A/N: This is my first story, hence why it is so short. I hope everyone enjoys it!

Summary: Alice loves Hatter's hands.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Alice in Wonderland. Like everyone else, if I did, I wouldn't be here. Maybe.

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Alice loved Hatter's hands.

She loved how he talked with them, making wild gestures for even the most subdued of statements. Pointing, poking, grabbing, flailing, slamming, explaining. All sorts of ways he talked with his hands.

She loved how his hands wound through her hair amidst passionate kisses, and how, in the morning, they would lovingly smooth her hair down from the haystack it had become.

She loved how he always had a thimble on one finger, as if his hands were always prepared to make something creative and beautiful.

She loved how his hands would very delicately pin her hat in place atop her hair, and how his fingers would lightly caress the back of her neck.

She loved the times that they made love, and his hands would clench the sheets with a strength and ferocity she never thought he could possess.

How sometimes, while she undressed for bed, he would fold his hands in front of his lips and watch her, his eyes liquid, his eyebrows seductive. She didn't know eyebrows could be seductive.

But her favorite moments where those when she'd wake up in the middle of the night, terrified of the nightmares that featured the Jabberwocky, and she'd sit up in quite a rush, sweating and scared. This would, of course, alert Tarrant.

It was then that he'd sit up as well and take both of her small hands in his, and kiss her forehead. He'd always keep one of her hands in his after that, and it always made Alice feel safe.

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Review, if you enjoyed it! I like knowing when I've written something that makes people smile, even a little. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows with. Everyone likes marshmallows. Or pie. I could give you pie.