Stolen Kisses
by: Ismira Daugéne
Chapter 1: A New Game
It was hours after all of his citizens had left the impromptu party in her room when Jareth bent down to peer at the sleeping mortal before him. She lay on her bed still dressed in the clothes she'd worn when she'd defeated him. Her hair was spread in a halo around her head and a yellow paper crown sat awkwardly near the top of her head as though she'd been wearing it when she flopped down on the bed in exhaustion. She breathed in and out in a slow soft rhythm, indicating she was in a deep sleep.
His leather boots creaked as he shifted, raising an arm to gently run a gloved finger down the side of her face. His mismatched eyes studied her intensely, like he was trying to see through her eyelids to see those cruel eyes. He dropped his hand back down to rest on his knee and let out a sigh. "Our game was fun while it lasted, little Sarah, but I don't think I'm quite done with you yet," he paused and a grin spread across his face. "No, I do believe that game was merely a precursor to our next." He leaned closer to her sleeping figure. "Allow me to make the first move," he whispered before pressing his lips gently against hers.
It was a soft caress, almost like the touch of a butterfly, but he could still feel a strong magnetic pull to deepen the kiss. He pulled back though before he woke her to see her smiling, her eyes were still closed and she was still ensconced in sleep, but her lips were turned up at the corners like she had a secret. Jareth smiled too and rose from his crouched position. "Sleep well, my dear, for we shall meet again very soon."
A light shower of glitter littered the floor as he disappeared into the night. Sarah rolled over in her sleep a wide grin still plastered on her face, and hugged her pillow tightly. A single white rosebud rested on her nightstand.
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For those who don't know, a single white rosebud signifies girlhood, too young to love, youth, and a heart innocent of love.
Thank you for reading. This is an idea I had for a series of short related ficlets. The time between these ficlets will vary between large gaps and small jumps. I'll try to make it clear how long has passed. Don't worry I'm still writing The Reference, I'm just at a roadblock for it at the moment. So I'm doing this instead.
Warning: future chapters will most likely contain varying amounts of fluff and later chapters may be rated M.
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