This is standalone story I thought of lately. I hope you all enjoy it.
The song is lead me on by Gloriana. It's a lovely ballad of a song somewhat haunting that set the tone of my writing.
I often listen to music while writing, and often songs will influence my musings.
There you go in all your beautiful glory
Messing with my head like you always did
At twenty five Sarah had finished college and was working in a coffee shop while substituting in various schools around her town. It wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills and kept her fed and the apartment warm and an adequate supply of wine. She was unpacking her groceries, narrowly dropping her eggs as the shaking of her hands intensified. She was dressed in a pair of ragged overalls with a crop top underneath as it was unusually warm that spring day.
She put the rest of her groceries away, looking at her calendar taking note it had only days had gone by since she called him. The withdrawal symptoms starting, her anxiety and shaking. She couldn't sleep the past night, and when she did, she dreamed of him. She grabbed her premade salad from the bag on the counter going over to the couch, she thought back over the years.
After the whole incident, she spent most of her teen years dodging her stepmothers questions about the strange conversations she was having with herself. There had only been so many times 'I'm rehearsing' could be used as an excuse before it got worn out, and slowly she out grew her friends from the labyrinth. Weekly calls, turned into a month, too few times a year. She grew up during high school, becoming more comfortable with her body and the attention she got from the boys that often maybe she cover up before. She always looked respectable- her father wouldn't allow anything but respectable, but even Irene on a few occasions stood up to her husband who deemed Sarah's shirt to low cut or maybe too much stomach was showing.
Her first boyfriend was a boy named Matt, he was tall with a head full of dark hair. He was the son of one of her father's co-workers, but they had met in history class instantly hitting off. They fumbled around in the back of his car learning each other's bodies, They lasted the school year before he went to live with his mom in another town. Tears were shed and promises that were ultimately forgotten till the agreed it was best to break up. She finished her last year of school in between the crowds of the popular kids and the kids who didn't give a damn. She got into a decent college in the city near her town. Choosing to live in the dorms instead of commuting, her mother payed for her residence fee's. Her guilty conscious for leaving as she did made her easy to manipulate. All Sarah had to do was call about something, she didn't even have to ask and next thing her mother would transfer her money.
When she started college it opened up a new world for herself, underage drinking and smoking joints at parties. Sleeping through her classes from being hungover. Everyone drunk always got a kick out of her stories she 'made up' about the hot Goblin King who sounded like David Bowie. She wrote about them in writing class, it got to the point she had been drunk one night she sat in front of her mirror and called to her friends. Still dressed in her party outfit, They are never seen Sarah in such a dress, it was too tight and too short. It became a routine that she started calling when she was drunk, which was more days of the week than naught. Her grades were good in high school, she could get by without studying and get b's maybe an A. Now it hits her in a face of how much she had to work for a grade above a C. She spent weeks dodging calls from her father. The boys were in and out of her room. Hoggle even took notice of the failing grades, and the repetitive drunkenness after a while even though she brushed it off saying everyone did it. What she didn't know is that Hoggle had informed his King of what Sarah was up to and how she wasn't being a lady.
It had been a real shock when she called for Hoggle and instead she had gotten a stern looking Goblin King, she didn't exactly remember what he said that night. Okay, that was a lie, she remembers exactly what he said to her that night.
"Grow up, you are half the girl who once ran my Labyrinth. What happened to the Sarah who told me I don't have power over her. Because the way I see it, everyone has power over you, those imbeciles who you invite into your bed, the ones who should know better that you are not in the right mind to be making decisions. You've disappointed me Sarah, I thought you were better than this."
"Just fear me, love me, do as I say' rang through her head. She smartened up, studied harder to make 'him' proud. Graduating on the dean's list for her school. By her third year she was living on her own, she gradually called to him more and more mostly they talked or she asked him about the Underground and its various kingdoms for her short stories she wrote about in class. They developed this strange friendship, that neither had expected it was like she replaced one drug with another except the other drug was him. She wasn't fifteen anymore a naive virgin, she knew how to dress her body and make men turn to look at her. The Goblin King was no exception.
She didn't know when it started- or who kissed who in her tiny apartment off campus. He always came to her, he couldn't bring her to the underground as many times she asked. Sometimes she wondered if he was married, he always used the excuse of magic laws that she would have to stay forever if she came back with him. She couldn't do that, leave her home forever and possibly be his hidden mistress. She gave up asking, and soon she found herself turning down dates. Her friends pestered her about her mystery man, her older mystery man, the one with blond hair. She had no photo's of him around, she had a spare toothbrush in the bathroom and a bar of manly smelling soap for him to use, that her friends took notice of.
Sarah shook her head clearing her thoughts as she felt the tremors go throughout her body. She refused to call him, they promised to try to end this. But he was in her head, he was in her body and wouldn't leave her alone.
I'm thinking things I don't want to say
And I can't breathe
What do I have to tell you girl
So you won't leave
Jareth paced his throne room, he heard her call out. He could smell the magic and control she had over him. His senses were tingling, he never planned on this happening. He never planned falling into bed with her. She had been on a bad date that night she had called him, the man made her feel insecure after she heard the guy critique her choice of food that wasn't a salad. Despite running everyday she was naturally curvy. She wasn't over weight or even fat, but that man couldn't see through the fact her thighs touched when she walked. The first kiss was heavenly and quickly progressed to them falling into bed together. Him showing her how much he enjoyed her body.
Giving in as the scent of the magic call became too much for him, he turned into his owl form and flying away into the sky. He sat on her window as he saw her fight herself, her hands shaking, he knocked on the window with his beak. He saw her turn and race towards the window opening it for him.
He transformed back into his mortal form, he didn't have time to say hello as she was pounced on him.
"Sarah," He drawled out her name slowly. "I thought we were-"
"Shh" she shushed him as she kissed down his neck. "I need you, Jareth," Sarah pleaded quietly.
Tell me what I want to hear
I don't care if you're lying baby
I just want to feel you touch me right now
Go ahead and call it love
Tomorrow you can deny it baby
Kiss me again, let me pretend
That it's not wrong
Baby, lead me on
I wanna touch your skin, I wanna taste it
I wanna feel that love like we used to make it
She was undoing his shirt, kissing down his chest. "Please don't push me away, no one has to know." She felt Jareth relent, she took the time to kiss him properly as she pushed off his shirt, his own hands tugging at the claps of the baggy overalls she was wearing with a small shirt underneath it. Falling on the couch they kissed for what seemed hours, both smelling the magical musk from the two of them.
She sat up, tugging on his arm to pull him up. She leads him down the hallway, stopping part way to kiss, before stumbling their way into her small bedroom as he picked her up tossing her on the bed. She panted as she looked up from the bed to his tall lanky form still in their extremely tight leggings he wore.
I don't care if we go nowhere
You're all I see
One more night with you
Is all I need
One more night- it couldn't hurt them that much could it?"
Jareth growled as pounced on her pulling her crop top up as he went. Fuck she wasn't even wearing a bra. She arched her back into him as he cupped them in his hands squeezing them firmly rolling them about beneath his palms.
One more night, then he leaves her forever. He had to, the more time they spent together the more time she was near his magic, the more magic she absorbed the more she craved him, the more he craved her. Every time they tried to call it quits it always ended up like this in a frenzy to calm the quivers and anxiety.
He ended up being a drug to her, a drug she craved even more than all the others she had tried. But in the same way she became his own drug, he craved her more each time, the scent of his magic intensifying each time they came together drove him crazy when he smelt it on her.
Every promise of an excuse they made, they knew it would be broken. They couldn't stop themselves when it came to it the pull was too strong for them to cut it off. He brought up the underground once before and she flat out refused to join him there. This was her home, not down there, not being his mistress. He didn't understand that word when she spoke it, Fae mated for life they never had a word for a woman in an affair.
He brought himself back into reality with a slight shake of the head. He leaned down, taking one rosy nipple in his mouth, suckling on it, pulling it taunt between his teeth, making her hiss and moan from the combination of pain and pleasure.
"Heaven's Sarah you are beautiful," he murmured against her skin. "So fucking beautiful Love."
Tell me what I want to hear
I don't care if you're lying baby
I just want to feel you touch me right now
Go ahead and call it love
Tomorrow you can deny it baby
Kiss me again, let me pretend
That it's not wrong
Baby, lead me on
She tugs on his pants, pulling them down over hips grasping for his cock that sprung free. Pumping him, she hears him groan as her hands runs up and down his length, twisting and turning with each stroke.
She could already feel her own wetness on through her panties, as she felt his one hand sneak under the cotton bikinis she wore. His digits parting her folds, exploring the most sensitive of places, one finger-two fingers slipping inside of her. Pumping slowly in and out of her as she panted heavily, feeling the familiar turmoil coil in her centre, building more and more with each other pump.
He won't bring her to completion not without him, she knows that by now as he removes his fingers from inside her.
She takes the moment rifling through her drawer only to realize that she was out of condoms. How did that happen? She groaned, thinking about how she forgot to buy more. Then again, she hadn't been planning on calling him again, they promised last time this was the last time. Except it never was.
"Fuck it"-she told him, she knew he hated them and constantly told her they needn't bother. He can use his contraceptive spell. But it was ingrained in her safety first, no glove-no love. But then again, it had just been him for what seemed like an eternity. She watches him as his hand covered her womb a faint light shined beneath his hand. No sooner he finishes he was settled before her legs claiming her as his own, thrusting hard and fast as she grunted and moaned as she met each thrust with the rise and fall of her hips.
He was being more dominate than usual as he magicked a rope around her wrists tying her to the bed frame. She loved it when he did things like this, he loved control and she let him have it in times like these. He flipped her the ropes twisting as she flopped on her stomach, moving her legs, she she was one her knees so he could enter her from behind as he slapped her ass.
She could only imagine what her neighbours must think of her at a time like this as she moans and swore with each thrust from him as he hit deep with in her over and over again. He reaches around her one hip circulating the swollen bundle of nerves, she felt herself lose all control as he gave the final thrusts spilling himself deep within her.
I know what you want
I know what you need
I know when I'm gone
You'll still think of me
You know what I want
You know what I need
I know when you're gone
You won't even think about me
Sarah pulled the blankets over them after being released from the bonds. She shivered as she curled against him trying to get rid the chill from the open window creeping through the small apartment into the bedroom
"What are we doing?" Sarah comes back down from her high, finally able to think straight.
"This obviously isn't working."
"Then come and live with me?" Jareth said after a moment, silently cursing himself for suggesting it.
Sarah sat up the blankets falling away. "We both know that's not possible," She shook her head. "I can't leave my family, I can't miss Toby's birthdays and other milestones, if go down there I'll never be able to return."
"Then we say goodbye." Jareth concluded at her rejection.
"I don't want to say goodbye?" Sarah whined at his answer.
"Then what else is there?" Jareth told her flatly. "Either we're together, or we go crazy apart It will only get worse, Sarah your barely lasting days without me. We've ignored this far too long we must come up with a solution."
"Do you love me?" Sarah asked quietly.
Jareth looked at her stunned, did he love her? Is this what it took to get her down in the underground with him. A declaration of love?"
"Yes, I love you," it wasn't a lie technically, he did feel for his champion of the labyrinth. But was it love he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure if he knew how to love, he adored her, he cared for her. But Love that was a large word to lead someone on with.
Sarah looked at him. "Can I at least say goodbye to them?"
"Of course," Jareth responded as he stroked her long dark hair. "I'll give you a month to put your affairs together."
Tell me what I want to hear
I don't care if you're lying baby
I just want to feel you touch me right now
So go ahead and call it love
Tomorrow you can deny it baby
Whisper my name, baby no shame
Is it so wrong?
Baby, lead me on
She waited for him, her things packed up. To her family, she goes backpacking around Europe something she always wished to do. But she wouldn't return from that trip she would disappear forever.
She didn't know what to expect, she called his name out once more looking at her watch to tell her the time. He was late, he was officially late. She watched the sunset through her window as tears fell down her face.
She must have fallen asleep, she could smell his scent in the air that woodsy, earthy smell. She wasn't in her apartment anymore. She was surrounded by silk and satin. Dark blues and greens draped the walls and pooled around her.
"Welcome Home Precious," the familiar drawl rang out through the room, but there was something about how it he said it made her shiver.
I know what you want
I know what you need
Baby, oh
Baby lead me on
I'll leave it up to you whether it was all a trick by Jareth or if he truly loves's her.
Let me know what you thought of this small story.
Tina.
