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A/N: So I'm sorry to say that so far, I'm not seeing a good place for Ludo and Sir Didymus to come it. Sorry but I might have to just not put them in period. At least I made space for Hoggle in the beginning? Well, here's chapter nine! And btw...I might have to switch the rating of this story to M for Mature...yeah. And another 'btw': I suck at touchy moments. So fair warning. Long chapter! Woots! -dances-
Nine – Dancing Trance
Sarah looked at her reflection in the mirror of her vanity in her room. She sat there as Jiana and Hana worked on the laces of her corset. This was the first time she was wearing a real one. Jareth had ordered the city seamstress to Sarah, telling Sarah that she could ask for anything she wanted. So Sarah, feeling selfish, asked for two new dresses, a ball gown, a corset, and new undergarments.
"Is that too tight?" asked Jiana.
Sarah felt the corset, which literally looked like it fit her like a glove, hug around her waist, chest, and lungs tightly. But not too tightly. The peaks of her crushed breasts showed perfect enough for her ball gown. "No, it isn't," replied Sarah as she turned her head to glance at the ball gown that sat on her bed. A perfect mixture of ruffled gold and silver fabric. The sleeves were to gently hang off her shoulders and the top of her dress was to hit just a millimeter above her corset. The top was to slender down her waist to stop at the hips, angling off into a V-shape to hang over the puffy folded fabric of the skirt. She was all too proud of her design.
She got up and slipped on the gown with the help of Jiana and Hana. Once it was on and quickly laced, Sarah sat back down to let Jiana finish the curls of her hair into a half-up elegant bun. Silver chandelier earring hung from the lobes of her ears as a matching necklace gently and elegantly hung around her neck.
She soon got up and slipped her stocking-ed feet into a pair of simple silver slippers. She slipped her hands into gold gloves and stopped just in front of her floor-length mirror, staring down at herself. For the first time in her life, she felt truly beautiful. But she was far off unsure if she would look that way to others. She grabbed the mask that matched her dress off of the doorknob of her left french door and tied it on as she walked down the stairs that laid in the middle of the main hall of the first floor. She took her time, not wanting to trip over her dress.
She stopped at the base of the steps and tried her best to control her breathing. She was so nervous. She wanted to try her best and impress Jareth. But the small part of her that was nervous was for the fact that she didn't know a single person...er, Goblin...from this kingdom. And besides, she was Human, a foreigner to them. If she was going to be accepted or not was the question.
She stopped before the double doors that lead to the ballroom. She motioned for the doormen to wait a moment. She checked to make sure her mask was on perfect and she put her hands to her waist, feeling suddenly nauseous. She shook her head and motioned for the doormen to open the doors finally. When they did, she stepped inside, hearing the doors close behind her.
She breathed slow and heavily as she surveyed the scene. Three large glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling, lighting up the large room perfectly. A band playing unusual-looking instruments sat in the middle of the far back wall. Around the band, danced over forty couples who danced in unison. Tables were cloaked in beautiful white cloth and surrounded by four similar chairs each lined the walls. Everyone wore masks...and had the bodies of a mere human. This surprised her most. She slowly walked to the nearest empty table, unable to hear anything but her heels clicking against the marble floor. She was so nervous, she was blocking out the sound of the others laughing, dancing, playing the unusual-looking instruments, and whisper about her.
She sat down at a chair and buried her face in her hands for a moment. She was trying her hardest to grab a hold of herself. When she finally got a hold of herself, she looked up and looked around the room. Where was Jareth? It was so hard to tell from all the masked faces.
But then she saw him.
She saw him all too perfectly. She knew the feel of his gaze all too well. She also knew those pair of mismatched eyes like the back of her hand. Not to mention his hair, in which was streaked with tiny navy blue strands here and there. He had on a dark blue sequenced top coat that showed a cream-colored blouse underneath that was hugged with a black waist coat. His royal goblin chain hung around his neck as usual, serving as his crown. His legs were wrapped in black breeches, and then brand-new-looking boots that instantly reminded Sarah of pirate boots showed perfectly on his feet as if they were meant for him and him alone. Jareth looked back at Sarah through his black mask with a large nose sticking out dramatically. Sarah never understood those type of masks.
Sarah got up, feeling the need to walk over to him. But it was hard with the fact that the room was crowded with so many people. She tried her best to push through the crowd, unable to take her eyes off of Jareth's. He was up against the wall, surrounded by important-looking people. Alas, she finally walked up to him.
Jareth smiled gently. "Let me introduce to you my guest Sarah Williams," said Jareth to his surrounding guest.
'Guest'? What ever happened to 'prisoner'? Sarah asked to herself in her mind, smiling to the curious looks over the surrounding peers. She gave them all a loud enough, but shy, 'hello'.
"Sarah, this is the Underground's Duke, Cassian...and this is his wife Jacinda. This is the the Underground's mayor Caspian. And this is his daughter Lucinda." With each bow and formal gesture, Sarah politely curtsied to them as Jiana and Hana had taught her and told her to do.
Looking closely, Sarah saw that these important ones were not fully human. Goblin eyebrows arched above their eyes and their skin was tainted of different and unusual neutral colors. In a way, a worse-off form of Jareth. But Sarah saw too much of a Human in amongst Jareth.
"Oh, my king, she is most beauteous," remarked Lady Jacinda in an impressed way.
Sarah relaxed a bit at that remark. Jareth moved over and placed his hand on the small of Sarah back, causing Sarah's heart to stir in anticipation to the evening and what it could bring. "Yes, she is beautiful," said Jareth.
Sarah's cheeks began to burn scarlet.
"Shall we dance Sarah? I've been looking forward to this all evening," said Jareth as he turned his head to look at Sarah.
Sarah looked away from the crowd and locked her eyes on Jareth. "Uh..." was all she could muster out of her mouth.
Jareth's black-gloved hand took Sarah's lightly and gently lead her to the middle of the dance floor where they were surrounded equally by unison-dancing couples. "Relax, Sarah," said Jareth in a very easy, smooth, and gentle voice. He kept holding the hand that was still entrapped in his as he put his free hand to her other arm, pulling it to his other shoulder as he soon put that hand to her waist, pulling her closer than she had ever been to him. Sarah's hair began to increase, beating once more as she found herself unable to look away from Jareth's gentle eyes.
How could eyes that were once so cold turn into something so kind and gentle?
Before Sarah knew it, they were part of the dance. They were dancing in unison to the other dancing couples as Sarah smiled excitedly. "Oh my gosh...I'm actually dancing!" said Sarah in a relieved manor.
Jareth smiled back. "Goblin Music. Helpful to those who can't dance," he said.
They danced to the whole entire song and before Sarah knew it, they began to dance to a new song. The tempo completely slowed down, causing Jareth to bring Sarah closer, her corseted body crushed against his. By nature, she let go of his hand and gently wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his chest.
This had completely shocked Jareth. His eyebrows raised, suddenly impressed with how this evening was going. He wrapped his arms around Sarah's waist in a comfortable way as he pressed his cheek against the side of Sarah's head. Sarah closed her eyes and enjoyed this moment. She shocked herself mostly with that fact that Jareth was perfectly fine with the fact that Sarah changed how they were holding each other for the dance. Jareth closed his eyes and took in the beautiful scent of Sarah. Her hair smelled of Lavender and warm Vanilla. Jareth, on the other hand, smelled of man, spice, and mixed fruit to Sarah. She loved it all too much.
But her mind soon wondered off to the fact that she could never love him. She could never have him like he has her. He was a Gobling King and her, a Human Prisoner. Things never worked out well that way. I'm a fool. What am I doing?
Sarah opened her eyes and instantly pulled away from Jareth. Jareth was too shocked to keep his hold on Sarah as he felt her pull away. He stood there, frozen as he watched Sarah hurry from the scene. Sarah hurried through the crowd as she picked up the skirts of her gown and ran out of the ball room, down the main hall, and to the door that led out to the courtyard. She stepped out into the Winter midnight air and slammed the doors behind her as she put her face in her hand. When am I going to wake up from this dream? There is no such thing as Jareth, the Goblin King. There is no such thing as Hoggle...there is no such thing as the Labyrinth. I must be in a deep sleep or something. She ripped off her mask and threw it to the ground. It landed lightly off to the side, landing perfectly face-up.
Sarah waited for the bitter coldness that wrapped around her like a suffocating blanket to wake her up. But all she got out of it was hot tears falling down her cheek her her bones shivering from the cold. She shook her head and rubbed the cold satin gloved hand against her cheek, wiping away the tears and some of her blush. She didn't care if her mascara would be running down with her tears. All she cared about was how she was feeling about this whole moment. Why'd you have to go and ruin the moment, Sarah! Sarah screamed in her mind.
She watched her breath before her, heavy and thick, as she looked up at the two crescent moons in the cloudy sky, soon setting free slow and tiny snow drops. She began to step forward. Her knees were buckling for the fact she was holding back her threatening tears like never before, causing her to fall to her knees into the snow-covered pathway. She put her face in her hands once more as her shivering body shook with the falling tears.
She soon jumped at the feel of a warm hand on her bare shoulder. She looked up quickly, fearing what she was now seeing. Jareth's unmasked face was fully covered with concern as he looked down upon Sarah, who immediately looked away. "Don't look at me," she said, trying her hardest to hold mach the sob that stuck in her throat, the back of her hand going to her chin where tears were beginning to gather.
"Sarah? What is the matter?" asked Jareth in concerned voice as he knelt down to his knees, nothing but his boots touching the snow-covered ground.
Sarah just shook her head, unable to say what she wanted to. Her body shivered horribly as Jareth took a hold of Sarah's elbows, forcing her up on her feet so that she could be level with him, facing him. He cupped Sarah's face with his hands as he forced her to look up at him. "What is it?" he asked.
Sarah kept her eyes squinting shut, praying for her tears to just stop. But they wouldn't. She opened her eyes and shook her head once more. But finally, words came out, "Jareth...I'm falling for you," was all she could say between her sobbing, chocking on tears, and shivering from the Winter night.
Jareth's heart leaped within his chest. "Oh, you precious thing," was all he could say as he let go of Sarah so he could take off his coat and place it on Sarah's shivering shoulders. He soon wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He looked down at her, their faces perfectly leveled and lips inches apart.
Hearing Jareth call Sarah that confused Sarah. Did that mean he was happy to hear that? Or did that mean that he was sorry to hear such a thing. Sarah was unsure to the fact that all she could do was cry. She nuzzled her face into Jareth's neck and just let out the tears.
Jareth didn't mind holding the shaking and weeping body of his love. He had been wrong from this past month. She felt the same way for him. So as a way to respond to what Sarah had said, Jareth moved back slightly so that he could cup Sarah's face once more when she had finally stopped crying. He crushed his lips against Sarah's. Sarah immediately kissed back, their lips moving against each others like a simple and yet passionate dance. Sarah placed her hands on Jareth's chest as she gripped onto his blouse, pulling him closer. Their kiss lasted for about more than a minute, before Sarah felt something.
A gaze.
A familiar gaze.
Sarah opened her eyes and looked beyond Jareth near the door that led back into the castle. That old elven man from the Labryrinth stood there, red eyes glowing in the moonlight as an evil smile plastered against his mouth.
A/N: OMG they finally kissed! O.O
