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I Was Mad About You	By : KindredWoD Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Alice in Wonderland Views: 5277 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-I Was Mad About You
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A clunk and a small splash echoed through the large loft, announcing yet another paintbrush can of water being knocked over and crashing to the floor. Alice didn't notice. The brownish water continued to run over the two paintbrushes that were standing in the can and soak into the canvas tarps messily spread over the floor of the highrise condo. A splatter of blue was blended with forest green, then lightly trailed into a glob of deep golden yellow, giving just a whisper of difference to the color. "Yes..." she said in a hushed tone to herself, or perhaps to the paint, as her brush dabbed at the color on her pallet and then glided down the canvas standing before her. "Not like the rest... Never like the rest..." she continued to murmur as she quickly wiped at the sweat on her brow with the upper arm of her faded Angel Academy shirt. Her hand worked feverishly, tiny dabs here, long and winding strokes there. A few more and the brush in her hand stilled, slowly leaving the canvas as her eyes darted over every inch of it. "Yes... yes that's it... finished..." The words could barely be heard by even herself, drifting from her lips as she very slowly stepped away from the canvas and took it in as a whole.
It was a tree. A thick and mighty oak with leaves hinting to the cold snap of autumn. The setting sun beyond the edges of the painting threw a feral glow of gold onto the twisted bark, deepening the shadows that the leaves controlled. "I see you," Alice whispered with a grin, looking into the very darkest part of the painting, a hollow in the tangle of roots at the bottom of the tree, carved out by the dirt the tree once held being carved away by many rains. If an observer looked close enough, they just might be able to make out the secrets Alice always put into her paintings. It was what made her so highly sought after and provided enough income that she could do what she loved the most. What she loved most was not just thinking outside the box, but being outside the box entirely.
When father had said she needed to choose a career that would ensure a stable future, she'd said she wanted to be an artist. When mother said she should attend a proper British school, she's run off to Florence. When father said she should invest in a home, she bought a condo in New York. When mother said she should find a gentleman and settle down, she'd refused to call any man so much as her boyfriend. She wasn't so much a rebel as one who simply walked her own path, and ensured that path was as high as it could be. Similarly, as she walked over to the floor-to-ceiling bay window that overlooked Broadway, her loft was as high as she could find one.
Placing a paint-splattered hand against the center beam, she leaned on it and looked out across the city, watching the sun drift down and cast streaks of shadow from the Trinity Church. That church had been the source of more than one artist's inspiration, but not Alice's. Hers came from a place deep within her mind; a place only she could recall; a place she had dreamed of more times than she could bother to count. A place... that left her just a little bit mad.
"Time for some fresh air," she said to herself. Alice pushed off the window beam and padded over towards the bathroom, stripping as she went. First she peeled the shirt of her college over her head, revealing nude breasts and letting the her wavy mass of hair cascade down her back. The once platinum-blonde pin-straight hair of her youth had given way to a richer, more caramel-tone of blonde that tried to gather into large curls of its own accord when she didn't tame it. She discarded the shirt onto her bed as she passed by it, pausing only long enough to yank at the drawstring to her favorite blue pajama pants and shimmy out of them, letting the soft fabric pool onto the floor. Just before she reached the door to the bathroom, she stopped to pull off her purple panties, the lacy thong sliding down her thighs only to be flicked by her foot into the dirty clothes hamper next to the bathroom. She ensured the door of the bathroom closed tight behind her, not wanting the humidity of her shower to affect her now drying paints.
Roughly half an hour later, Alice emerged from the bathroom with one towel wrapped around her torso and one in her hair, quickly shutting the door behind her to contain the steam. After rubbing herself down with lotion, dressing in a rich purple "club hopping" outfit, and only bothering with a smear of shimmering pink lipgloss in the makeup department, she brushed out her hair and put most of it up in a claw-clip that looked like a butterfly on the back of her head. She retrieved her keys on her way out the door and barely remembered to turn off the lights.
The gate of the private garage raised and her gun-metal gray convertible hugged the curve around to the street, slipping into traffic and headed for what Alice referred to as "the fun district." Once in the right area, Alice picked a club at random and pulled right up to the front, knowing she'd get a valet immediately, even before the Reventon actually came to a stop. The door was opened for her and a polite hand offered. She nodded to both the valet that assisted her out of the car and the bouncer that pulled back the velvet rope, undressing her with his sunglass-hidden eyes as she walked past. Inside, Alice immediately let the heavy bass fill her ears, the flashes of light fill her eyes, and the smell of alcohol and sex fill her nose.
She made her way to the dance floor without so much as a pause to look over the buffet of gorgeous men in the room, some of whom were letting their hungry gazes drift over her now slowly undulating form. Gone was the knobby-kneed, flat-chested, too-skinny little girl who chased after a rabbit. In her place was a mid-20s woman with rich hips, long legs, and just enough bust to even out the balance. Even her eyes had changed. Where once sky-blue irises showed of innocence, now sea-foam green hues held a hint of restlessness... of madness.
As the DJ slipped the club into a slow and heavy beat with a dark twist, many of the younger dancers slipped off to the sides for rest and drinks, leaving primarily solo dancers and the occasional goth-type couple to hold down the floor. Understanding the darkness within herself, Alice was perfectly content to remain and continue dancing alone. Her eyes drifted shut intermittently, lazily watching those around her and the flashing lights that kept the beat and feel ever-alive.
One man in particular caught her attention, leaning casually against a support beam not too far from the dance floor. He was hidden partially in shadow, but she could make out most of him. His dark hair fell in shaggy points just past his earlobes, the tips bleached and dyed in a bright color she couldn't quite identify in the low lights. His attire was simple, black loose-fitted pants and a deep purple shirt, almost the same purple as her own halter-top and skirt. What grabbed her attention the most were his eyes. Staring straight at her, she felt like she'd seen those eyes somewhere before. It took her less than ten seconds to take him all in before he started making his way toward her.
Ready with a surefire reject if he came up with a corny pickup line, Alice continued to dance as he walked directly up behind her and brought his face just inches from her ear. "Might I join you?" he asked in a hushed tone that she probably shouldn't have been able to hear in such an environment. Figuring it was simply because he was so close, she nodded her acceptance and he slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her almost flush against his chest and hips as they moved in tandem to the beat. After a minute or so of grinding against one another, Alice's dancing partner brought his lips near her ear once again. "I'm very glad I found you," he murmured to her.
A sly grin coming to her lips, Alice glanced over her shoulder to look to his face. From this viewpoint, she could see the tips of his hair were in fact dyed bright pink. "And why is that?" she asked as she felt his hand that wasn't at her waist come to rest on her upper arm.
He dipped his head to find her ear, giving a gentle nuzzle of his nose there before whispering to her. "Because I've been searching for you for many years."
As his cheek brushed hers, Alice swore his beard stubble felt more like soft fur. But the feeling was there and gone in less than an instant, causing a shiver to race down her spine and then to disappear, as though it had never happened. "Why would you be looking for me?" she asked in a voice a bit huskier than she'd intended.
Continuing to dance to the beat, her companion nuzzled the side of her face and Alice knew for sure she felt whiskers. Not a man's whiskers like he hadn't shaved in far too long, but whiskers like a... like a cat. "Because I've missed you," he replied in a voice with the same husky undertones.
Her breathing hitched slightly at his words. She could swear she'd never met this man before in her life, yet she felt as though she knew him, knew his voice. "I swear I go a little more mad each day," she muttered as she closed her eyes, trying to recollect her senses.
With what sounded far too much like a purr, the man let the tip of his tongue briefly glide along the lower edge of her ear before whispering so only she could possibly hear. "Oh you can't help that... Most everyone's mad here."
Alice's eyes snapped open and she spun her head around to look her dancing partner in the face. When their eyes met, there was no mistaking it. Golden hues with vertically slit pupils stared back at her. "Che-" she started but was quickly cut off when he moved his hand from her waist to place two fingers to her lips.
"Shh..." he hushed her softly. "Never reveal your secrets." Any further protest from her was also cut off when he removed his fingers, only to be replaced by his lips as he bent his head for a slow-simmering kiss. His lips were soft and coaxing, quickly earning the reward of her response. She felt his hand trail down her cheek to her neck, gently urging from the back of her neck to give more of herself into the kiss.
He was simply too inviting, too persuasive with his lips, hands, entire body. She abandoned herself into the kiss, a moan parting her lips enough that he seized the opportunity and slipped his tongue in to taste of her. She had to have more of him. Turning her body in his arms, she slipped her hands up his chest, clutching at the soft cotton of his shirt. The beat of the club continued around them, but their bodies were now moving to a rhythm of their own. Finally succumbing to the need for air, Alice broke her mouth free of his and stared deep into his eyes as she fought to regain her breath. "How?" she asked bluntly.
That grin she remembered so well split his features. "I took the shortcut," he replied. She should have known she wouldn't get a straight answer out of him. When she started to say something again, he placed his fingers to her lips once more, her eyes still holding that questioning look. "In the world of the mad, our eyes can be as those who are mad," he explained. He removed his fingers and bent his head forward, placing his forehead against hers and breathing in her scent. "I watched you, Alice. For many years, I watched you. But as a cat watches birds through a window, I was cut off. Teased constantly, compounded with how you are only a bit mad, I only saw bits. Flavors with no sustenance. Tastes with no meal. I was starved for you," he said headily, his breathing coming in short gasps now. "I was mad for you..."
She stared into those golden orbs and saw the madness there, so much like what she saw in the mirror every day. Without conscious thought, she leaned forward and took his lips again, powerfully and completely. The kiss lasted only moments before she drew back and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight as though he might slip away if she let go. Here was her proof she was both not mad and even more mad than she thought. He was real, yet from a world that couldn't be, and she craved him all the more for it. "Take me home," she panted into his ear. "Take me to my bed and show me you're real."
He needed no more coaxing. Within moments he was practically dragging her to the exit, slipping between people who parted for the feral look in his blazing eyes. The valet pulled her car around in record time, though it still allowed the pair plenty of time to grope at each other enough to make those waiting in line grin and whisper. The drive back to her condo building seemed to take forever, especially with his hand slipping up her thigh and under the hem of her skirt quite frequently while she was trying to drive. She slipped the low-profile car beneath the gate that was rising even more slowly for her tastes than usual with only a few inches to spare. Instead of parking it herself as she normally did, she removed her keys besides the car key and jumped from the machine at the courtesy entrance, practically running over the waiting attendant as they dashed by. She jabbed the button for the elevator and turned to him as they waited. His mouth found hers as he gently held her jaw in both hands. They both gave a moan just as the signature ding sounded and they stepped into the elevator more by feel than by sight, still locked together in a kiss that was quickly escalating. She looked away from him only long enough to turn her key in the security lock and push the button for her floor.
With the elevator on the move, so was he, backing her up against the wall and pressing his weight into her. He ground his hips against hers as his hands started to roam her body, trailing down her collarbone, ghosting over her high breasts, taking in the curve of her waist that tucked into her hips, and still lower to her skirt. One hand remained at her waist, slipping around to her lower back as the other trailed beyond her skirt to her thigh, then slowly slid back up but crept beneath the skirt. He tore his lips from hers to place tiny kisses to her cheek and down her neck, tasting the sensitive flesh that connected to her shoulder. "Softer than any mome rath," he whispered with a grin.
"I should hope you never did this with any of them," she breathed as she ground her hips toward his questing hand. Just before his fingertips reached her panty-line, the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open with another ding. Not wanting to waste any time, he slipped that hand beneath her firm ass and lifted her against him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips and he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes scanning the open loft for his objective.
He spotted the bed and headed straight for it, his mouth coming to her ear and gently taking her earlobe between his lips. Her breath caught in her throat from his actions, then was expelled when he unceremoniously dropped her onto her back on the bed. Before she could gather herself up onto her elbows he'd already pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, revealing a physique that rivaled the male models who attended her gallery shows. His hairless chest and abs looked chiseled from marble and Alice found herself wanting to run her tongue along every indentation and valley. Before she could act on her idea, he was there, leaning over her and using his weight to press her into the mattress; his lips seeking her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, all the sensitive places that made her crave more. She moaned long and low as he slid one hand down her body, taking in every dip and curve, the other holding his weight aloft just enough not to crush her smaller frame.
"Alice," he breathed in a voice far more husky than he thought possible. He took a steadying breath before trying to speak again, his hand now resting on her exposed thigh. He spoke quickly so he could get it all out. "Alice, if you do not want this, you must send me away now." He looked deep into her light-green hues as he spoke. "I don't know if I can stop even now, but you must say something if that is your wish."
Alice was humbled by his chivalry, but the feeling was fleeting as her body demanded his ministrations continue. She reached a hand down to where his sat frozen on her thigh, sliding his hand up towards her core. "Touch me," she whispered, "and don't stop." It was all the instruction he needed. His mouth came crashing down on hers as his hand finished the short trip to her panties, palming her as his fingertips began a slow massage against her covered treasure. He continued for a few moments before slipping his fingers around the elastic edge and pulling it aside. When he tested her folds with two fingers, he found her already wet enough to instantly soak his fingers.
He dipped his two fingers deep into her, curling them inside her for a brief instant, enough to make her pull away from the kiss and gasp raggedly. When she pulled away, he grinned that grin and pulled his hand out from under her skirt, bringing it to his lips and slowly licking her juices from his fingers. "Mmmm," he moaned. "Kitty loves his cream." She watched with great intensity as he finished suckling the last of it from his hand and then slipped both hands around to her back, looking down at her. "Do you have any idea what it was like to be trapped in that body as you were growing up?" he asked as his fingers made quick work with the ties of her halter-top at her back. "To see you blossom and fill out in all the right places, catching only fleeting glimpses of the wonder that you are, but unable to make you mine?" he continued as he pulled the now untied garment from her chest, leaving her nude from the waist up. "No matter now," he said in a low voice before dipping his head to one breast and suckling there, the mate tended to by one of his hands.
"Oh my..." she said breathlessly. "I... oh..." She couldn't seem to make a coherent thought. Talk was for later; touch was for now. "Yes... yes just like that," she moaned as his teeth started to nip and tug at her hardened nipple. She arched into him, holding his head with her arms, her fingers diving through his thick locks of black and pink.
Quite skillfully, he balanced his weight enough to reach his free hand under her once again, finding the tiny zipper of her skirt and dragging it down. Once he felt it hit the bottom, he gave her breast swirl of his tongue and leaned up, slowly shimmying off the bed, all the while looking at her like she was his favorite cat toy. "We're both wearing too much clothes," he purred. When he had one leg off the bed, he took hold of both her skirt and panties, pulling them down her creamy legs and dropping them to the floor. He barely caught that they were black with some sort of design on the ass. He made a mental note to check what it was later. For now her little strappy heels needed to go, and it took him only a few moments to figure out where the elastic band was in the design. Both of the shoes were discarded as well and he untied his own black boots while he was down there.
Her eyes drunk him in as he stood up and toed off his boots, the action causing the muscles of his lower abdomen to clench, just barely peeking out from his waistband. She quickly got to see more of those muscles however, as he reached for the button of his black pants and undid the button achingly slowly. Her eyes stayed on his hand as he dragged the zipper down, his eyes on her face, watching her expression and loving every moment of it. A small shove and the pants pooled at his feet, then kicked aside as her eyes remained on his crotch. If his actions weren't evidence enough of his desire, his barely-contained member before her erased any doubt. His dark purple boxer-briefs were tented so much the fabric was strained to contain all of him.
Without consciously realizing she did it, the tip of her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips as he looked down to her with hungry eyes. She moved before he could, scampering up and onto her knees before him on the bed, sliding her hands up his well-toned chest and back down his abs, her fingertips coming to rest on the elastic waistband. She placed a kiss to the center of his chest as her fingers hooked into his waistband and slowly dragged them downward. Once they were at his hips, she felt his member spring up, knocking the moist tip against her stomach. She couldn't help herself, scooting her butt backward as she continued to drag his underwear down his legs, lowering her head until level with his thick erection. She let go of the waistband and used one hand hold herself steady on the bed, the other coming around to grab the root of him. Before he could even moan, she brought her lips to the head and gingerly licked the moisture from the tip.
She heard him hiss with his intake of breath and opened her lips to take him into her mouth. But before she could take more than just the head in, he pulled back and grabbed her by the shoulders, practically picking her up and he sent her back onto her back. "None of that, deary," he said with a grin. She opened her mouth to say something, but he was getting very good at halting her thought processes. This one was stopped when he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and wasted no time in planting his head between her thighs, his tongue diving into her folds.
What was probably an actual word in her mind came out as a slurred moan as the heat in her stomach shot up to the top of her head and back down to where his tongue was dipping in and out of her sweet sex. "Mmmm... yes... yes more," she managed to say as she reached down to run her fingers through his hair once again. Her hand didn't stay there long, as he found a new spot to savor and both of her hands were instantly in the bedsheets, gripping for a firm hold. "Oh god!" she gasped as he continued a relentless assault on that spot.
"Yummy," he purred in between licks. "Kitty does love his cream," he said with a lick of his lips before diving back in with even more vigor. His hands found purchase in her thighs, holding her down as she started to buck and arch. His strong arms kept her firmly in place as her head whipped from side to side. His moaning in pleasure did nothing to steady her breathing, which was now coming in quick gasps.
"Oh god! I... I...," she attempted to say, but his assault on her senses left her unable to say much more. All she could feel was tongue, lips, and teeth accompanied by his moans that were more like purrs. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more, he suddenly suckled and moaned extra hard, sending her tumbling over the edge. She came hard, clutching at the bedsheets and her eyes closing tight as her body was drawn tight as a bowstring. Her back arched off the bed and he was barely able to keep her hips still enough for him to continue licking throughout the orgasm. She wasn't a screamer, instead having her breath caught in her throat as her body held tight to that moment of sheer ecstasy. After several seconds, her muscles snapped free and she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath at what was quite possibly the hardest hitting orgasm of her life. He continued licking at her sex, though much more slowly now and more in the pattern of the cat that he was. "So good," she heard him whisper as he continued to coax her down gently from her high.
After a few moments, she felt his tongue leave her flesh and whimpered her disapproval. Reopening her eyes, she found she was staring right back into his, that grin nearly neatly planted on his still-glistening lips. He licked his lips clean where she could see, moaning just enough that she could hear. "Such a delicious cream for the kitty," he whispered.
As he leaned over her, supporting his weight on his hands on either sides of her shoulders, she slipped her arms around his chest, her fingers gently massaging into the strong muscles of his back. She could now feel his hard erection, the tip sticky with precum, pressing into her soft thigh. She arched her back slightly, pressing her hips into him and giving a small moan of anticipation. "More," she said in a husky tone. "I want more."
He was all too happy to oblige, rotating his hips to position the tip at her sweet center. Balancing his weight on one hand, he used the other to guide himself into her entrance and made sure she was looking at him before he moved. Staring straight into her eyes, he slowly slid his entire length into her, savoring her long, slow gasp as she was stretched by his girth. When he was buried to the hilt, he stilled and watched her face, her eyes shutting tight as she tried to catch her breath. He gave the slightest chuckle and brought his lips down to her ear. "If it's too much for you, we could just stop now," he teased in a low whisper. Her response was to clench his back even more tightly and arch her hips into his, bringing him another half-inch into her before she relaxed and allowed him to withdraw slightly. Another chuckle and he looked her in the face once again. "I suppose that means you're fine," he said as he began his slow rhythm. He allowed himself to drop down just enough that she could feel his weight holding her down, but still allowed her to breathe. He didn't need her passing out from lack of oxygen, after all. His pace was slow at first, trying mostly not to tear her apart. He feared he would split her in two from how tight she felt around his cock. It was silken pressure; a velvet vise; a torture that nearly pushed him over the edge with less than three strokes. He fought to control himself, to keep from pummeling into her pussy like the frenzied madman he was.
Her breath came in as gasps and out as moans, slow at first, matching his strokes. But as he started to go faster, her timing to his thrusts broke and she was simply trying to breath through it all. Words wouldn't form, no matter how hard she tried. Broken syllables and moans were all she could form. His lips found her throat and she felt tiny kissing being rained upon her over-sensitive skin. She threw her head back into the pillows even more, giving him free reign to her body.
He licked and kissed at her sweat-laden skin, increasing his thrusts as his control on being soft and slow diminished, giving way to the primal desire to make her his. His lips found the sensitive spot that connected her neck to her shoulder, the spot that made her buck just a bit more. Wrapping one arm behind her back and clutching her tightly to him, he planted his lips on that spot and sucked with lips, tongue, and teeth while he arched his hips to an even harder angle, driving into her with astounding vigor. His purr was more of a growl as he pounded into her over and over, his body demanding hers and taking what she so freely offered him.
Short nails dug into his back, leaving crescent-shaped grooves and even drawing blood in more than one place as she arched hard into him, her back drawing up and her pussy clamping down tight around his cock with her orgasm. Stars shot behind her eyes as she kept them squeezed tight, her entire body contracting every muscle as she held onto him for dear life, afraid she might fall into a sea of oblivion if he didn't hold onto her. When the few moments passed and her body released, the sudden removal of pressure and the following pulsing of blood through her pussy causes his own release. A guttural groan came from his lips as he released her neck and buried his face in the pillow next to her head. Slamming his cock deep into her and holding there, he shot his hot seed deep into her, allowing her aftershock tremors to milk him of all he had. After several long moments, he raised his head to regain his breath and looked into her soft-green eyes. Both of them still panting, he slipped his slowly softening member from her and rolled to the side, pulling her flush against him and tucking her head under his chin.
"It's hot in here," she mutter against his chest with a grin. She felt him chuckle as he ran a hand through her completely mussed hair.
"It smells like sex too," he replied before kissing the top of her head.
"I wonder why," she said with a grin and planted a kiss to his sweaty chest.
"We'll figure it out later." He took a deep breath and let it out in a quick rush before reaching down to the bedspread she neglected to straighten that morning when she got up and tucked it around both of them. "For now, go to sleep."
She nuzzled into his chest much like the cat he was, letting her eyes drift shut. "My naughty, naughty Cheshire Cat," she whispered before sleep swiftly took her, his arms still firmly around her.
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