"Please," she begged.
"Please?" Jareth's eyebrows raised questioningly. Lovingly he traced her chin with his fingers, never once touching her.
"Don't do this," she pleaded.
"Why, Sarah, dear, I am merely doing as you asked," he replied mildly, almost running his hands through her hair, watching his hands slide past with fascination.
"I never," she gasped through tears.
"Oh, but you did," he assured her. His hand moved up along her arm to circle one wrist with its heavy bracelet. His hand was big enough to fit around, never meeting her skin. "You asked for all of this. Everything." His other hand skimmed across her stomach, his fingers just missing the fine hair there. He moved closer to her face, his lips never brushing her tear dampened cheek. He spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am just giving you want you want. Didn't I say I was generous?"
She sobbed, hiding those wide eyes from him. "Don't do this," her broken voice said. "Don't do this again."
He closed his eyes and breathed her in with a small smile. "Why, when it is what we both crave?" He opened his eyes and the smile widened. "Deny it all you want, it will happen just the same."
Sarah cried, her head dropping. Jareth bent his head under hers from where he crouched. "Nothing more to say?" The smile on his lips was that of a tiger about to go in for the kill. "Good." His tongue licked out at her cheek, roughly claiming the tears. Sarah screamed out her sobs, but did not try to stop him. She knew better by now.
Jareth licked his lips and stood back. Taking hold of the chains holding her up by her arms in one hand, he moved close and lifted one of her legs over his hip. Sarah's tears rolled silently down her face as Jareth breathed in her ear, "You and I are meant to be." His other hand left her shackles to lift the other leg, and he moved forward, slowly, deliberately. "There's no one in the world but us." His lips fluttered against hers. Gripping her legs, he pulled her onto him, sighing as she silently sobbed her final protest.
"Isn't that wonderful?"
Incredibly short insight, here. Before you ask, I haven't got a back story to this, there are not any plans for a sequel and even I am not entirely sure what is going on. It's just a sick little something my mind came up with a couple of years ago. Do three hundred and seventy six words count as a drabble?
You have OceanFae to thank for this. She read it and said I had to post it.
As always, let me know what you think.