Author's Note
This was a prompt sent to me on tumblr, if you'd like to send me a prompt you can find me at quiddityofstars.
It's a full moon, I bought some rope and handcuffs to bring to bed tonight (beware the moon).
"Sarah…" His voice was a purr, and he was doing that thing where he rolled the 'r' in her name. He always did that when he wanted something. He knew it sent shivers up her spine. The way he stretched out her name was far too hypnotising for her liking. She suddenly remembered resting with her ear against his chest, feeling the vibrations as he talked…
No, Sarah, focus.
"Yes, Jareth?" She turned to look at him from where she sat at her desk, her voice calm.
He was reclining on her bed, flicking through one of her magazines.
"It's a full moon tonight, you know."
She raised an eyebrow. "Does that have any relevance to this article I'm writing for work?"
He hesitated for a moment, and then sighed. "No. But that's what makes it interesting."
"My work is interesting."
He smiled a little. "You know I find your work interesting, darling, but at this moment I just happen to be thinking of something that is exciting in a different way"
Sarah turned back to her computer. "This is why I shouldn't leave issues of Cosmopolitan lying around. What is it this time?"
"Thirteen Ways to Heat Things Up in the Bedroom," he quoted the title of the article. "Do you think they know you don't have to be constrained to the limits of the bedroom?"
"They probably don't have as an expansive imagination as you." She typed at the keyboard for a few moments. "How does this relate to the full moon?"
"Ah, well, in tip number seven, the writer makes a rather unoriginal point about ropes and handcuffs that I won't bother quoting, but it made me think."
"Oh, I should imagine it did."
She heard him stand up from the bed and come to stand behind her chair. His hands rested on her shoulders and he leant down to kiss her cheek. She couldn't help but pause and close her eyes for a moment.
"Do you remember," His voice softly whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against her skin, "that lovely spot in the castle gardens? By the lake…" He pressed a kiss under her ear, warmth spreading from the point of his touch.
She remembered far too well.
"Imagine it at night," He continued, "moonlight reflecting on the water, shining on our skin, you can choose who ties up who…"
Sarah turned and looked up at him, a thoughtful look on her face. "I have been getting very good at tying knots lately."
Jareth grinned, his eyes sparkling with delight. "I am always available to help you practice."
"How kind of you." She grinned back at him.
"Well, I do aim to please."
Sarah laughed. "And I aim to be pleased, aren't we a good match?"
Jareth looked down at her like only a Goblin King head over heels in love could do. "We're perfect."