Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
            
                          
Chesh pulled out the batch of muffins from the oven and inhaled deeply as the scent of perfectly-made chocolate chip muffins wafted through the house. They were just the right color. He set them on the counter to cool and walked out into the living room where I was seated on the couch, a longing look on my face as I stared at the kitchen. "Those smell so good," I said, my mouth watering.
                          
Cheshire laughed. "They're almost done. Hold off for another ten minutes, would ya?" he said. "Besides, we have to wait for everyone else to get here first."
                          
I frowned. "Do you know why Hatter asked to meet?"
                          
He shrugged. "That's part of the Hatter's madness. He doesn't really explain things well. He just said that we would assemble this afternoon for tea and talk. About what? I have no clue," Chesh said. I sighed and fiddled with the string on my hoodie, disappointed and anxious. Cheshire saw this and grinned. He walked behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders in a loose hug. "Aw! Is someone nervous? Don't worry. Whatever it is I'll protect you," he told me, and he pecked me on the cheek.
                          
My cheeks grew bright red and I untangled myself from his arms. "Cut it out," I said. I headed for my room in hopes of escape.
                          
Cheshire quickly blocked my way. "What's wrong, Alice?" He smirked. "Don't you like me?"
                          
I hunched my shoulders. "That's not what I meant..." I mumbled.
                          
"So, you do like me?" Cheshire moved towards me and shoved me back on the couch. I scrambled to get back up, but he got on top of me, a leg on either side of my hips to keep me in place. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked seductively.
                          
I frowned, a light blush on my face that falsified my every word. "Cheshire, I'm not in the mood," I said.
                          
He chuckled. "Not in the mood for what? What am I doing?" he taunted.
                          
I scowled. "You know what I'm talking about," I said.
                          
Cheshire's amusement only grew. "Do I? Explain it to me. I want to hear you tell me what it is exactly you don't like," he pressed. He leaned forward and breathed out through his nose, tickling my neck making me shiver uncomfortably. He seemed to notice I wouldn't look at him, so he slipped a hand under both my hoodie and my black V-neck tee. 
                          
Inhaling sharply in surprise, I shot him a glare. "Cheshire, stop," I demanded.
                          
"Stop what?" he asked innocently.
                          
I gave an exasperated sigh at how far all of my choices of scolding had gotten me and he held in a laugh. Then he leaned towards me again. "You know, you're just making it worse," he whispered as he brushed his lips to my neck.
                          
I shuddered at the sensation and he bit down on the soft spot he had found and memorized ages ago. He knew it drove me insane and I squirmed beneath him desperately. "Ch-Che- Fuck!" I suddenly exclaimed. 
                          
Cheshire paused before he pressed my knee to my crotch and was surprised to feel a hardness he hadn't expected. This was only better for him and he took full advantage. "Oh, what's this now? Do I feel what I think I feel?" he asked.
                          
I tried my best to hold my glare, furious at myself for having let things get this far, but I knew he could see the nervousness behind it. He grinned like and my glare faltered significantly as he used his tail to massage my erection through my pants. I moaned and closed my eyes, my breath coming out faster as I struggled to keep my head. Cheshire seemed to be enjoying himself though and began fiddling with the button on my jeans with his fingers. "This is fun," he said into my ear. "We should do this more often."