And the second one. Check out the minimum amount of angst that I've contributed so far. It's coming, though, my history speaks for itself and I don't think I'll ever move away from it.
Second Midwinter.
This time she saw him before he had a chance to speak, altering her path around him as she moved from closet to bed where a suit case lay open. She did not miss the surprise on his face, then, when he saw her and she suspected that he had not intended stop and talk to her.
"I had assumed you would have already departed," he said.
"Disappointed?" She dodged around him again with a grin. "I've only got a few more things to pack and then Daddy will be driving me to the station."
"Your mother will not be collecting you?" He seemed almost alarmed at the idea that she would be travelling alone.
"No, Mom is going to meet me in New York," she gestured to the pile of books still waiting to be packed. "Don't worry, I'll be fine and I've got plenty of… put that down, Jareth!" She snatched the notebook he had picked up out of his hands.
"I see you have begun a tale of your own," he smirked at her. He had seen enough of her words to recognise a variation on their story and the little book that had started everything.
"I can't believe you saw that," she groaned, embarrassment clear in her voice. "I just thought I should get some practice in."
"I see," he nodded. "Certainly one can never have too much practice at anything," he leered.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Her cheeks were still flushed but although she was protesting ignorance she had a horrible feeling she knew what he was referring to.
"I think you understand more than you like people to think," he replied and she was not surprised that he had not bought her show of innocence. "I could teach you so much, Sarah," he whispered, moving close to her once more and she was reminded abruptly of the year before when they had both stood in this same position. This time, however, it was not a flimsy dress between them and Sarah was not grateful for the King's understanding or still upset by her mother's thoughtlessness. This time she was able to take a step back.
"Sarah!" Her father's voice floated into the room. "Are you ready?" His question broke the spell she was half under and she stepped around Jareth to shove the last few items into her bag.
"Nearly, Daddy," she called back, glancing at her chest of drawers and feeling the heat rise in her cheeks again as she remembered what else she had to pack. "I just have a couple more things to pack."
"You've got five minutes or you'll miss your train," came the reply and she turned pleading eyes on the Goblin King.
"Please, Jareth," she breathed, startled to find him so close behind her once again, "I have to go."
"I am aware, Precious," he told her and just as he had the previous year he drew her in for a kiss. This one was not an innocent brush of lips as the last one had been, but nor was it the kind of deep and sensual kiss her friends liked to talk about one day receiving. It was a soft hint of things to come and she stumbled when he disappeared from in front of her.
Her eyes opened slowly, though she could not remember closing them, and she grabbed most of the contents of her underwear drawer when she heard her father once again call her name. At least, she mused as she slammed the case shut, Jareth had left before he had seen the contents.