Hi guys! *waves*

I'm sorry it's been so long between updates - I have been craaaaazy busy and also suffered from slight writer's block. I promise I'm working on chapters based on your prompts, but in the meantime have this little drabble.

Prompt: peach


Sarah eats a peach exactly the same way every single time.

Careful, precise movements.

She always uses the same knife: a small silver one with a mother-of-pearl handle that was a present from Jareth himself and has rapidly become her favourite. She makes the first incision decisively and then will lift the fruit to her mouth, so that she can catch the drops of juice that run down her wrist.

Then she peels the skin off, no matter how long it takes. Piece by piece, using the flat of the silver blade, she removes it and lays it tidily on the side of her plate. Licking more juice from her fingers in the process.

Slow. Measured.

Even then she does not eat it straight away. The knife is used to cut tiny, delicate slices, and she eats them one at a time, examining them thoroughly in the process. At last all that is left is the pit, and this she lays in the very centre of the plate, before putting the knife beside it.

For Jareth, the entire process is maddening. When he eats a peach, he bites into it with abandon, greedily devouring the sweet flesh, and then reaches for another; he cannot understand how she can resist the temptation to eat it all at once. He watches her in half fascination, half frustration as she eats the tiny sliver and then cuts another one.

He knows that he is not allowed to protest, for after all her caution is his fault. It is because of his trickery, long ago, that she examines her peach with such care. And he knows better than to vent his exasperation to his Queen — though he has long since begun to wonder whether she knows of it, and whether this whole agonising procedure is more of a subtle mockery, designed to entice and tease him. If so, it is working. Every cell in his body tingles with suppressed desire and irritation simultaneously as she swallows the last bite and puts down the knife.

But there are rewards for patience. And when he sucks the last drops of sweet juice from her fingertips, and licks them from the white inside of her wrist, and tastes peaches on her parted lips, he has to admit that after all — it is worth it every time.


I will leave the follow-up to your wonderful imaginations.

We all have that one weird habit... When I eat strawberries I crush them with a spoon, then drink the juice, mixed with a spoonful of sugar. Yeah, I know, I'm insane. Try it though!

~Love and glitter