,” Alice continued hesitantly. “I want to tell you how sorry I am. About your sister. I have a sister of my own. I can’t imagine how I would feel if … well, I am truly sorry for your loss.”
The Queen looked stunned. No one had offered their condolences to her since her sister was discovered to be dead. That anyone would do so was amazing. It was a gift.
Was Alice mistaken or were the Queen’s eyes misting over?
“Thank you, Alice, for your condolences” the Queen said sincerely. “That will be all.”
Alice bowed and departed the council chambers.
Mirana waited until Alice left before she allowed the tears to fall.
Prompt: Savior
Tonight would be the night, Alice decided. She would not be put off any longer. Over a month of forced celibacy was more than one red-blooded woman could be expected to tolerate. They had slept together in the same bed like brother and sister, Tarrant barely touching her at all, let alone sexually, even though her injury was totally healed. But tonight would be different. Tonight she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Tonight she would take her husband and have her wicked way with him.
She waited until he was in Lara’s bedroom reading her a bedtime story, quickly she shucked off her dress, not bothering with a nightdress, and slid under the covers of their bed, naked as the day she was born and fairly quivering with anticipation.
She closed her eyes, feigning sleep, when she heard Tarrant leaving Lara’s room. She heard him shutting the door softly so as not to wake the child back up. She heard the rustling of clothing as he changed into his own nightclothes. All this seemed like an eternity to Alice.
Finally she felt her husband’s weight settling into the bed next to her. “’night love,” he whispered to her, thinking she was asleep. She felt a pair of lips ghost softly over her forehead.
Oh, Tarrant, she thought to herself. If you think I’m going to be satisfied with that, you’ve got another thing coming.
Before Tarrant knew what hit him, Alice grabbed him by the front of his night shirt and kissed him with all the passion she could muster.
Tarrant jerked away in surprise, pressing against her shoulders to escape her lips. It was then that he noticed her state of undress.
“Alice,” he said in a strained voice. “You appear to have forgotten your nightgown. I suggest you go put it on before you catch cold.”
Alice slung a bare leg over her husband’s so he couldn’t turn away from her and she maintained her death grip on his nightshirt. “Oh I have a mind to catch someone all right,” she replied huskily. “But it’s not a cold.”
“Love.” Tarrant’s face wore a pained expression and his voice was so strained it cracked when he spoke. “You’re only just healed. I don’t think-“
“Exactly, I’m healed. So what the hell are you waiting for?” she growled.
“It’s been so long,” he admitted. “I’ve wanted you so badly, I don’t know if I can control myself.
Alice brought her lips to the shell of her husband’s ear. “Then lose control,” she whispered. She pressed the length of her body against him. She could feel the evidence of his desire. To punctuate her words she rolled her hips against his own, the act sending a thrill of pleasure up her spine.
Something broke in her husband and suddenly she found herself flat on her back, her husband kneeling over her and stripping his nightshirt off over his head. “’Ye want me to lose control, ‘ye say?” he asked her in the Outlandish brogue that made her insides turn molten.
She took in the sight of him, naked and towering over her, his desire for her prominently displayed. Her entire body thrummed with desire, the ache between her legs waiting for the cure only he could provide. She should probably be ashamed at how wanton she was being, but right now she was too desperate to care. “I want you any way I can get you,” she replied honestly.
With a growl he parted her legs and with one swift stroke, entered her completely. “Like this?” he asked teasingly.
Alice had to muffle her cry for fear of waking Lara, who slept jut the other side of the door. Her body sang with the sweetness of the moment. She felt full to bursting, and her heart swelled with the knowledge that she was finally one with her husband after so many months and so much heartache. The pleasure that coursed through her as he rocked into her was almost unbearable. “Oh, god, yes. Just like that.”
He thrust into her sharply and hard, each time hitting that magic spot inside her that made her toes curl. And when he leaned down to take the peak of one breast into his mouth she came hard, bucking against him and covering her mouth with her hand so she didn’t cry out from the sheer pleasure of it.
He pulled out of her so abruptly she nearly cried out from the loss. But when he guided her to turn over and get on her hands and knees, she eagerly complied.
And when he drove into her from behind she had to bury her face in the bed pillow to keep from crying out. He punched in and out of her with a ferocity that quickly had her climbing the pinnacle to another climax. He reached underneath her and filled his hands with her breasts, fingers tweaking her sensitive nipples. She continued to spiral higher and faster.
She knew he was getting close as his thrusts became irregular. She was teetering on the edge herself. Finally he gave a few quick, hard thrusts and stiffened behind her. The feeling of him climaxing inside her sent her careening over the edge again and she came with a whimper. God, her climax felt like it was going on forever. Finally it tapered out, the aftershocks still causing little pulses of pleasure to travel up her spine.
Totally spent, Tarrant rolled off of her and collapsed beside her on the bed. Alice wasted no time in snuggling up beside him, totally contented, and frankly exhausted.
Tarrant’s hand cupped her face and he looked her in the eyes, his own face full of trepidation. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to be so … I lost control, really. God, please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
Alice drew him in for a long, deep kiss, trying to reassure him with something more powerful than words.
“No, love, you didn’t hurt me. Rather the opposite, in fact. You saved me.”
Tarrant’s face was a mask of confusion. “Saved you?”
“Yes. You saved me when I was lying there dying. It was your song that brought me back. You’ve saved me from the very beginning. You saved me from a hopeless life in another world. You’ve given me love, a life, a beautiful daughter. You bring me joy every day we’re together.”
“That’s how you saved me”
Prompt: Deeper
The greatest love affair in Underland’s history began at a tea table full of loonies.
It survived revolution, misunderstanding, separation, and the icy jaws of death.
It grew stronger and deeper with each step.
It grew even as Tarrant sat in a cold dungeon. It grew as he faced the executioners axe. It grew even as Alice faced the Jabberwocky. It grew as she threw away the vile purple liquid that would have separated them.
It soared to new heights when Tarrant proposed. It grew through a year-long engagement. It grew through years of marriage. It grew through the birth of their one and only child. It grew even as Alice was gone in another world, it exploded to life when she returned.
It grew as Tarrant kept watch over her still, dying body. It blossomed when she returned to him. It grew as they nursed each other back to health. It grew with each step their daughter took toward womanhood. It grew with each grandchild.
It grew with each kiss, each time they made love. It grew with each year, each week, each day, each hour.
Their love had no bounds, it grew like an infinitely expanding universe, beyond what mere words can convey.
And it all started, as many great things do, with loonies and revolution.