Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fantasy ❯ Chapter Twenty Four ( Chapter 24 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Mr. Cat smiled at that. "You can't have both, I'm afraid. Give it time, Alice. I'm certain you'll come to a decision eventually." His fingers danced along her neck. "Make certain that if you and Matthew do anything else, that you be safe."

"Safe?"

"Remember when I explained how babies were made? Well, if you and Matthew do that stuff, there's a chance that you could have a baby. You have to be safe. He'll know what to do."

She nodded. "Alright. I'll tell him." She wondered if the Mad Hatter knew about that too.

He poked her belly playfully. "Hopefully there's not a little one growing inside you already."

She moved her hands to her stomach. "I don't think so...he never...finished in me...but the Mad Hatter did...I better talk with him too."

He nodded, taking her seriously. "Yes, you should. If you start feeling sick in the morning, let me know."

"Yes, of course..." she nodded.

"So tell me..." He stopped and gave her a wide grin. "How big is Matthew?"

Alice blushed again. "Don't ask me questions like that!"

"Well I am," he purred. "Maybe I should just ask him then? Seeing as how he's showing it to patients, I don't see why I shouldn't get a peek."

"No!" Alice snapped. She blushed brighter. Her hands covered her face. "Oh just shoot me!"

He doubled over in laughter at her embarrassment. "It's not that big of a deal, Alice," he told her. "Well, aside from the fact that it's a big deal...sex, I mean, it's just sex."

Alice pointed to the door. "Out! I don't want to ever talk about this again! Out! Now!" she demanded.

He pouted at this. "Aww, you're no fun now that you've gotten laid!"

"OUT!" she screamed.

Sighing, he stood and pinched her cheeks. "You're growing up so fast!" Wiping fake tears from his eyes, he gave her a mischievous grin. "So, what color dress do you want tomorrow?"

She shrugged at this. "I haven't seen myself in a mirror in such a long time...I'm sure I'm really pale so nothing dark I suppose."

He nodded slowly. "Okay! Will do! Don't be too loud later tonight!" With one final snicker he left her there to finish her meal.

Alice groaned. She nibbled on what was left of her food and moved it to her bedside table. Grabbing her rabbit, she laid back on her bed. Her hand washed over the sheets with a soft smile as she thought of what happened between her and Matthew earlier. At least she could admit to Mr. Cat that she was crazy in love. He would never tell.

Matthew entered a little while later. He had medicine in his hands as well as a chart. "I thought that he'd never leave," he said with a sigh as he moved to the chair in her room. "What did you two talk about?"

"My breasts, sex, you, and stuff..." she said as she rolled on her bed to look at him.

He stopped dead in his tracks. "Wait...what?"

"He cupped my breasts and I winced so he made me take off my gown. I couldn't hide the bruising and bite marks...he put all the pieces together himself..." she said softly.

He shook his head slowly, trying not to curse. "Why was he touching your breasts?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because I want to know why he was fondling you," he told her.

She sat up. "Are you jealous?"

"He's gay. Why would I be jealous?" He muttered as he sat down.

"Then there is no reason you should ask why he was touching me," she pointed out. She smiled.

"There are plenty of reasons why I should know," he countered. "So tell me why he was groping your perfect breasts?"

"Give me some reasons."

"I'm your doctor. Only I should be examining any part of you. He shouldn't have ordered you to take off your gown. He might have taken advantage of the situation."

"Taken advantage? He's my nurse. He helps me take baths...he sometimes washes my hair for me. It's his job to ask me to get naked if he feels I am hurt."

"Yes, but it's not his job to grope you! So why was he groping you?"

"I need a better reason than that," she said smirking. "Are you afraid I liked it?" She moved to the edge of the bed to get closer to him. "He did cup them for a while and gave them a soft squeeze. Maybe he's bi and just says he's gay."

He frowned, squirming in his seat as she got closer. "Do not test me, Alice," he warned softly.

"Test you? I'm only speaking truth."

"He's gay; and I do not wish to hear about how he fondled you. I only wish to know why he did it."

"Too bad. I'm not telling. And I know he won't tell you either because he'll have way too much fun teasing you." She held out her arm for the shot.

He held the shot back as he looked at her. "Tell me, Alice. I want to know," he said, giving her one last opportunity to come clean.

"Or what? It's not that big of a deal. Just tell me the real reason why you want to know and I'll tell you why he did it."

"I already explained that to you. I want to know because I want to know. There's no ulterior motive behind that."

"Wanting to know is hardly good enough. If you only want to know then you can live without knowing," she said. She thought a moment. That would be something the Mad Hatter would same. She smiled...she missed him.

"Whatever," he muttered. Pushing the needle into her arm, he gave her the medicine which would help to numb the pain of her leg.

She pulled back and rubbed her arm. "Don't be upset. I didn't enjoy it."

"Was it because you were too sore to enjoy it?"

She let the silence between them sit for a long moment, watching his eyes. "Why are you asking?"

"As I told you before, I am asking because I want to know." He wrapped up the needle so that he could throw it away. Why did she keep asking him the same question over and over again? Didn't she understand that he was telling the truth? He asked her because he wanted to ask her.

"Then I don't really find it relevant," she shrugged then laid back down, her eyes not leaving his.

"Well, I do," he told her. Reaching out he cupped her warm flesh in his hand and squeezed it. "I liked the fact that only I had gotten to touch them."

"I'm sure the Mad Hatter will have a feel at some point," she said.

"You shouldn't be so...willing and free with your body."

"Only to you and the Hatter. Mr. Cat is different. He only has interest in my safety."

“And in your breasts, apparently."

She smiled. "Like I said, it's irrelevant."

His hand slid off her chest with a sigh. "It's relevant to me...."

"Why?"

"Because I do not enjoy it when your body is on display for others."

"He cupped them to see my bra size. That was it," she finally said. "The only other person my body is on display for is the Hatter."

He looked up at her curiously. "Why would he need to know your bra size? You've never even worn a bra before. We never gave you one."

"I'm dressing up tomorrow...for no particular reason really...Mr. Cat thinks it will be good for me."

He frowned at this. "I wonder how he plans to pull that off."

Alice's heart fell a bit. "You don't want me to dress up?" she asked in a low voice. "I haven't worn anything but this gown since I got here..."

He looked at her and sighed. "No, it's your right to act girly every once in a while. If he brings it then you're more than welcome to wear it."

She smiled. "Good, because it would feel really good to wear something new for once. Maybe I'll even be able to see myself in a mirror?" She batted her eyes at him.

A groan escaped his lips as he caved. "I'll see what I can do."

She sat up quickly and hugged him tightly. "I promise I won't break it and cut myself this time!" she said sweetly.

He just nodded against her. "Please don't. I'd rather not have to explain why I gave you a mirror to the board of directors."

"I won't!" she assured him. She covered his face in kisses before hopping back on the bed. "I'm so excited! It's like...like...a real celebration for something! Like a birthday!"

He grinned as her lips covered his face. "Well, it is almost your birthday," he told her. "Only two days until you turn eighteen."

She didn't really know dates anymore. She lost track of the date years ago. And they never made a big deal about birthdays at the asylum. You got an extra cookie on your tray and that was about it. Mr. Cat usually gave her something, like a ribbon for her hair but he had to be careful because she wasn't allowed anything she could use against herself or others.

"Is it that time of the year already?" she thought a moment. "Maybe I'll get a chocolate cookie this year isn't of those peanut butter ones."

"Alice, would you like a present for your birthday? A real present?"

Her eyes met his. "I'm not allowed to have much...last year Mr. Cat gave me a blue ribbon, the one I wore at your tea party last week. The year before that, he got me pink socks." She smiled at that. "But I wore them out." She laughed. "I'm happy with the small things I can have."

"Well, if you could have a present. What would you want?" His eyes stared at her, curious and unafraid of whatever answer her mind might come up with.

She laid her back against the head board. "I really don't know. I haven't had anything of my own in a long long time. She ran her hands through her hair. Maybe my own brush so I don't have to share with others. I don't know..."

He smirked at that, but nodded slowly. "Okay then. I'll see what I can do."

She smiled. "My parents use to go all out for my birthdays. Once I had a circus birthday! There were animals everywhere! And once I had a princess party." She laughed at the memories. "They were always so good with stuff like that..."

"I'm glad that you are able to remember those things," he said after a moment's pause. "Tell me again, how was it that your memories came back?"

"The White Queen gave them back to me as a gift when I rescued her from the Caterpillar. She kissed my forehead and suddenly...it just all came back, almost like I had never forgotten."

"Well, at least you can remember them now," he told her, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. His lips curved slightly as he looked at her. "Tomorrow, when he comes...just, don't let him be too free with his hands when he's helping you with your bra."

Alice couldn't help but smile at that. "Tell me...honestly, you are jealous aren't you?"

He stiffened and fixed his glasses. Moving dark locks out of his hair as he looked away. "Perhaps, but only slightly."

She nodded and took her hands from him. "You don't like to show much emotion do you?" she asked. It was one of the traits she loved so much about the Mad Hatter. He was never afraid to say or show how he felt.

"That is irrelevant," he told her.

She sighed. How...predictable of him. "Ok."

His face softened, but only enough for him to smile. "You have wonderful breasts, and I do not want others to touch them. Okay?"

Her eyes met his. "The only other person I'll allow to touch them will be the Hatter. I promise."

That would have to do. "Okay, that's fine," he mumbled.

She nodded. At the moment, the Hatter was all she seemed to really think about. The things that she was missing with Matthew she got from the Hatter. Her heart ached for him.

He reached out and slowly stroked her arm, his fingers dancing over them while she stared off into God only knows what. "What is on your mind?"

"The Hatter," she said honestly. "I miss him." She pushed some hair behind her ear and looked at him. "I forgot to tell you that Mr. Cat said we should be safe during sex."

So she wanted her Hatter, eh? At the other comment, his cheeks tinted slightly red. "Yes, of course. You should be safe seeing as how nothing actually went in you, but next time, if there's a next time, I'll take precautions."

"There will be a next time...right?"

He smirked at the way she asked that question. "Well, that depends," he said softly.

"Oh..." she whispered. "On what?"

"On a few things. Whether or not you're wearing clothes. Whether or not I'm wearing clothes," he said with a shrug. "But also on whether or not you want to do it again."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't," she pointed out.

"Are you sore from earlier?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Good," he whispered. "I didn't want you to be." His hands traveled to her legs. "Did you enjoy it?"

She blushed. "Yes, of course..."

He smiled at this. "How did it make you feel?" He began to stroke her leg, his hand steadily moving up slowly.

"What...what kind of questions is that?" she whispered. "I don't really know...wanted I suppose...."

"Okay, that's good enough I suppose." His hand moved ever higher as his eyes trailed over her face. His lips curved. "How do you feel now?"

"....hot..."