The Envelope: Snippet Post
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scifibigbang !!
Here is an excerpt from The Envelope, Part Two --
Sensing that sleep will not answer her call tonight – perhaps she and it no longer speak the same language, or perhaps she requires the Hatter’s assistance with a translation – Alice slides out of bed, puts on the robe and slippers provided for her, and silently exits her room.
It is nearly pitch black in the hall, but she knows the layout well. And she knows precisely how many steps it is to the Hatter’s door. What she does not count on, upon reaching it, is the startling swiftness with which it opens before she can even knock. She gasps reflexively and warm hands fumble for her shoulders in the dark. And then she hears him giggle softly.
Relieved, she moves toward him and quietly shuts the door behind her.
“Hatter,” she whispers as she smooths her cheek against his slightly stubbled one.
“Yes, Alice?”
“May I stay the night?”
His arms pull her closer. His teeth worry at her earlobe. “I’ve a bed nauw,” he murmurs. “Hauw wou’ye like teh use it?”
“Thoroughly.”
This time, when they come together, there are no clothes or other fabrications between them. Alice gasps softly against his bare shoulder, counts the irregularities along the skin of his chest with her fingertips. Several slash-like lines of raised skin here just below his heart, a pucker of once-burnt flesh there near his collarbone… to name a few. Now she understands why, on the drive of Marmoreal, clearly thrilled to have escaped Crims with his life, the Hatter had not embraced her although, at the time, she had expected he would. She does not ask why he had merely clasped her hands briefly then. She does not ask what these marks are, nor why they are on his chest rather than on his back; she already knows.
“Do you forgive me?” she murmurs. “I was late. So very late. I did such a poor job of saving you…”
“Hush, my Alice. Hush.”
She does.
The Envelope is at 42,500 words and I just have bit more to write! Yay!!
I'm currently debating whether or not to add that song - "I Think We're Alone Now" (80s flashback much?) - to my fanmix for this fic. (^__~) The Click Five actually has a pretty awesome cover of I Think We're Alone Now on YouTube.
scifibigbang !!Here is an excerpt from The Envelope, Part Two --
*~*~*~*
WARNING: Rated M for sensuality, non-explicit sexual situations, and references to past torture.
Pairing: Alice x Hatter
WARNING: Rated M for sensuality, non-explicit sexual situations, and references to past torture.
Pairing: Alice x Hatter
Sensing that sleep will not answer her call tonight – perhaps she and it no longer speak the same language, or perhaps she requires the Hatter’s assistance with a translation – Alice slides out of bed, puts on the robe and slippers provided for her, and silently exits her room.
It is nearly pitch black in the hall, but she knows the layout well. And she knows precisely how many steps it is to the Hatter’s door. What she does not count on, upon reaching it, is the startling swiftness with which it opens before she can even knock. She gasps reflexively and warm hands fumble for her shoulders in the dark. And then she hears him giggle softly.
Relieved, she moves toward him and quietly shuts the door behind her.
“Hatter,” she whispers as she smooths her cheek against his slightly stubbled one.
“Yes, Alice?”
“May I stay the night?”
His arms pull her closer. His teeth worry at her earlobe. “I’ve a bed nauw,” he murmurs. “Hauw wou’ye like teh use it?”
“Thoroughly.”
This time, when they come together, there are no clothes or other fabrications between them. Alice gasps softly against his bare shoulder, counts the irregularities along the skin of his chest with her fingertips. Several slash-like lines of raised skin here just below his heart, a pucker of once-burnt flesh there near his collarbone… to name a few. Now she understands why, on the drive of Marmoreal, clearly thrilled to have escaped Crims with his life, the Hatter had not embraced her although, at the time, she had expected he would. She does not ask why he had merely clasped her hands briefly then. She does not ask what these marks are, nor why they are on his chest rather than on his back; she already knows.
“Do you forgive me?” she murmurs. “I was late. So very late. I did such a poor job of saving you…”
“Hush, my Alice. Hush.”
She does.
*~*~*~*
The Envelope is at 42,500 words and I just have bit more to write! Yay!!
I'm currently debating whether or not to add that song - "I Think We're Alone Now" (80s flashback much?) - to my fanmix for this fic. (^__~) The Click Five actually has a pretty awesome cover of I Think We're Alone Now on YouTube.
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*Melts*
Date: 2011-05-15 02:26 pm (UTC)I definitely canNOT wait for this story!! Sounds good so far ^_^.
Can't wait til it's ok. Fairfarrne,
futrCSI1490
Re: *Melts*
Date: 2011-05-16 05:02 am (UTC)Re: *Melts*
Date: 2011-05-16 07:59 am (UTC)Re: *Melts*
Date: 2011-05-16 11:19 am (UTC)So, after a little vacation with some friends I'll be back at it!
Can't wait till August then! ^_^ *Hugs*