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Absolem looked upon Alice with a look she had never seen on the face of any man. Absolem as a caterpillar was intense, but as a man he was beyond intense. His hand around her wrist was so hot that she feared he would burn her. His eyes burned her from the inside, sending fire rushing through her veins in waves until it all finally settled low in her belly. Alice was struck dumb, and Absolem was quick to capitalize on her speechlessness.

"I've wanted you from the moment you returned to Underland. Surely you understand that you are no longer a child. You are no longer protected by the innocence of youth. In fact, your innocence has not served you well. It's time for you to grow up, Alice of Wonderland."

His hands travelled up her back, pulling her close to him. His lips sought hers, and without seeking permission, he kissed her, unrelenting, until she kissed him back. Absolem's tongue sought entry into her mouth, and she quickly gave it. Alice vaguely thought that if kissing was always like this, she wouldn't mind being married so much.

The cool night air hit her bare chest and she was a little startled to find that he had worked the top of her nightdress down to her waist and she had not noticed. His mouth left hers and she whined in protest until he started working his way along her jaw, down her throat, and finally to her chest. His hands worked their way to her bottom, and he picked her up, drawing her legs around his waist. Alice moaned as Absolem worked his tongue around her nipple, taking it into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth. Alice pulled him in the direction of her other breast, which was yearning for its fair share of attention. Absolem laughed. "You must also learn patience. Everything in good time."

Absolem walked them off the terrace and into Alice's bedroom, where he laid her down on the edge of the bed. He wasted no time in divesting them both of their clothing, letting Alice take a good, long look at his body. She was mesmerized by the hair on his chest, which trailed all the way down to his groin. It looked downy soft, and she reached out her hand to run her fingers through it.

"Your first time to see a naked man and that is what you're intrigued by? You were always a strange bird." Absolem teased, but he caught her hand and ran it over the stubble on his chin. Alice giggled at the feel of it, feeling completely at ease with this man who, until mere minutes ago, was a mere caterpillar.

"My turn," Absolem breathed, as he pulled away and drank in the sight of her, his eyes roaming over every inch of her body.

"Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?"

"Oh I've seen many," Absolem grinned. "But I've never seen you."

His mouth was on her breasts again before she could respond, and she felt his hands pull her knees apart, spreading her legs for him to settle between them. His weight felt strange, but not unwelcome. Alice was rather unsettled when his hand traveled between her legs, prodding at her most private part. He seemed to sense her sudden trepidation, and leaned down to kiss her lips once more.

"Sweet Alice… have you never touched yourself before?"

An almost non-existent shake of her head gave him his answer.

"You've denied yourself the bliss, the euphoria, of just letting go. Let me show you."

Absolem scooted himself down the bed and Alice closed her eyes until she felt his mouth on her sex, kissing her like he was kissing her lips. She knew she should push him away, that there was something vulgar about what he was doing but she could do nothing but writhe and grip the bed sheets like they were the only thing keeping her from flying off the bed. He pulled back for a moment to watch her wind up like a pocket watch, and she felt slightly let down. What he was doing made her feel things she had never felt before, but where was the euphoria he had promised her? She soon found out when his head dipped back down and tugged at something she didn't even realize was there. The pleasant feeling that had been building in the pit of her stomach exploded into something greater, something that stretched from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes. She grasped his head, twining his hair through her fingers and holding him to her.

When Alice finally came back to herself, she looked down to find Absolem watching her, his head propped against the inside of her thigh. How odd, after what they had just done, that she found that gesture intimate…