be my wonderland

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/CMZq1IL.png, #99ccff]Ferris didn't have Wonderland anymore. But he also wasn't against a comforting little distraction. The bookstore served as such. It wasn't down any rabbit holes, or through any looking glasses, but the decorative choices were familiar and homey to him, an aesthetically pleasing atmosphere. He'd only recently started to work here, but he felt as though he'd spent days upon days somewhere quite like it.

So, he promptly applied, was hired by a cat, and had deemed this a pleasant place to bury his nose in books. Which was considerably easy to indulge in, as his boss had given him the basics, then left him alone. Ferris was strongly against his employers breathing down his neck, and appreciated this arrangement, including the acceptance of odd hours.

His other work still came first, after all. Through the night before and that early morning, he'd been on a courier job. It'd turned more complicated than expected. When he unlocked the front door and slipped into his house, he scratched behind his cat's ears, greeting her with a soft "Dinah, sweet girl," and shed the bloodstained clothes in the dark. When a lamp had been turned on, she was able to spend a comfortable breakfast back in her dresses, and only left once more in the afternoon.

Ferris was back to a tad stiffer-- straightening the bow at his collar, smoothing his trousers, goodbye pretty blue dress-- but heading to his most relaxing workplace, the Alice's Wonderland bookshop, to take some time off. After putting aside his coat, flicking the 'ring bell for service' with a smile, and rolling up the sleeves of his jumper, he disappeared within the shelves. While having traveled seas in his fantastical secret worlds, there were none he loved like a good sea of books. If he heard the bell, he'd be back to the counter, but when that wasn't the case…

Well, when it wasn't, he lost track of time and ended up curled into a windowsill hoarding books and staring intensely at their pages. He wouldn't have noticed Eloise coming in even if the shifty fellow hadn't been sneaking around. Ferris' eyes were practically glazed over, but he startled at the other's presence, the book in his hands falling on his face. He scrambled to sit up, book tumbling to his lap instead. Oh dear! It was her-- his-- shit, Ferris' suitor Eloise, who hadn't given a warning before popping in. The young brit's cheeks were coloring already. There were flowers again.

"...Good day, Captain Eloise," Ferris said, a bit clumsily. He hopped off of the windowsill, looking down and touching the edges of Eloise's skirt, instead. "This is very cute." He glanced over what was being held, then peered into the pirate's face. "O-oh my, are these all for me?" he asked, flustered. "I hadn't even telephoned you yet, but here you are! Do you like it? Can I show you books to your tastes? Anything? Would you want to share a hot chocolate with me?" As much as he tried to hold his tongue, it was impossible not to start chattering questions at Eloise, undeniably giddy to see him. Foolish, childish Alice! he complained to himself. So embarrassing![/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/CMZq1IL.png, #99ccff]Ferris pulled his legs close to make space for Eloise, who took away quite a bit of breathing room. He offered a nervous smile, stomach fluttery at the close proximity, and twiddled his fingers. When the pirate worded things in the anticipated crude way, Ferris squinted momentarily, but nodded. He wanted to be understanding towards these cultural differences, and Eloise seemed thrilled by the compliment.

Courting. The word always made Ferris pause for a moment, when he heard it out loud, allowed to simply be in the air between them. He swallowed quietly, eyes flickering over the small distance between them once more, all too aware of it. The danger of brushing against each other was strong. But a dress! He was buying them! Ferris felt the tips of his ears heat, along with his face. "Just like you promised," he echoed, heart leaping. He was still a young girl, and to be sympathized with, as receiving presents from an admirer was overwhelming at that age.

And then-- this situation again! Goodness, she truly feared she'd faint if he kept it up, or worse, have a heart attack! Ferris looked for an escape route, and found none. So she met Eloise's gaze, instead. The way he stared made her feel more pinned than anything else did. She made a tiny, timid peep of a noise and shut her eyes. When their noses touched like that, it meant he was far past the proper boundaries.

Instead of exploding with any sort of stuffy-outrage, Ferris fell silent, checking what she could see of the store for a moment, then tilting her head back to Eloise. Just kidding. He'd said that, but did he have to take his jokes so far? "What if I missed you?" Ferris asked, petulantly. "What if I missed you?" she repeated, more urgent. Without waiting for a response, she scooted until familiarly half in his lap, reaching out to clutch at his cheeks. She kissed him with extra feeling.[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/CMZq1IL.png, #99ccff]Ferris felt herself sliding into Eloise's lap, and her mouth opening for him. This was a mistake. He'd surely grow bored of her, if she remained so clingy and submissive for long. The weight of his hands on her seemed heavier, as did their warmth, and the body heat when Eloise pressed her to the wall. Despite how troublesome it was, that sense of urgency had gotten more pressing, and Ferris didn't know what to do to make it stop-- only that she really had to be closer to Eloise.

Her eyes went saucer size again, watching him trail down, touch her thigh like that. It was as though an electric shock went through her body, a jolt. He was terribly out of line, doing what he was. He hadn't learned a lesson at all. But she'd missed him, and that meant she let him get away with things. It meant she invited it. The manner Eloise's fingers brushed over her implied he knew what he wanted, and it was her. It was hard not to think about. It was impossible not to think about.

"You missed me?" Ferris' heart sung, from this and his softer voice. She giggled while he kissed her neck, a hiccup of laughter turning into a little 'ooh'. The pounding in her chest grew louder, but didn't drown out his words. With heated cheeks, Ferris dug her fingers into Eloise's shirt, seriously considering another inappropriate suggestion. He was a tempter, offering her compromises and excuses, and they tasted sweet, even reasonable, in the moment. She could see the wrongful steps she was taking, but couldn't focus on them, not with Eloise's lips on her skin.

"Only if my clothes all stay on," Ferris finally whispered back, voice wobbling. "And not for long, a customer might come in." If Eloise agreed to those terms, she honestly didn't know what to expect, what she was welcoming by saying that. Her curiosity was taking the lead. Nothing could be as bad with fabric separating them, she'd naively decided.[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/CMZq1IL.png, #99ccff]From the way Eloise grinned, Ferris knew she was trapped, and had been a silly, silly girl once again. She blushed a bright pink, busying herself with a good mental scolding. Alice, child, what have you tripped into this time? It's worse than any rabbit hole or looking glass, certainly! And goodness, however childish she might have felt, this was anything but. Very generous, you're so good to me, said the cat to the mouse in his claws!

But he'd missed her, and she'd missed him. She could allow an exception for the occasion, for them to express it. It couldn't be avoided, with the way he looked into her eyes, affection clear. She kissed him with less slowness, more fervor, giddy and in love. Falling hard, and hearing faint wedding bells until it ended up embarrassing her too terribly. In her time, it would've been reasonable, but she knew standards were different in Manta Carlos-- and the future. And most importantly, Eloise wasn't the sort of person for such things! Marriage and family, prepostorous! Those little girl ideals were surely a scoffing matter for pirates.

He'd been the one to start courting her, so perhaps it should only be expected, if she were to develop these sentiments and ambitions towards him. That was a part of who Ferris was, and it came with the whimsical and cute package, couldn't be set outside. He couldn't blame her. He couldn't blame her for being herself, because he chased after it!

Where his hands drifted, she pressed into, suffering from the fabric just as much as Eloise did, if not more so. Her fingers and toes must have been trembling. When grabbed like that, she squeaked, surprised by it. Flush against him, she could feel… Oh, oh dear. Ferris' eyes fluttered shut, face burning. She hadn't experienced these intimate adult activities and sensations before. It was a lot to take in. She was always the one who heard gossip of these things, little shrieks and giggles, never participating herself. The imagery of Eloise pressed to her while she was disheveled and dazed drifted through her mind. It made her seem so desirable, suddenly a far prettier girl than before.

It was hard to truly think with this position, an ache in her stomach, thighs twitching a bit, breathing shakier. In terms of preferences, it was difficult to tell if Ferris had any, reacting with her sensitive squirming and whining to whatever he did. That is, until he began to move his hips. Ferris' gasp was so loud that she had to clap her hands to her mouth, eyes back open, big and dilated. Her thoughts faded into a fluffy, incoherent bliss. She buried her face on Eloise's shoulder, fingers digging into his shirt, and wrapped her legs tightly around him-- so they could be even closer, without crossing the line she'd placed. "Eloise," she breathed, a plea. He had to stop this soon, it was too much, and she'd started to whimper.[/tom]

[tom=http://i.imgur.com/CMZq1IL.png, #99ccff]Ferris felt the heat under her collar, under the both too thick and too thin layer of fabric, like a stuffy chimney. It was a marvel she didn't burst, she thought, but some of it seemed as though it were in the air itself. A heavy, tense, overpowering sort of thing. It gave her the desperation of someone who'd skipped many, many meals and had been presented with a piece of cake. Plenty of strawberries, extra frosting, and ice cream on the side. Those were her feelings towards Eloise. Every received touch had a little explosion of shivering and joy to it. Oh, she was simply enamored with her pirate.

She shouldn't have let him get away with so much, but the need in his voice wasn't easy to snub. She finally rocked back, lightly bucking her hips and holding a hand tight over her mouth again, trying to keep the squeaks down. Then, he touched her, a pressure in a place Ferris didn't like thinking about, more pleasant than anything else she associated with it. The suppressed heat roared up, coal thrown in the fire, making it near unbearable to be given this attention by Eloise. Ferris' eyes rolled back, then grew heavily lidded, a contrast to the usual wide saucers look. A weak, almost hiccup of a moan escaped her lips, face red. Tears prickled at the edges of her eyes, predictably overwhelmed.

Watching Eloise with blurry vision, Ferris was about to make an attempt at lecturing him, but there wasn't a chance to, not even a chance to breath. He said her real name, and stunned her with the kisses she couldn't resist, that always escalated between them. A hot mess in Eloise's lap, she only had a tiny 'eek' to offer at first, gaze glued to what his fingers were doing. It was almost a morbid fascination, seeing herself jumbled up in this person's arms, how thoroughly he could manage it.

But that wasn't what would keep him entertained, nor what would keep her standards safe and true. She couldn't let him have her submitting completely, explored land, a finished adventure. No sir, no ma'am, nohow! Ferris bit on the inside of her cheek to get her mind back in reality, peek through the clouds, and took the hand Eloise was touching her with, moving it away. "Saying pretty please alone won't give you that right, Eloise," she whispered, shakily. "I am a lady and you will treat me with respect. I gave my conditions, which you know, you bully! But perhaps your sex drive has gone to your head, and left it empty!" She reached up to tap his forehead, looking about as mad as a mildly annoyed hedgehog. That is to say, not threatening, and not angry enough.

"If it's such an issue," she grumbled, "You should be the one getting touched, not me. It's nothing new for you." And despite the bluntness of the words, and how no-nonsense she was about immediately reaching out to slip a hand under Eloise's skirt-- her hands still trembled.

"I don't… want to get in trouble. Please don't be noisy," Ferris said, voice faint, heart slowly pounding. She was clumsy, never having touched anyone this way, this part of them. Before actively trying to make him feel good, it was explorative, expression moving flashing between scandalized by the discovery of cock and invested. She copied the palming motions that'd been enjoyable for her, then got up her bravery and slipped her hand in his underwear. Touching skin and squeezing, lips parted, absorbed in this.

She stroked him and stared into his face, her own red, giving a look that quietly begged for directions-- too shy to ask out loud. Her bravery was fully in use, and extra couldn't be spared for other matters.[/tom]