Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland

Title: Slice Away the Sun

Fandom: AiW (2010)

Note: Fill for katie_greulich's prompt on the kink meme.

"Alice/Stayne, Sthenolagnia (sexual arousal from the demonstration of strength)."

Read before you get confused! I expanded the time frame of when Alice is trapped at the Red Queen's castle, just imagine that whole 'I like you, Um' never happened XD

Pairing: Alice/Stayne

Rating: T (for some sexual references)

Slice Away the Sun

It was some days until Frabjous Day, Alice was suppose to be looking for the Vorpal Sword as she and her friends were trapped at the Red Queen's castle. She was suppose to be hurrying and preparing for that life-threatening trial, and yet at the moment it was the farthest thing from her mind. Her eyes were transfixed on the courtyard below where the red card soldiers were practicing with their leader, the Red Knave. Arrogantly he stood and paced before them, shouting one order and speech after the next. Without warning he turned to one and lunged, flipping the surprised card to the floor before all hell broke loose.

The soldiers returned the assault, jumping the Knave both separately and in teams. Vainly they tried to subdue him and prove their own strength, that they were worth his superiority. One by one he threw them off, and Alice gasped at the sight of his generous muscles moving beneath the leather he wore. She leaned more over the railing, trying to take every inch of his body in with her eyes. The heated pools within her began to turn once more, like they had been since the lustful look he gave her in the throne room. They seemed to grew hotter and more intense every-time she caught a glimpse of Stayne. More and more she found it harder to look away from that delicious form of his. Just the thought of his towering stature, rippling body and battle scars caused her to be weak and lightheaded.

She didn't understand these new feelings or the wetness that dripped from her maidenhood anytime her thoughts wound back to him. All she knew was the mysterious yearning she felt whenever he was near, showing off his ruthless brutality and undeniable power. Alice gave a groan when seeing sweat dripping from his temple as he concentrated at the task at hand. Silently, she grounded against the stone railing, trying to ease the tension there along with the need to have a hardness pressed against it. She gave another groan, only this time out of frustration when realizing it wasn't the type of hardness she desired. She needed something, something only he could give. Alice desperately wished she knew what it was.

She wasn't even suppose to be feeling this way towards him. He was barbaric, an uncaring bandit who would kill without a single thought. Her friends hated him, and she should too, but right now she just couldn't. This caused even more confusion to wage inside her. She had tried to ignore it, to ban him from her thoughts, but still at night she found her fingers sliding down to her triangle of curls. Still she found herself trying to sate the burning within her, and momentarily doing so with his name on her tongue. Each time after she curled in a ball under the sheets, feeling both shame and contentment with the afterglow.

Biting her lip, she watched as Stayne took down the cards, his black cape swishing in the air as a war cry roared from his throat. Her knuckles tightened against the railing again, feeling herself buckle. All of the cards finally fell and stayed on the ground as they hissed at the pain that was given to them mercilessly. Stayne panted, his broad shoulders in constant movement. As if sensing her, he turned to set his only eye upon her. Pinning her under his intense gaze as she blushed and made a retreat. Embarrassingly she ran back to her chamber, but not before seeing the knowing smirk on the Knave's face.

For many minutes she stayed pressed against the door, catching her breath while trying to calm her fluttering heart. Once she thought the pumping adrenaline had left her veins, she head echoing footsteps outside in the hall. Panic gripped her once more before she silently chided herself for being so silly. That was when the voice of Knave floated to her from the other side,

"You know, Um, you really are terrible at hiding," he told her, leaning against her door. She didn't need to see his face to know of the satisfied smirk he held. "But then again it would be such a shame to hide a beauty like yours."

This last statement brought an even brighter blush to her cheeks as he continued.

"Perhaps I can help you with that? Or something else for that matter?"

She could just imagine his tongue sweeping against his bottom lip as he asked this. Along with how his eye took on the look of a predator hunting its prey. This caused a groan to escape from her, one she could not keep from him. He chuckled darkly at her, the rich sound causing shivers to race down her spine.

"I know, my sweet. I know, but later. As much as I hate it, I must leave you to your own... devices," he hissed the word so seductively that Alice almost opened the door to do.. To do something. She still wasn't sure what, again frustration gripped her as he continued, "Come find me as soon as the servants are in bed. No wait.. Let me find you."

With that he left, his footsteps heading down the hall, and Alice leaned in to listen to them fade away. The Vorpal Sword can wait one more night, she decided as she waited impatiently for night to fall.

'If only Stayne could slice the sun away with his mighty sword,' she thought randomly, watching the ticking clock.

{END}

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