Ok, so it's shorter than it should be…but I promise you'll enjoy the content!
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"That's enough!" Exasperated and angry, Sarah finally blew up. "It's been three days," she bit out as she glared at Jareth and Allana. "You two are being insanely careful and protective of me." Pointing at Jareth, her eyes narrowed further. "And you…you haven't touched me since it happened!" Now she sighed. "I'm tired of being treated like some blushing mortal virgin."
"Now Sarah,"
"Stop! I'm not mortal anymore. My body can handle the magic that is flowing through me, and my mind always could! And as for being a blushing virgin…" Perhaps cruelly, she replayed images of all their times together straight into Jareth's mind, and snickered when his breath stopped and his face turned red.
Child, that was mean, Allana gently chastised.
No, it served a purpose. "Now, have either of you ever considered that Merlin's madness sprung from being constantly watched and coddled? I know it's having that effect on me!" She sighed at Jareth's crestfallen look. "Can't we just return to normal? Please?"
He'd known the precautions he insisted on had been wearing on her, but he'd no idea it was this bad. Peering more closely at her, he realized that she hadn't been sleeping well, and was genuinely weary of it all. Allana, we cannot keep doing this to her. Have you noticed the marks under her eyes?
Of course I have, boy. But given that we know nothing about what to expect, the precautions were a necessity.
Granted. They appear to be superfluous now, though. I believe she is correct, and we should stop coddling her.
Her laugh echoed in his mind. And this decision would have nothing to do with the fact that you were deprived of your wedding night?
Sarah laughed out loud. "I heard that! And, for the record, that's one of the reasons I'm insisting you two stop what you've been doing."
Startled, the other two looked at her with amazed eyes. This time it was Allana who spoke. "You heard that? You should not be able to do that."
"Haven't you realized yet that I can do all kinds of things I shouldn't be able to?" Looking a cross between exasperated and concerned, she sat back and made herself somewhat comfortable. "That's why I have the two most powerful fae in the Underground to teach me, my dears."
Laughing, they both conceded. Jareth walked over to her and bent to give her a kiss that made her toes curl.
"Mmmmm…" Moaning low in her throat, she began to protest when he pulled away.
"Now Sarah," he repeated before his chuckle turned into a growl as she wrapped her body around his and began rubbing against him.
"I've had enough waiting. I. Want. My. Wedding. Night," she gasped in between hot little kisses along his jaw and throat. Allana, you should leave. Now.
Allana's eerie laughter floated to her as she disappeared.
"But," she took his breath and his thought as she hiked her skirt up and surrounded him in tight heat an instant after she made his clothes vanish.
"You talk too much," she chuckled right before he bent his head to her breast and thrust hard into her; taking her power of coherent speech and thought completely away from her.
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"Oh my god!"
Gently stroking her thigh, Jareth laughed against her neck. "I am glad that you enjoyed yourself."
"Worth waiting for?" She asked wickedly.
Groaning, he turned on his back, taking her with him. "I must remember to thank whoever showed you that trick with the pictures. It was…memorable."
She sighed happily and snuggled into him. "Jareth?"
"Yes?"
"I know we have to talk about everything. I just wanted to show you that I'm not breakable before we had that particular conversation."
He tightened his arms around her. "It's all right, I understand. I only wish you had said something earlier."
"Yeah, we could have had spectacular sex every night for the last three!"
"Well…" he laughed. "That is not what I meant, but it would have been nice anyway.
She sobered. "I don't have problems with the other memories anymore…Allana showed me how to block them unless I need them. I am, however, having slight problems with the fae thing."
Sitting up, he looked into her eyes. "What kind of problems, Sarah?"
She closed her eyes and thought for a moment. "I don't know how to explain. It's like there's someone inside of me that's not really me. She thinks that magic is an automatic solution for everything, and keeps wanting to use it for the smallest things."
"That is a normal response for a fae, Sarah. We ARE magic, and we use it without thought."
"But I don't."
"But you…"
"I know. Listen: The only reason I was able to escape D'jai is because my first thought wasn't magical. If I allow this new person to have her way all the time, I lose my only advantage."
He considered her words. "You're right. I may, however, have a solution."
"Oh? Do tell."
"The only way I know of to make sure your magic is completely under conscious control is to "ping" you whenever you do it without thinking."
"Ping?"
"A small, mental slap of sorts."
"Ahh." She thought about how unpleasant that would be, and then realized that's why it would work. "I like that! So if you and Allana keep an eye on me, I should soon only be working magic when I intend to. I think it will work."
"It will. Now," pulling her astride him, he moved against her as he twined his tongue over her breast. "No more talking."
She gasped, arched into him, and tangled her fingers in his hair.
"Unless, of course, you'd like to request something."
"Jareth!" The word was torn from her throat as his finger delved deep.
"Or scream my name. That would be good too."