Just a Scene
By Wee-Me
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters; I'm just playing in the fandom. I am making no money from this and it's costing me sleep.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My first attempt at "Labyrinth" fiction. Please enjoy, and if you read please review.
"I dreamt of you last night," he said from within her mirror.
Steady Sarah, she soothed herself, just ignore him and maybe he'll go away.
He clucked his tongue as if at her thoughts. Burying her face into her text and pretending the mirror less than a foot from her face did not exist wasn't wowing him apparently. He upped the ante.
"As I said, I dreamt of you. I'm sure you're all aquiver," he whispered in her ear as he slipped behind her, "to know what it was about, aren't you? Well you've twisted my arm precious, I'd be delighted to tell you."
More still than his throne and red as an Underground sunset Sarah still gamely held her book. Not there, not there at all. Not rubbing my shoulders or purring in my ear. Not slipping his hand down… I have got get out of here. She pushed her chair back just as he appeared leaning against the edge of her desk.
"In my dream you were much happier to see me. You practically pasted yourself to me. Oh and we shared a wonderful kiss, a soul searing kiss. One of the best I've ever had, right up until you exploded."
Her expression turned incredulous before she could control herself or turn away. Damned traitorous eyebrow! Why did you have to look surprised? Now he knows you're faking. Still, exploded? Then he was behind her again and curling her hair around his finger.
"Hmm, yes, you popped like a bubble and I was left covered in glitter with no Sarah to be found. Imagine my disappointment."
She pushed her chair back towards her desk and he shifted once more (poofing from once place to the next, really couldn't the man be still?). He dropped his tightly clothed behind directly on her history book leaving her focused instead, with that same false intensity, on his crotch. Oh Lord, what to do now? Pretend to have a headache and cover the eyes. Now stop peeking through your fingers!
"So I came here to confirm your well-being and continued existence precious. I couldn't be certain the whole thing wasn't prophetic, in which case I'd be needing a sturdy urn to gather you up in. Why Sarah, you're all flushed! Are you feeling all right?"
Just back away Sarah, punching him will do no good and jumping him is out of the question. Ignore the hand touching your face. Eep! And the one on your collarbone. Just shrug him off, stand up, and walk out of here like the house is on fire. Go!
"I'd offer to kiss you and make it all better, but we wouldn't want to take any chances now would we?"
Yes we would. No, no, stupid tricky goblin bastard. Focus, ignore the hormones.
"As I was saying, I was quite disappointed. You see, I have such plans for us my Sarah that go far beyond a single kiss. And precious?" With gentle pressure he tilted her face upward to look into his eyes and pulled her toward him abruptly enough to make her stumble against him with a squeak. "I'm not going to go away."
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: So what do you think?