Authors note: Yes, I'm still working on Flightless Bird, guys. Fear not. This is a small sketch I came up with while laying in bed this morning that I thought would be good.
Hope you enjoy! R&R accepted!
Disclaimer: Henson owns.
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She threw her coat and heavy leather purse that Karen had gotten her for Christmas last year down sloppily on some chair in her living room and plopped down on her sofa.
She scoweled just like that for a few moments, letting her cheeks warm up some before she moved at all. She tried to calm down. Cyndi had taken over her shift and she had to walk all the way home.
Stupid preppy, gum smacking, blonde, college sorority girl coworkers! She thought inwardly.
Sarah new that when she moved from her childhood home to New York, that it would be stressful, cold, and hectic all the time. She had a feeling that she'd always have baggy eyes from the city that never sleeps. She knew all of this, and why did she move here?
"Because it's PRETTY and FULL of opportunities." Sarah reminded herself, getting up and walking to the kitchen in her "Goblin King" boots, not wanting her feet to leave the warmth and comfort. She opened the cabinet and pulled out hot chocolate mix, deciding that this was a Phantom, cuddle up on the couch to the man who just wasn't there yet with cocoa and snow gently falling outside kind of night.
She came back, putting the dvd of Gerard Butler in the DVD player. Setting the hot cocoa down for a split second, she plopped down on her couch again and leaned back into what she felt was a broad chest and a pair of strong arms.
"Oh, were you going to sit here?" She heard the words roll of of the Goblin King's tongue into her ear. "That's way too bad."
She giggled and snuggled closer to him. "Thank you."
"What ever for? Giving your every wish? FINALLY reaching your expectations?" he questioned.
"Don't be like that. You KNOW I enjoy your company." She reached towards her coffee table to grab the remote to the dvd player and her warm mug, taking a sip in between previews.
"Are you going to take your "Goblin King" boots off?" he questioned,
She sat up gawking slowly at the creature. "How did you know that's what I call them?"
"Because they look exactly like mine," he gestuerd slowly to the boots at the door. "And because you talk to yourself while alone in the apartment. By the way, notice how I put the boots at the door like you asked me to do? I remembered this time. I should get an award."
"Hm..." she pondered mischeviously in her mind. "So you did. Alright. Play the movie and I'll be back!" She got up from her warm spot on the bed, to which Jareth whined a little at. He couldn't complain for long, though. She was back in an instant with his own cup of hot chocolate.
"Thank you, deare-" He was cut off by a small pair of lips on hers for a few too-quick seconds.
"There. Happy?"
Jareth looked at her like she'd grown two heads and a tail. "Precious, don't you know that's not at ALL how you kiss me? Here... let me show you." He pulled her in for another gentle kiss, making Sarah's insides purr and her outsides shiver in delight. It ended too quickly for her.
"That is how you kiss me. Now sit down and drink hot cocoa with me."
"What have I got to loose? Your wish is, after all, my command."
"I thought I didn't have power over you?" He looked at her as if she'd grown a third head.
"Oh, you can't possibly believe after all of this," she gestured to her boots, his boots at the door, and both of them cuddling on her couch. "You don't have power over me. Of course you do, dimwit!"
"Well, I may just have to get used to it, love."
fin.