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Alice's Daughter	By : Burton_Wanna_Be Category: 1 through F > Alice in Wonderland (2010) > Alice in Wonderland (2010) Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14
The sun rose slowly the next morning, creating a peaceful atmosphere in Marmoreal. Birds awoke and began their musical songs. All over there seemed to be a happier note, brightening the entire land. Even with how early it was.
Tempest squeezed her eyes against the early morning light that made it through her open window. She slowly cracked her eyes open and instantly something felt… off. She felt confused, sore, and, oddly, utterly content. Frowning, she stretched a little, acknowledging the source of the pain in her side but not the soreness between her legs.
Fear and confusion swarmed her, forcing her to sit up. An arm that had been draped over her slid to her lap along with the blanket, baring her naked breast. Gasping, she yanked the fabric up and followed the arm. Alaric was laying on his side, eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.
Last night came back in a rush. Her dream, Alaric coming to her room, her comforting him, and… that. Tempest gasped loudly, running her hands through her tousled hair. Eyes wide she stared at her bed sheets.
"Oh… Gods…" She breathed.
"What's wrong?" Alaric's voice surprised her. She squeaked and looked down at him. He was looking at her with hooded, content eyes and a satisfied smile. He ran his hand lazily through his messed up hair, reminding Tempest of how soft it was. He gave a good stretched and smiled up at her before frowning. "Tempest, what's the matter?"
She was shocked. "I…I…" she couldn't form words. Trying to think she looked away from him. "Oh, Gods… what happened?... What did I do?" She was mumbling.
Alaric's frown deepened and he sat up. Last night he had been sure that she had… but right now everything said otherwise. "Tempest, are you alright?"
"Last night…" She paused, not looking at him. "What we did… shouldn't have happened."
Ok, that really hurt. "Look," Alaric tried to reason. "What we did was natural. You don't have to worry about anything."
"Oh no?" She gave him a fearful look and he knew what she referred to.
"It's alright." He tried to sooth her. "We'll figure something out if something happens."
"I…" she began to frantically look around. "I never do things like this."
Alaric knew that first hand and couldn't help from grinning. Tempest looked back at him and grew angry at the grin. Roughly she pushed him, nearly off the bed.
"I don't act this way!" She nearly yelled. "I… I'm not some trollop you can call on."
Alaric blinked at her in shock at her anger.
"If you just wanted someone to fuck then you should have called on a whore." She hit him with the side of her fist, unable to stop her anger or fear. "I will not be one of your play things. Go away." She began to push at him again.
Confused, Alaric caught her wrists as gentle as he could. But that only caused her to struggle. "Tempest stop."
"I don't want to hear anything." She fought him, uncaring that the blanket began to slide down. "I'm not listening to any of your false words."
"False words?" Alaric blinked, his heart breaking at the tears on her eyes. "What are you talking about? Please stop fighting."
"Let me go." Even though his hold was gentle, Tempest's mind went back to what Jack had done. She struggled against him harder.
Unable to reach her Alaric forced her back against the pillows, holding her hands on both sides of her head. She fought and started to kick, Alaric covering her. He forced her legs together but eased up on her wrists. Memories of Jack pinning her would be resurfacing and he didn't want that.
"Tempest, listen to me." He spoke calmly, trying to look into her eyes. "Look at me. I don't want to hurt you. I want to know what's wrong."
"Everything." She gasped, pressing back against her pillow. "I'm not supposed to be here."
"What are you talking about?" He didn't let up.
"I'm not my mother." She turned away. "And I'm not some frumpy courtier."
Alaric blinked at her for a moment before grinning and kissing her. Tempest couldn't stop her moan of pleasure or from kissing him back. When he pulled back he shook his head.
"You are so stupid." He chuckled. "For one, no one thinks you're Alice. No one wants you to be her."
"But everyone expects her." Tempest looked away.
Alaric released one of her wrists to grab her chin. "They want to see her but they want to see you too. You both have your journeys here but we know you are two separate people."
Tempest didn't say anything, just looked away.
Alaric sighed and rested his forehead against hers. "And two… I could care less if you were a courtier."
"Sure." She rolled her eyes. "You'll say that to any girl you sleep with."
"Because it's true." He grinned. "And, considering how I've never been with one of the courtiers, I'd say it applies."
"Oh, that makes me feel better." She tried the free her other wrist but he wouldn't let her go.
"Tempest," he said with force. "I don't sleep around. And I don't sleep with just anyone."
"Only those who fall for your charming words." She tried to push him off but he grabbed her wrist again.
"You know how many women I've been with?" He said a little too roughly. When she shook her head he continued. "Three, not including you. And I have cared greatly for each one of them. But none of them have affected me like you have."
Tempest's eyes widened and she moaned as he kissed her again. This time he took his time, enjoying the feel of her against him. She tilted her head and deepened the kiss. Their fingers slowly laced together as their bodies began to mold closer.
When he pulled back, Tempest looked up at him with desire filled eyes. "So we're clear," she slowly licked her lips. "I am not your consort."
"Wouldn't dream of it." He grinned and captured her mouth again. This time he took her hands and wrapped them around his neck. When she complied he let his hands roam back over her body, memorizing each curve and dip her body had.
Mind clear yet full of desire, Tempest sighed into his kiss, scooting to give him better access. He took her invitation and began moving down her neck to her breasts where he could tease and taste the perfect mounds. The White Prince took his slow, sweet, steady time lavishing her, not wanting to rush through this but to show her he meant business. And she was more than happy to let him, revealing in his touch and wanting more.
Once he was satisfied with his work on her succulent breast he headed south. Through the corner of his eye he caught sight of the bruise. He pulled back to look at it, noticing that it had grown darker and nastier. Gently he lowered his head to it and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She gently ran her hand through his hair. "Alaric?"
"Let me heal this?" It was a desperate plea. He looked up with pain filled eyes. "Please, let me remove any mark he left behind."
Tempest looked at her now healed arms and took notice that her cheek didn't hurt. The only mark still on her body was that bruise and her short hair. Smiling softly she nodded. "Ok."
He smiled and peppered the mark with kisses. Tempest sighed in pleasure, running her fingers all through his hair. As he moved onto her belly button, she drifted her hands over his back, feeling all the hard muscles she could reach. She wanted to feel more of him and return all the pleasure he was giving her.
"Alaric, I want to feel you." She groaned when he began to kiss her thigh.
Alaric paused and looked up at her. She bit her lip and grabbed his shoulders, tugging him up to her. When his hands were placed on either side of her head she slowly trailed her fingers over his shoulders. He looked down at her, heat flaring in his eyes, but didn't say anything. She gently traced the hard lines of his pecs, flicking at his nipples and causing him to moan.
Tempest grinned up at him and traced her nails gently over his abs. This time he closed his eyes when he moaned and he kissed her. She returned his moan and continued her exploration over his flat stomach and to his hips. He deepened the kiss when her hand rubbed against his hard member. She groaned and gently took hold of his shaft.
Alaric gasped and fisted the sheets, intensifying the kiss. Temp tilted her head and slowly stroked the velvet covered steel in her hand. He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. When she began to gently rub the tip, he slowly drifted one on his hands back down her body to cup her core.
Tempest gasped and gripped him harder. As a result he gently pushed two fingers inside of her and began pumping. Soon their hands found the same rhythm and they were both panting. Alaric took to nipping back at her shoulder and when he began to thrust three fingers she bit his shoulder. Their pleasure grew and grew until it became too much.
"I need to be inside you." Alaric growled, pulling back to look in her eyes.
"Yes," she needed it too. Temp opened her thighs wider and let him settle between them more comfortably. He took hold of the hand that still held him and had her gently guide him to her center. She looked up at him as her heart began to beat faster.
He removed her hands and laced their fingers together, holding them by her head again. Gently he captured her mouth as he pushed inside of her. They both moaned in pleasure. Alaric waited a few moments for her to adjust then he started to move. Slowly at first then his speed increased until it became frenzied, fuelled by their passion and desire for each other.
Tempest's moans and gasps were the sweetest sound Alaric had ever heard. He began to nip at her neck and breasts. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust harder, deepening his penetrations. They were so close… just out of reach. Then he rotated his hips as he pushed back in, hitting that right spot that had her crying out and clamping around him.
Just before his release struck, he pulled out, coming on the sheets and her stomach. He held himself up on shaky arms as spasms rocked through him. While this release was worthwhile it was missing something, that ultimate connection between two people. What they shared last night was what he missed. But he wasn't going to risk something that might be regretted.
He panted, trying to catch his breath, staring into her glazed eyes. He grinned, capturing her lips for a gentle kiss. "I could really get used to that look in your eyes."
She rolled her eyes. "You're cocky, you know that."
"Just a little." He chuckled and rolled onto his side, arms wrapping around her. They stayed like that for a long time, just content to hold each other. Until the sounds of the waking world intruded on their peace.
Tempest broke his hold on her and sat up. Relishing in the slight soreness between her legs but not on her side. "We need to get up."
"I'd rather stay where I am." He smirked at her, eyes roaming over her bare back.
She looked down at him with a bored expression. "Sure, be the lazy prince. But everyone will be waiting for us."
"Agh," he sat up and stretched. "I suppose you're right."
Tempest shook her head and slowly stood, wrapping the blanket around her. She looked around her room trying to locate her clothing. Thankfully her shirt and pants were by the bed. She discreetly pulled them on and Alaric chuckled. She looked at him with a frown. "What?"
"Nothing," he smiled and stood, not bothering with a sheet. Tempest blushed and looked away, Alaric laughed again. "After what we just did you're still shy. I find that funny."
"Laugh it up." She mumbled. "I'm going to get a quick bath."
"I'm joining you." He came up behind her.
"Oh no," She turned in his hold and pressed against his chest to stop him. "I know what you have planned and no."
He chuckled, arms going around her. "As much as I would love to continue with this, sadly, you are right. Everyone is waiting for us. I'm going with you to heal your bruise, remember?"
She looked at him with narrowed eyes and his grin grew. Again she rolled her eyes and tried to step out of his hold. Alaric didn't let her go, he pulled her closer. She grunted twisted so her back was turned to his front. He hugged her tighter and kissed her neck.
"Alaric," she groaned and giggled. "Let go, we have to hurry so we can meet with the others."
Alaric sighed and loosened his hold so she could step away. She did but he kept hold of her hand as she made her way to the bathroom. He indicated to the toilet. "Sit and lift your shirt."
She obliged. "Do you have everything you need here?"
"Yep," he nodded and went to the cabinet below the sink. He pulled out a small mortar and pestle along with some herbs. "My mother usually keeps all the rooms stocked with healing supplies. Just in case."
"Good idea." Tempest nodded, thinking of what her grandmother had done just in case for her mother.
"Tempest," Alaric knelt next to her, brown eyes filled with worry. "Tell me what happened."
She stared at him, feeling the past settle over her. When she didn't answer he sighed and gently began to rub the salve over her bruise. Temp watched him, relishing the easing of her pain.
"You hit your head hard." She finally spoke, rubbing her hand through his hair. "I went to check on you but he stopped me and pushed me down. He just kicked me over and over." Her eyes began to become unfocused. "I don't know how I stopped him but I did. I went to you and called the Bandersnatch. That's all."
He finished rubbing the salve then gave her a thorough kiss. When he pulled his head back he rested his forehead against hers. "You are brave and crazy."
"Are those really bad qualities?" She smiled at him.
"Depends." He returned the smile but dropped it. "Promise me you'll be more careful. No more jumping in."
"I'll try but I can't swear I won't." She locked eyes with him, letting him see the truth.
Alaric groaned again and kissed her. "I'm addicted to you." He kissed her again when she laughed. "Take your bath and I'll meet you outside. If I stay, I fear we will never leave."
Tempest laughed softly again and kissed his cheek. "Then you'd better go before I find a way to keep you here."
Alaric laughed this time and kissed her once more. He slowly backed out of the bathroom, eyes locked with Tempest. She bit her lip as she watched him gather his scattered clothing. She couldn't help but focus on his very nice back side. When he finally dressed and left she released a sigh and went about getting ready.

Over an hour later Tempest and Alaric made their way down to the war room. After having bathed and eaten, both felt relaxed and refreshed. Tempest gave another stretch, enjoying the freeness her body felt. In fact she felt better then she had in a long time.
"Are you alright?" Alaric asked, worried. "You keep stretching like you're stiff."
"No, I'm fine." She smiled up at him. "In fact, I feel better than ever."
"You could really bust a man's pride saying things like that." He chuckled and grinned down at her.
She blushed and punched his arm. "Don't say things like that. Especially near my father."
"Ow, alright. Sheesh, no need to hit." He laughed while rubbing his arm.
"With you, there always is." She rolled her eyes and laughed at the pout he gave her. Biting her lip she reached up and patted his cheek. "Ah, poor baby."
His eyes flashed and he grabbed her hand, yanking her flush against him. He lowered his face until they were only an inch apart. "I'll show you a poor baby." He growled and moved to capture her lips but she put her hand between their mouths. He frowned, not removing his lips from the palm of her hand, and she laughed.
"No time, we have to meet the others." She chuckled and spun out of his hold. "They're probably waiting on us."
"If it wasn't my parents and your dad," he huffed then paused. "And Absolem, I'd say let them wait."
"Boy, are you really that spoiled?" She looked up at him from the corner of her eye.
"No," He crossed his arms. "I just want to hold you more than see what the Oraculum has to say."
Tempest stopped and blinked at him. He turned to look at her with confusion. "You really mean that?"
"Of course." He shrugged.
She smiled and shook her head, kissing his cheek. "Thank you but I need to know what's on that scroll."
"Yeah, I figured." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. They stopped again and he opened the door. "After you."
Tempest nodded and walked into the grand room. Everyone was there, talking happily. Mirana and Michael sat at the great table's head, speaking with Nebula and Chess, who floated to one side with Castiel. She was speaking with Mally and Raynum across from her while Talon spoke with Hatter, who sat beside Cas. The Tweedles were arguing over the seat while Thackery laughed at the show with McTwisp beside him. A handful of white knights stood around the room, dutifully awaiting orders.
Mirana looked up as the two approached the table.
"There you are." She beamed brightly. "I trust you are feeling better. Both of you."
"Yep, all healed." Tempest returned her smile and sat beside her father.
Hatter stiffened for a moment, reminded of when Alice had told Chess the same thing. His heart gave a painful squeeze and he had to shut his eyes at the pain. He missed her, his Alice, his wife, so much he couldn't breathe. His dreams were plagued by her and that dreadful, dreary, disastrous day. That horrid, putrid, distasteful, no good, devastating, rotten, nasty, cruel, grievous-
"Dad?" Tempest called softly, cutting through his mental rant.
His eyes snapped open and he looked at her, giving a weak smile. "I'm fine."
"No you're not." She frowned at him, covering his tight fist with her hand.
"But I will be." His smile grew stronger then he turned to the White rulers. "Let's get this over with."
"I'm with Hatter, we need to know what's going on." Alaric nodded to the orange haired mad man then to his parents. He focused on the blue butterfly Temp had not noticed on Mirana's shoulder. "Absolem, what does your Oraculum tell us?"
"Have a look for yourself, boy." The butterfly chuckled, floating off the queen's shoulder and over to the scroll in front of her. "I haven't even opened it yet."
"We wanted to wait until you two had a chance to heal." Mirana answered before Alaric could ask.
"Both of you deserve to see what it tells us first." Michael added, nodding to his son and Tempest. "After all you got it back."
"I jus' wanna kno' whut the h'll has been burnin' meh house!" Thackery yelled, waving his ladle around.
"I already know the answer to that." Tempest looked at the table and rubbed the back of her neck. All eyes fell on her, including the knights. "He… he showed me."
"Jack?" Alaric growled.
"He showed you the creature!" Hatter demanded, slamming his fist into the table.
"Um… yes." She blinked at him then looked at the others. "I convinced him that I didn't agree with anything that had happened since my mother had come back and said that I wish I had seen the Jabberwocky."
"Why would you say such a distasteful thing?" Mally gasped.
"She had no choice." Nebula came to her defense.
"And it was partially true." Temp spoke honestly. "I did want to at least see what the thing really looked like."
"But not the actual creature, right?" Chess asked, grin gone.
"No, no," Tempest shook her head. "I just wanted a better idea of what my mother had to fight, that's all. In truth, I just wanted to look at the image of the Frabjous Day."
"Alright, it doesn't matter why you told him that. You did nothing wrong." Mirana cut in. "You said he showed you the creature, what is it?"
Temp shook her head. "You won't believe me."
"Try us." Michael countered.
Tempest took a deep breath and looked to Alaric then he father. At the worry in his lightening eyes, she had to look away and shut her own. "It's the Jabberwocky."
Silence… then everyone denied it.
"Improbable!" Tweedledee shouted.
"Contrariwise, not possible!" Tweedledum added.
"There's no way." Mally gasped as Talon spoke. "The creature is dead."
The other's joined in and Temp didn't look up, just squeezed her eyes tighter. Until Mirana's voice rose above the group.
"Please!" She demanded and it became silent again. "Thank you. Tempest," she waited for the redhead to look at her. "Why do you believe the creature is the Jabberwocky?"
"It looked exactly like mom described it." She ran a hand through her short hair. "And Jack told me it was."
"But how?" Alaric demanded.
"He said he resurrected it through a spell he got from your book." She looked at Mirana, whose eyes were wide in shock. "He claimed to have mixed in a potion to make it stronger. But the initial spell sped up the rebirth."
"That's not possible." The queen shook her head. "I keep that book locked away."
"Mirana," Michael turned to her, frowning deeply. "Is there such a spell?"
She sighed and nodded her head. "Yes, there has to be." Before everyone could speak out in outrage she continued. "There has to be a balance. So, just as there is a spell to forge a Vorpal sword, should the current one be broken, there is a spell to speed up the rebirth of the Jabberwocky."
"Why does a spell need to exist?" Alaric demanded, fist clinching. "I can understand the Vorpal sword but the Jabberwocky?"
"The Jabberwocky hasn't always been used for dark purposes." Mirana spoke gently. "It just depends on the person it sides with. The Jabberwocky and the Vorpal sword are forever locked in a battle to permanent death, which is near impossible to cause. It all keeps the balance of Underland."
"But how can the Jabberwocky be reborn?" Hatter asked this time.
"Normally the process takes thousands of years." Absolem answered. "As long as the heart in intact then the process begins once the body has decade and the organ touched the ground. From there it is incased in a cocoon of sorts and the creature grows in the ground, emerging in an egg until fully developed."
"The spell in my… darker book has been devised for cases where the Jabberwocky is needed or wanted sooner." Mirana took over explaining. "The problem is that when you speed up the natural process the creature turns out dark and more twisted. That is why it is usually depicted as being evil. But what I can't understand is how he was able to resurrect it. Even with the spell, the fastest time was over two hundred Overland years."
"I can't think of any way-" Absolem began but Temp cut him off.
"The Gods." She whispered.
"What?" Nearly everyone asked.
"The Gods." She spoke louder and looked up at the queen and wise butterfly. "He used the Gods' blood to speed up the process."
"Now that's mad, Tempest." McTwisp cut in.
"The Gods aren't catchable." Thackery clicked his tongue at her.
"No one even knows the God's true form, Tempest." Alaric shook his head. "There's no way they'd allow themselves to be caught."
"Look," Temp slammed her hands on the table. "I remember Jack telling me he used some potion along with the blood of the Gods to bring the Jabberwocky back to life. So he must have found a way to capture your deities."
"I'm afraid she's right." Absolem floated over to them. "When in a physical form the Gods can be captured but it is very hard to hold them. Jackson must have tracked them."
Before Alaric could argue Michael spoke up. "How he resurrected the Jabberwocky is not important at the moment. We can discuss that later."
"He's right." Hatter finally spoke up; shaking off the shock that the creature his wife had killed wasn't really dead. "Our biggest concern right now is how do we slay it?"
"By looking at that." Alaric pointed at the scroll that still sat in front of Mirana. "Since I'm not permitted to be my own Champion, this'll tell us who is."
Tempest felt her heart beat quicken as the scroll was passed to the prince. She looked at it, with its worn and torn edges, and wondered how such a simple thing could have such an impact on so many lives. Alaric took the Oraculum and looked at her. When she nodded he very gently began to unroll it. Everyone around them leaned in to get a better look.
"Let's see who our Champion is." Absolem spoke as Alaric began to reveal the day they wanted.
Sure enough there was a large dark creature that looked exactly like the Jabberwocky sketched onto the scroll. It was climbing a tower after a person carrying the Vorpal sword. The person stopped with their back facing everyone but Tempest's heart still squeezed. Her hand went up to her shoulder length red locks just as a nonexistent wind blew in the scroll, fanning the young woman's waist length hair out behind her.
It was Alice. The woman could only be their former Champion, her mother, Alice Kingsleigh-Hightopp.
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