He took scissors from his tool-belt (which Alice just realized he had) and opened them. He held them so that one of the blades was facing forward, the other backwards towards him. He cut the buckle of her bra, causing it to fall aside and leave her chest bare.

"You're a size 36C," he said gladly to himself.

Alice gasped. "How did you know?"

"I'm a hatter. Measurements are my thing."

Alice smiled. I should've known that, she thought.

"Now," he said. "Which of your breasts is your favorite?"

Alice looked at him quizzically. "I...I don't know.

Hatter just shrugged. "I'll start in the middle, then."

He lowered his head and rubbed his tongue roughly in between them. She moaned and turned her head, too embarrassed by the noise to look at him. With every lick came another moan, and eventually the Hater began pushing his leg between hers. Alice's own legs twitched with wanting and her hands grasped his shoulders. She soon realized his hat was still on and wondered how. She put her hand on top of it to take it off, but the Hatter stopped her by grabbing her hand. He looked up at her.

"No," he rasped. "Let me do it."

He sat up, now on his knees on top of her, and placed his hands on the sides of it. "Don't be surprised." He slowly removed the hat, and as he did, beautiful dark brown hair drifted to his shoulders. When the top hat was completely off, long hair swept his face softly, as if to comfort him. Alice extended her hand and touched one of the delicate curls.

"Most people think my hair is extremely short," Hatter explained. "Or that I'm hiding baldness."

Alice gasped. "Well, i never thought that! Just... I didn't think it was this long."

The Hatter smiled and lowered again. He placed one hand on her stomach and the other rubbed her leg.

"Would you mind... if I went lower? "

For less than a second, an image of that action passed through Alice's head. She knew she'd enjoy it.

"Y-yes," she shyly responded.

The Hatter crawled off of the bed but stayed in between her legs. His hands gripped her sides of her leggings and pulled. They easily rolled down, and as Alice recognized her nakedness, a shiver ran down her spine.

 Am I really doing this? she wondered. She also noticed the Hatter was still fully clothed. "Wait," she said.

He looked up. "Yes?"

"You still have clothes on."

He smiled. In a sexy voice he said, "I do. Would you mind undressing me?"

As he said so, a memory flashed through Alice's head. She was lying over top of someone, a guy, and unbuttoning his shirt. He looked like a younger version of the Hatter, only his hair was shorter and he bared no hat. They were laughing and whispering sweet nothings to each other. When she came back to reality, her hands were on the Hatter's buttons. She had sat up without notice, and he sat on the floor in front of her, his hands on her waist.

It's him, she thought. I thought he disappeared and died....

She gulped in a breath and continued unbuttoning.

"You remember?"

His sudden words startled Alice. She looked into his eyes and said, "How...did you know?"

"The look in your eyes," he clarified. "I could tell you had remembered me."

There was a pause of silence, a pause where they only stared into each other's eyes. Then he said, "Do you still love me?"

Tears formed in Alice's eyes, but quickly went away as she became her old self.

"I'll let you know through sex," she replied with a naughty smile. "Do me like you used to."

The Hatter smiled too. "Well, you better undress me quickly, then."