I don't own Sarah or Jareth, I don't have any claim on any of it! I merely write this to amuse myself and any one else who likes it. For shits and giggles really, but please do tell me what you think about it. Again I use no beta, I am human and mistakes happen. Forgive them please......
She was in the gardens humming to herself. He flew in on her, onto the branches of a low laying tree. She saw him, nodding to him, why the hell was he flying over to her? She turned around and made her way slowly walking up the steps into the castle. He was watching her and saw her glance back at the ground behind her. She didn't look at him directly but he knew what she wanted him to do...follow her. With a wicked thought in his head, he flew down to the spot she looked at. She still had a tune on her lips now singing it softly. Now a wicked grin graced his lips, she was smiling. He walked behind her, always a couple steps behind her. He didn't want to catch up to her just yet, she wanted to be chased. He was going to let her play her game right now, but she would pay for it later. She was passing the fountains on the other side of the walk ways, no this was too much and he caught up to her. She was standing there her back to him, did she feel him behind her. He was so close to her he could smell her hair as it danced on the winds in his face. She knew now he was there turned into him, kissing him immediately. Throwing her arms around him, bringing her hands to his neck. He was taken back by her actions but this told him she was his forever more. She had him, forever. His arms were around her in no time, kissing her back as if his life depended on it. Sliding his hands down her back, and to her hips. She was all he wanted, the smell of her, the taste of her, touching her. He was going to die if he didn't have her right then and there, but having her was going to kill him as well. Throw it all to hell, he wanted her and he didn't care what it meant.
He lifted her and sat her on the edge of the fountain, their lips never left each others. But she stopped him before he could do anything. His hands came up to her arms. "What is it baby girl?" He asked hating the moment their lips parted. She held her hands placed on his chest, not letting him closer. Jareth ached for her, but she didn't say anything. She pushed him back, then just hopped down and walked into the castle, leaving him to wonder what she had on her mind. He was mad at her for stopping him just now, but that angry glare he was giving her only made her want him more. Showing a slight grin, a sly little fox she was. He didn't know this yet but she was going to have fun with him. Sarah just started to walk away, knowing what he must be thinking brought a desire to her.
In a flash of light they were no longer outside but in his bedchamber. She looked around bewildered. "That's not fair Jareth.........." He was on her looking into her eyes fiercely. She leaned in to kiss him, but he didn't let her instead he put his hands on her arms, and tossed her down on the bed. She was a little shocked at him, but she had to admit she liked it. If he wanted her that way she wasn't going to make it easy for him. But that thought was soon replaced with one of wonder. Like "I wonder what I'm going to do now?" She was tied to the bed. Soft rope on her wrists, her legs were free to move still. Jareth could see her mind thinking, oh how it excited him. "And this is what I get for leading you on..?" Sarah spoke as if she was being punished but knew she could get out of it.
"No my dear this isn't punishment of any kind. It's my pleasure!" He eyes looked her over, and there was that wicked grin again. He sat on the edge of the bed, near her hips. She realized she was wearing a button up shirt...and just that. All other cloths were gone, and Jareth had changed his attire as well. Fitting for him though, her mind raced about it.....tight pants, you could see everything, and oh how she loved that! Still wearing the boots, why not, define those legs....he was beautiful and she wasn't even to his chest yet. He chest, well just that, with the necklace royal crest or something? Who cares at this point. Then his shoulders, oh god perfect shoulders, and his neck. She'd held on to his neck, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
But before she could get any other thought in, she saw his pull a feather out of the air. "Nice trick, and what's your next? Turning a goblin in to a rabbit?"
"Now now, Sarah I don't have any need to do that. There are better, more satisfying things to do.