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WARNING: This chapter contains graphic adult situations and is not suitable for children under the age of 17. Viewer discretion is advised.
Chapter Eleven
I Put a Spell on You
She was so cold. Confused, she blindly reached for the blankets. When her fingers came up empty, she wrapped her arm around herself with a shiver. She hadn't been this cold since she'd been in the hospital. Slowly she opened her eyes, and instantly she froze with horror. Quickly Sarah sat up and looked around the barren room. Ice crept into her limbs as she stared blankly at the padded white walls. Only the thin material of her pajamas protected her from the cool floor she sat on. Her mind was foggy, and when she tried to move, her limbs felt heavy. Sluggish. It felt like her brain was spinning as she tried to catch up with what her eyes were seeing. Was she really back in the hospital? Had her days in the underground been a dream? Frustrated, angry tears pooled in her eyes and she quickly wiped them away as she began to slowly stand up. Glancing down, she took stock of her appearance. She was wearing a dingy white t-shirt and blue scrub pants, both of which hung loosely off her skeletal frame.
"What the…" She whispered.
She looked back up and looked around the empty room with its soft lighting. It was devoid of furniture, of warmth. Panicked, she ran to the door, slamming her fists against the cold metal. "Let me out!" She screamed.
No one answered. A soft sob escaped her, her breathing coming in sharp gasps as her situation began to sink in. Putting her back to the door she leaned heavily against it as another scream got caught in her throat. She swallowed it down, trying to gather her wits. Desperately she tried to recall what she'd been doing before she woke up.
When she came up blank, she felt another wave of panic threaten to overwhelm her. Why couldn't she remember anything? What was the last thing to happen before she woke up to here? Her fingers raked manically through her hair as she tried vigorously to remember.
Like a thunderbolt it hit her. Jareth.
Yes! She had wished herself to Jareth. He'd come for her when she'd called and she had been in the Underground. How long had she been there? Weeks? Months? She didn't know. The days had begun blurring together while she'd been there. But she HAD been there. It was real. She held onto that thought like a lifeline. So why was she back here? What the hell happened? The last she knew, she'd been in his bed. She'd been too scared to sleep on her own, so she had been going to his bed each night. He'd accepted her and would allow her to curl against his naked body, enveloping her in security and warmth. Oh how she wished she was there right now.
The rattling of keys drew her attention, and she quickly moved from the door. She watched as the door opened and a familiar face appeared. It was the large nurse, a man whose name she couldn't quite remember.
Behind him, her other doctor appeared. Rubin Moore. His dark, shiny scalp reflected the soft lights in the room, his eyes concerned. He offered her a slight smile, as though to apologize for the misery of her current state.
"Are you feeling a little better Sarah?"
She stared at him, staring at him like a terrified rabbit. "W—what? What happened?"
The doctor moved to the front, "You had a psychotic breakdown. You were trying to wish yourself away to this… Goblin King."
Sarah's eyes widened as her last appointment with Doctor Moore played in her mind. She'd told a different story than usual, the true story, at the end wishing herself away to Jareth. But he'd came for her this time. Jareth had come for her when she'd said the right words. She blinked and shook her head, her resounding laughter born from maniacal panic and denial. "This is a dream. This isn't real." She turned her back to the men and walked further back in the room, crossing her arms defiantly.
Doctor Moore stepped in the room and whispered something to the male nurse. With a nod, the nurse crossed his arms and blocked the doorway, in case Sarah decided to try to run. "Sarah, this is not a dream. You were screaming and crying. Don't you remember Brad coming in and getting you? You were sedated and put in here to calm down."
Sarah turned and looked back at the doctor, giving him a defiant shake of her head. "That just can't be. Jareth came and got me. I…I left! I went to underground and have been with Jareth for weeks!"
Doctor Moore held up his hands and slowly shook his head, "Sarah you've been in this room for maybe four hours. What happened, happened this morning…"
Sarah felt a lump in her throat and tears well up in her eyes. She laughed manically again, her dark hair flying as she vehemently shook her head. "No. No no no no NO."
"Maybe I should give you a little more time to yourself." Doctor Moore said, backing away towards the door.
Sarah quickly looked back at him and shook her head. "No! This can't be real! I'm supposed to be the queen! Jareth is real!"
"I'll just let you calm down and will have someone come and get you in a while." Doctor Moore said soothingly, before he turned and left, the door shutting with a resounding, dull thud behind him.
Sarah screamed and shook her head, tearing at her hair. "NO!"
Again there was no response as tears began streaming freely down her face. She screamed and railed against the walls until her lungs ached. She paced around the room like a caged animal, glancing at the padded door as the tumult of emotions assailed her. This all had to be a dream. She would wake up any minute now.
"Jareth!" She screamed out.
There was no response. Defeated, she collapsed to the floor once more, sobbing and trembling. She looked down at her arms, noting how strangely slim and pale they appeared. In the underground, she'd begun to regain her health, her arms taking on a warm glow and strength. Now, they were skinny and bony. She lifted her shirt and looked at her sunken stomach, which once had been filled out and soft. Continuing her self-examination, she was dismayed to feel her hips; the bones jutting out against her palms. She let out another sob, lowering her shirt back down. Needing a distraction she stood and paced the room.
The door opened and the big nurse, Brad, entered the room. Sarah watched him suspiciously as he wordlessly closed the door behind him. A fresh surge of ice ran down her spine as she watched and pulled out a syringe, flicking the needle with expert familiarity. A drop of clear liquid flew from the tip. She could only assume that it was some sort of medication; likely a sedative. She backed away and shook her head in refusal. Her voice quavered. "No."
"You need to calm down. This will help." He said, an unspoken warning in his tone.
"I'm calm."
"No you're not. The doctor wanted you to have this. It'll just help soothe you." He said, closing the distance between them.
Sarah shook her head and her back hit the padded wall. "NO, I'm fine!"
He grabbed her, and somehow, despite her desperate struggles, managed to cage her within his body and the wall. The needle slid into her arm.
"I don't want to be medicated!" She screamed.
He pulled away when the syringe emptied. Sarah slumped to the ground. "Just relax." He said, leaving her in solitude once more.
Unable to move her limbs against the sudden heaviness that had crept into them, she watched the room spin around her helplessly. Drool dribbled out of her mouth, and unable to wipe it away, Sarah slipped into blissful oblivion.
When Sarah woke up next, there was a pool of what she assumed to be her own vomit next to her. Slowly she sat up and looked around in dismay. She was still in the padded room. The sound of the door opening got her attention, and she blinked at the bright light that came from the hallway as it spilled into the room.
"Feeling any better?" The voice was muffled and distorted.
Sarah smacked her lips, unable to produce a sound as she tried to rid herself of taste of bile. She couldn't seem to keep her eyes open either. Her lids felt to heavy to even open. When she tried to move her neck, her head lolled like a rag doll.
"Let's get you something to eat." The voice returned, and she thought it sounded female.
Sarah's head lolled in refusal, but words continued to be too difficult to form. She felt the woman's firm grip grab her arm, pulling Sarah to her wobbly feet. The nurse bore the majority of Sarah's weight, supporting her as she walked her out of the room and sat her down at a table.
The nameless nurse patted Sarah kindly on the arm. "I'll get your dinner."
Using all of her strength, Sarah lifted her heavy arm and rubbed away some residual vomit from her cheek and chin. Now, she was in the open area where people ate. To her left, there was the nurse's station. The big oval desk was there and there were some nurses bunched around doing paper work. Their pens scratched rapidly across the paper, the sound unnaturally loud.
"Here you go, honey." The same nurse came back with a tray of food and sat it down in front of Sarah.
Sarah looked at the tray of food listlessly. Her stomach churned with a familiar nausea at the sight. Shaking her head, she tried to talk but it all came out as meaningless grumbles and wordless groans.
"Eat, honey. You need something on your stomach." the woman encouraged, once again patting her arm.
Sarah lifted her hand slowly and pushed the nurse away. She took in a deep breath and felt the lump in her throat rising, angry tears threatening to spill over. Where was Jareth? She belonged in the Underground, not in this hellhole! A surge of strength rushed through her, fueled by her anger. Her own screams pierced her ears, and in a fit she flipped the table, food flying as she stood up.
"Jareth!" She screamed.
"Sarah."
She looked around, knowing she'd heard him saying her name. His voice was unmistakable. She shouted his name again, the room around her wavering.
"Sarah, come to me love."
"Where are you?!" She yelled again, fear creeping into her voice as nurses started to charge at her.
She backed away and as they touched her, everything went black.
Sarah opened her eyes and screamed. Her body was shaking, although not by her own doing. When her screams subsided, she realized that she was back in Jareth's room, in his bed. They were both sitting up and he had her by the shoulders, gently shaking her.
"Sarah!" Jareth's tone pierced the fog in her mind.
She blinked and looked at his face. Concern creased his brow, his mismatched eyes full of warmth and worry. The sight of his perfect, chiseled face made her heart shatter. Tears erupted from her eyes as she launched herself into the safety of his arms. "Jareth!" She cried out in relief, inhaling his scent as she clung to him like a lifeline.
"Hush now." He soothed her. "It was just a nightmare." His strong hand stroked her dark hair gently as she shuddered, sobs of relief wracking her body.
Her grip on him tightened. She didn't care at that moment that he was naked or that she looked like a blubbering mess. Fear and confusion clamored for control of her mind as her mind raced. What if this really was a dream, after all? What if she really was back in that hospital? Another icy tendril of fear and panic lanced her heart as she fought to breathe, her lungs seizing painfully in her chest. It took several minutes for her erratic heart to slow and her thinking to clear enough for her to form words. "It was so real! It felt so real."
Jareth shook his head, continuing his soothing movements. "Sarah, you were traumatized by what they did to you. You may still have these nightmares and visions from time to time. I promise you, it was nothing but a nightmare. I'm so sorry, Sarah. I did not cast the spell to ensure you had a dreamless slumber." He squeezed her closer, pressing his nose to her hair as he held her close to his bare chest.
She took in deep breaths and sniffled, rubbing her nose before she put a few inches of space between them. Searching his face with her eyes full of questions and uncertainty, she asked him, "What do you mean?"
Called out, Jareth guiltily averted his eyes. "Every night I've been putting you in a dreamless sleep. You were so scared; I thought it was the best thing to do. I didn't want… this to happen." He said, sounding frustrated with himself. "I am sorry that I did so without your permission. I am not sorry that you have slept peacefully since you came here."
Confused, Sarah shook her head. "But you didn't give me a peach or anything. I don't understand." She said, her voice croaking.
"It's the song I have been singing to you every night. A simple bit of Fae magic. We have the ability to lull someone into a dreamless sleep or into a… dream like state with our songs. I chose that you didn't dream at all. I would continue to do so as well, until I was assured you wouldn't dream of that place." He explained softly.
Sarah stared at him in shock. She had asked him to not tamper with her dreams, and yet, knowing now why he had, she found it impossible to be angry or feel betrayed. "O-oh."
He nodded and rubbed her arms. "Do you forgive me?"
She looked down at where his hands touched her limbs, relieved to see that they were once again filled with strength and vitality. They were healthy. Quickly she did another examination of herself, lifting up her night shirt to examine her stomach and hips. Her belly was gently rounded, hips covered in warm flesh. No bones jutting out, no ribs visible. She was healthy. Releasing a sigh of relief, she glanced again at Jareth as she dropped her shirt back down.
He returned her gaze, confusion in his eyes. Biting her lip, she began to explain as she pushed some hair behind her ear. "I was really skinny in my dream. Like how I was when you found me." She glanced away, rubbing her biceps as though she was cold. "I was just checking to see...you know..."
Jareth nodded his understanding before he pulled her in close to him in a tight embrace. "You're fine now. You're here with me."
She held onto him tightly, savoring his warmth and strength. The last of her fear melted away as she touched him, running her hands down his naked back. She nuzzled her face in his neck and inhaled deeply. He smelled like magic and incense. Musky and spicy. Her heart beat slowly, but heavily inside her as she held him, warmth and adoration filling her chest until she could burst. How could this be a dream?
Voicing her fear out loud, she murmured into his warm skin. "How do I know for sure? This could be….this could be a dream. I don't know what's real." She whispered.
He rubbed her back reassuringly, in his own mind remembering the way her spine had been a hard ridge against his hands when she first arrived. Now there was nothing but smooth, supple flesh. Tenderly he brought his lips to her ear, quietly and firmly stating, "It's not a dream, Sarah." To emphasize his point, he kissed her lobe, his lips caressing the sensitive skin teasingly.
She shivered as electricity jolted through her body, a lightening bolt firing straight to her groin. Yet, she couldn't shake the worry that this could be a dream. He'd teased and tormented her before in her sleep. She closed her eyes and took in another deep breath, warring with the sensations he was rousing within her as she pulled away. "Show me that this is real." She whispered.
He raised his eyebrows, playing innocent. "What would you have me do?"
Nibbling her lip, she spoke slowly. "Before...you said...you wouldn't take me in a dream. If this is real, then... I want... I want you to..." She trailed off, a pretty blush staining her cheeks, then she straightened, looking him firmly in the eyes. "I want you to prove it."
Jareth considered her. He'd wanted to wait for their wedding, though at this point his reasons for doing so were weak. His delay had more to do with respect for her human customs than actual need. For weeks now she had been healthy, her mind and body both knitting themselves together, though he knew she would still bear some scars from her ordeal. It had been torture for him to lie next to her each evening, forcing himself to be content with her mere presence when her supple, vibrant form pressed against him. But now, with her vulnerable green eyes pleading with him, her warm body soft and lush against his hands, the last tenuous thread of restraint he'd been maintaining snapped. Who was he to deny her this request? He was, after all, her slave.
Wordlessly he kissed her ear again, lips burning a leisurely trail along her jaw until he met her lips. Soft yet firm, he silently commanded entrance. She responded, her lips parting willingly for his invasion. They explored and tasted, battled and conquered. She was devoured, surrendering to the onslaught of her King. Sarah trembled against him, wanting more of the heat that slowly consumed her. Her hands slid to his chest, gently pushing. Her Goblin King, always giving her everything she wanted, slowly leaned back until he was lying down, willingly giving her dominance as she straddled his hips.
A thrill went through her as she looked down at him. He was glorious. Smooth and pale, Jareth gleamed in the dim light as he watched her with hooded eyes. Her fingers trailed down his chest, caressing his nipples, delighting when he sucked in a sharp breath. She wanted more. Their lips collided hungrily, Jareth's fingers gripping her hips as her center, slick and hot, brushed over his own throbbing member.
His fingers sunk into her yielding body, her lush curves enabling him to hold her firm as he fought back a moan. His body roared to life as her supple, full form pressed against him. The feel of her firm nipples teased his chest through the fabric of her shirt, and he decided he wanted the garment gone. He wanted to touch her, to see her, entirely. Slowly he pushed her night shirt up, parting from the kiss long enough to tug the plain thing over her head, discarding it on the floor. Her green eyes sparkled in the dim light, a moment of insecurity flashing in their depths as the shirt crumpled beside the bed. He paid her no heed, as his mouth watered upon seeing her full breasts. Heavy and full, they beckoned to be played with and suckled on. His hands traveled up her waist, relishing the feel of her as he moved his hands back down to her hips, studying the dark curls between her thighs that hid his ultimate prize.
She squirmed, self-conscious with his lengthy perusal. Crossing her arms across her chest, she watched him until his mismatched eyes finally met hers.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered.
Sarah flushed at his praise, her insecurities fading as his fingers hungrily dug into her hips, her soft flesh giving way easily beneath his firm grip as he guided her slick center against his firm shaft. The sweet, wet friction elicited a throaty moan from her, all thoughts vanishing as she felt his need tormenting her most sensitive parts.
Slowly she moved her arms down from her chest, reaching to caress his nipples once more.
She was rewarded for her bold actions when he let out a moan and bucked his hips, his shaft grinding insistently against her. Her own whine of pleasure matched his as delicious heat flared between them. Delighted with the power she had over him, she continued her ministrations. He was hers. And she would have all of him. Pushing her hair out of her way, she leaned down, flicking his nipple experimentally with her tongue. He hissed, the sensitive nub hardening against her lips. Emboldened, she kissed her way to the other side, giving the other the same treatment. Smiling, she leaned back to gage his reaction.
His eyes were hooded with desire and his breathing was quick shallow breaths. He reached up to cup her breasts, gently squeezing and pinching her nipples. "This is no dream, Sarah." He said huskily, pulling her down to capture her lips. He kissed her softly then continued to speak. "This is far better than any dream." He whispered against her lips.
His words sent a fresh wave of molten heat coursing through her, every nerve coming alive under his touch. Her hands planted into the pillow on either side of his head as he kissed her thoroughly, leaving no inch of her unexplored. Her hips ground against his, feeling his erection press against her, as hungry and demanding as his lips.
He breathed her name, moaning against her mouth. "Sarah."
Arching her back, she insistently pressed against his shaft, her clitoris swelling with need as desire consumed her. Jareth's firm grip on her bottom stilled her movements. She stared into his mismatched eyes from his silent command.
Following his silent instructions, his hands told her what to do. Raising herself off him, one of his hands slid between their bodies to grip his throbbing member. His other hand gently positioned her, until she felt his hardness pressing against her opening. She shivered.
"Lower yourself." He whispered huskily.
She obeyed. Slowly she impaled herself on him, grimacing at the alien feeling of being filled. Her body stretched to accommodate his girth, unused to this new sensation. She was acutely aware of every inch of him, going slowly as he slipped deeper into her body. Sarah released a breath as she finally met his hips, with Jareth fully settled inside of her, filling her once-virgin canal. There was pain; though Sarah could sense that the discomfort would fade. It was as though she was on the precipice of something, and she knew Jareth would guide her there. Her body still hummed with heat of their foreplay, his hands gripping her hips, his face lined with strain as he fought his instincts.
It was through gritted teeth that he gave her instructions. "Now, I want you to take control. Find a rhythm." He whispered, sounding breathless.
Her first movement had him hitting the wall of her cervix, a jolt of pain shooting through her from it. She leaned her head against his forehead and squeezed tightly on the pillow. "It hurts." She whispered.
"Take your time and get used to the feeling. The pain will pass." He said gently and squeezed her hips, allowing her to rest against him as she continued to become accustomed to him.
She nodded slowly, not moving for several moments. The pain receded, and still pressed flush against him, she experimentally moved her hips. At this angle, the pain was soothed by the motion, receding gradually as she slowly slid him back into her. She listened to him moan softly, his breathing coming a little harder with her actions.
The sound of his pleasure sent a thrill through her, a sense of power surging through her. Their lips met, and she moved her hips a little faster. This time, when she lowered herself onto him, a surge of pure pleasure rushed through her, and she moaned throatily. His hands came to her breasts as she found her rhythm, sending electricity from the sensitive nubs to where their bodies were joined. Her back arched in ecstasy, throwing her head back as she leaned back to give him greater access. She was glorious, her dark hair spilling down her back as she squirmed in pleasure above him, eyes shut against the new sensations assaulting her.
She let out a gasp, her eyes flying open as his hand went between them and rubbed her clit.
If Jareth stopped, she was sure she would die. Each stroke of his talented fingers, combined with the steady rhythm she created, had pressure building within her. Every inch of her was on fire, her body shuddering and trembling in surrender to Jareth as she greedily took everything he gave, his name a prayer on her lips as he continued his ministrations. His own groans of pleasure joined hers as he ceaselessly tormented her nub, watching her through hooded eyes as she arched and pushed her breasts further out. Those full breasts bounced with her movements, and he sat up to capture one nipple in his mouth. He suckled, listening as Sarah's unrestrained cries echoed in the chamber. She never stopped the movement of her hips though, continuing to ride him even as he proceeded to give the other breast the same treatment, one hand still toying with her between their joined bodies as she writhed against him.
He felt her walls begin to tighten. Releasing his newest treat, he brought their lips together in a bruising kiss. She moaned against his mouth, their tongues warring for dominance. His hands found her hips and he began meeting her movements with his own. New shockwaves rocketed through Sarah as she arched, his thrusts fast and hard.
Her fingers dug into the pillow under his head as she gasped, a scream of pleasure ripping from her throat as she felt a tight coil ready to snap deep within her. She was close to release.
"Jareth, please!" She begged.
He obeyed. His thrusts became harder, inhumanly fast as he gave her everything he had, and her world shattered, screaming his name as her orgasm slammed through her. Her walls quivered, clamping down around him, the tightening sensation ripping his own orgasm from him with a guttural groan from his throat as he felt her come apart around him. He could feel her body pulsing, milking him as she twitched and struggled to breathe.
She whimpered, her walls continuing to convulse uncontrollably as her orgasm slowly began to recede. He smiled, satisfied with himself as she sprawled bonelessly on top of him. Idly he trailed a finger up and down her back, enjoying the shiver he elicited from her overly-sensitive flesh.
She propped herself back up to look at him, smiling as she pecked his lips.
He smiled back at her and gently squeezed her bottom. "Do you believe me now, love?"
Her smile slipped, her eyes glancing away from him. Despite what they'd done, that niggling uncertainty continued to worry the back of her mind. Seeing the uneasy nibbling of her lip, Jareth removed his hands from her derrière and cupped her cheeks.
"What can I do to show you?"
Sarah looked back down at him and shook her head slightly, her shoulders slumping. "I'm not sure." She whispered.
He sighed and ran his hands down to her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "What if I take you to aboveground? What if I show you, once and for all, that you aren't there?"
Her eyes widened. "You can do that?"
He smirked, her underestimation of his abilities a mark of how comfortable she had become with him. Jareth nodded. "I'm capable of many things."
She slowly leaned up a little more, raising herself off of him. "I thought you were forced back here? That you couldn't go up there?"
He shook his head, "I'm sure my abilities have returned." Or at least, he hoped so, for her sake.
She moved off of him slowly, groaning as he slowly slipped out of her. Crossing her legs as she sat next to him, she studied his sharp features. His hair was the same as always, not a strand out of place from its usual wild disarray. Touching her own locks, she attempted to smooth the wild flyaway pieces she felt. "Can we go now?"
He looked over at her and smiled, "But of course."
She pecked him on the cheek in thanks, slowly sliding herself off of the bed. Unfamiliar pain twinged in her groin as she stood, groaning at the sharp ache. Curious, she reached between her legs to touch the fluids that spilled from her. Blood mixed with semen coated her fingers. Her eyes widened, a momentary fear flashing in her eyes.
Jareth noticed her reaction. "Don't be concerned, Sarah. It's normal to bleed your first time." He soothed.
He rose up from the opposite side of the bed, watching the smooth flex of his sinewy muscles. When he turned slightly, she could clearly see the organ that had joined their bodies as one only a moment ago. Her eyes widened at the sight; no wonder she'd been in pain! She wasn't even sure how he'd managed to fit! She blushed as he caught her looking, raising his eyebrows with an amused sparkle in his eyes. Red-faced, she averted her gaze to the window.
"Why so shy, precious?" Jareth teased.
A smile curled her lips, but she wiped it off her face before she looked at him. "I'm not being bashful." She lied.
He smirked, deliberately moving around the bed until he stood in front of her, uncaring of his nudity. His cock was still partially hard, proudly displayed in plain view. "Oh?" he challenged
That tone. The deep tenor, the lilt of his accent. She loved the way he challenged her; teasing her. She smiled and moved to walk around him, but his firm grip on her wrist stopped her. He captured her lips with his.
She returned his kiss, a soft moan rising in her throat. His lean body pressed against hers, pushing her backwards until she hit the bed. Long, strong fingers traced the curves of her body as she met his heated gaze, his lips claiming hers once more. "Again? So soon?" She whispered against his lips.
He chuckled, pushing her onto the bed as she looked at him curiously. "I told you that you would not leave my chambers for days. Did you not believe me?"
She smiled as he, still standing, wrapped her legs around him until his hardened member pressed against her core. Another low groan escaped her, her eyes rolling back as the sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure ricocheting through her, even as her raw center protested.
Sarah winced.
"It will get better." He promised breathlessly, and his head tilting back in pleasure as he began to press forward.
Her fingers dug into the sheets as she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for pain as he pushed further into her. Slowly he began to move, a steady, gentle rhythm. Without pain. Instead, with each gentle thrust, a fresh wave of pleasure surged through her, soothing away the ache she'd felt earlier. Heat flooded through her, new sensations swelling with each delicious motion. She moaned, closing her eyes as she savored the feelings Jareth created within her. His thumb pressed against her swelling clit, rubbing the nub in a slow circle. Electric jolts shot through her, eradicating her ability to think as her body arched into his touch, the heat rising to a fever-pitch as she thrashed beneath him.
He increased the pace, and she cried out, wrapping her legs around his lean hips, She met his thrusts, bucking wildly against him, his name echoing around the chambers as she screamed. His thumb moved faster, flicking back and forth until she shattered around him, her world violently falling apart as she clawed wildly at the sheets, her head whipping side to side against the mattress.
She screamed out in pleasure, and through her haze, she heard him groan, moaning her name as he joined her. She watched his face as he climaxed, contorted into pleasure, buried deeply within her, filling her to the hilt, cock twitching from the force of his release.
He breathed heavily as he leaned forward slightly, a hand on each side of her hips. His hair blocked her view of his face and she wondered what he could be thinking.
Before she could ask, he slowly pulled out of her. He held his hand out to her, his eyes full of warmth. She accepted the offered hand as he pulled her close, nuzzling her hair as she stood with him. She winced again as the discomfort again returned.
Ever-attentive, Jareth made a suggestion. "Maybe a bath will help."
"I think it might." she answered.
She nodded and followed him into his bathroom. With a wave of his hand, the large tub started to fill with hot water. Releasing her hand, he picked up a glass jar and poured the substance into the water. A sweet, lavender scent rose along with the steam.
As he leaned towards the tub, she watched the flex of his tightly toned backside, admiring the curve and ripple of muscle. Biting her lip, she smiled as it began to sink in that she and Jareth had become lovers. She had sex with the Goblin King. It was all so surreal, almost too incredible for her to believe. Her and Jareth had really, actually, and truly joined together in that primal, carnal act. His smooth, unmarred skin rippled as he moved, heat rising to her cheeks as she thought of all they'd done.
Jareth turned, smiling at the blush on her face. "Like what you see?"
She snapped out of her thoughts and met his eyes, smiling shyly and teasingly at him. "I wasn't looking."
He chuckled and grabbed her hand to lead her up the stairs and into the large tub. Helping her to sit down gently, he took a spot across from her. The water filled the tub rapidly, far more quickly than any human bath. It spilled from the faucet like a waterfall, enveloping their nude bodies in warmth. Sarah leaned against wall of the tub, stretching her legs. The water felt amazing as it relaxed her sore muscled and soothed the ache between her legs.
"Thank you, Jareth." She whispered, cracking her eyes open to look at him with a smile.
His long, lean fingers wrapped around her ankles, pulling her feet into his lap. Nimble fingers began to firmly message her feet, drawing a sigh of pleasure from Sarah. Jareth's charming smile matched the sparkle in his eyes. "It's my pleasure."
She returned his smile, sliding her eyes closed as she tried to focus on his relaxing ministrations. No matter how much she tried to concentrate on his touch and the warmth around her, slowly the nightmare would start to replay in her mind. She frowned as the images went through her mind's eye, breaking the calm serenity of the moment. She hated it. She hated that she couldn't shake the cold fear snaking into her heart, her pulse racing in response to her unease. She squeezed her hands in her lap, her nails digging into her palms.
Jareth noticed the subtle shift in Sarah. "What is it, love?"
Opening her eyes, she saw him watching her with concern. With a quick of wave of his hand, he turned off the water, his gaze silently encouraging her to tell him what was bothering her. Shaking her head, she looked away from him as she slowly began to speak. "It was so strange. I woke up in the solitary room. Doctor Moore… he said that I never left and that it had merely been hours since I had tried to wish myself to you."
"You know that was a dream." He said sternly.
She looked back at him with a frown. "But it seemed so real. How could my mind conjure up something like that? Wouldn't I be going through memories rather than making up something new?"
He shook his head, "Not necessarily. You underestimate your own power. The brain can create anything that's on your mind. It is a remarkably interesting organ."
"But it started exactly where I left off, on the same day that I wished myself to you…" She whispered and looked away, nibbling her lip uncertainly.
"Sarah, look at me." He demanded.
She lifted her eyes briefly, then glanced away again, her teeth firmly holding her lip captive.
"Look at me, precious."
Releasing a sigh, she finally met his mismatched eyes. His mouth was in a set frown, the hard look in his gaze stopping her from making any sort of argument to the contrary. "You were dreaming. I will show you the hospital where you were at. You will see. You will believe."
She bit down harder, nearly drawing blood before she took in a shaky breath. A lump formed in her chest, but she withheld the sob she felt threatening to rise. She refused to cry. She had done so too many times. "Okay." She said shakily.
He squeezed her foot and leaned forward. "You must believe. I will be sure to make you have a dreamless sleep tonight. Forgive me for not doing so last night. You will wake up here once more, refreshed and rested as you should be."
She shook her head, "Jareth, it's not your fault."
He sighed heavily, "It is. I forgot to weave the spell on you."
She smiled gently at him, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She looked away with a sigh. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"As you wish." He said softly.
They stayed silent as they sat in the hot bath and relaxed. Eventually Sarah began to realize she had lingered long enough and began to clean herself. As she lathered soap into her hair, she watched as Jareth did so himself. She wondered what he would do with his hair when he was finished to give it its usual gravity-defying look.
Finishing with their cleaning, Jareth helped her into a fluffy red towel, handing her another for her hair. As she rubbed her hair dry, she watched with interest as he dried himself and changed into clothes, never touching his blond locks. He disappeared into the closet, and when he appeared dressed his hair was dry and once again defying gravity with its light softness.
Her mouth gaped as she watched him slide his gloves on, her own hair still dripping with moisture. Jareth caught her eye and walked towards her wearing his trademark smirk.
"What?"
She laughed and shook her head. "Your hair defies all logic!"
He smiled a toothy smile and placed a gloved hand on her shoulder. "Magic, love."
She laughed and shook her head as she squeezed the towel closer against her. "Anyway, what am I going to wear? I don't want to go through the castle naked."
He turned and went to the bed, grabbing her night shirt. "You may have to put this back on."
She snatched it from him and sighed. "Okay." She grumbled, but smiled.
Jareth laughed at her predicament, unable to pull his eyes away as she let the towel fall from her body. She was truly a glorious creature. Quickly she put the knee length shirt on, effectively hiding herself from his hungry eyes. She pulled her damp hair out from under the shirt with a frown. "How can I magically dry my hair?"
"I'm working on that." He replied softly.
She raised her eyebrows, "What?"
He looked at her and smiled and shook his head. "Lets get you to your room and dressed."
Deciding not to press the issue, she nodded and followed him out the door and through the castle to her room. As they walked, she realized how unnecessary this trek was. "Why do I have my own room? Couldn't I move my things with yours? I spend more time in your room than mine anyways." She wondered aloud.
He looked over at her as he continued to walk, "If that is what you wish. I merely was giving you space, as I had no way of knowing you would be creeping into my room every night when you came into the underground."
She nudged him playfully and laughed. "I can't sleep on my own. I'm too scared."
He nodded. "Yes, I know. I shall make arrangements for your things to be brought to my room."
She smiled, bobbing her head in agreement. "It would make more sense. Especially if I am to be your queen. Are you sure it won't bother you to have all my 'costumes and toys' in your room?"
He laughed, "Not at all."
Sarah laughed with him, not hesitating to head straight to her closet when they came to her room. Jareth stopped in the center of the room, looking around as though sizing it up. It was apparent to her that he was going to use magic to bring her things to his room.
Sifting through the clothes, she tried to think of something comfortable to wear. Ultimately she decided to wear her normal outfit of jeans and a loose blouse, draping the items over her arm as she exited the closet. A pile of discarded items remained in a heap behind her; a testament to her indecisiveness as she had wrestled with what to wear aboveground. Jareth sat on her bed, one leg crossed over the other.
She smiled at the sight of him, so masculine and ethereal, surrounded by her decidedly feminine and very earthly, mundane items. "You look so out of place in here." She teased.
He raised his eyebrows, "Oh?" He grinned, eyes raking over her t-shirt clad body suggestively.
Heat rose to her cheeks as she felt moisture begin to form between her legs once again. Why the hell was he able to have that effect with just a look? Blushing as she looked away from him, she quickly went past him to her dresser. A set of black lace panties and a black lace bra caught her attention, and she wasted little time slipping her shirt off and slipping the lacy things on.
She could feel his eyes on her back as she changed, almost feeling the heat of his stare on her bare skin. Sliding on her jeans, blouse, and socks, she quickly slipped her feet into a pair of black shoes.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
She turned and looked at him with a sigh. Her heart was racing and she bit down on her lip with a nod. "Yeah."
What was she supposed to expect? She hasn't been aboveground, free, for so very long. Even before she'd come here, she'd been in the hospital for five years. She didn't know how much the world could have changed while she was gone. No matter what however, she was certain that Jareth would be there for her. He would take care of her.
