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Time passed exquisitely for Jareth. The woman in his arms was now in a deep, restful sleep. He didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe, but he dared to watch her.
He watched her dreams, not putting any in her mind, but rather keeping all the nightmares away, allowing her to rest, to keep the peaceful, happy looking on her face.
Her face…
Jareth sighed, a mystified looking coming over his face as Sarah moved her face slowly closer to his, snuggling into his shoulder, sighing contently in her sleep. He dared to lean forward, just slightly, putting his lips to her forehead. His eyes widened as Sarah smiled, ever so slightly, in her sleep. "You are with me already…aren't you?" He whispered, laying his head down, content to just watch her.
Underground, only an hour later Sarah woke up snuggled close to the man that had once been nothing but a romantic dream. But he was currently a romantic reality.
She touched the fair flesh of his chest, running her fingers along its smooth, taut skin.
She stopped when she heard his sharp intake of breath. "You are real." She whispered in a sleepy haze, still exhausted.
She looked up into his eyes, surprised by what she saw there- tenderness.
"I have always been real Sarah." His voice contradicted his eyes. His voice was cold, aloof. He blinked, and the tenderness was gone, replaced by the magic that always seemed to swirl in his eyes. "Go back to sleep Sarah, you need your rest."
Sarah nodded sleepily; closing her eyes she quickly fell back asleep.
Sarah woke up once again fours hours later. The heavy curtains were drawn back letting the sun shine through. Her dream king was no where to be seen.
She sat up looking around, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She looked around the massive room once more before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Typical morning after behavior." She muttered, her previous awakening not being remembered.
She wrapped her arms around herself and padded her way to the bathroom, wanting to clean off the sweat, and hopefully the fear, of the night that had just passed.
Sarah paused at the door, knocking on it before she entered, not wanting to catch Jareth while nude. "Not that he would mind." She whispered, shaking off the remainder of sleep in her system.
When no answer was forth coming she entered the bathroom, turning to close the door behind her.
Something splashed.
Sarah's jaw dropped. She pressed her forehead to the cool wood of the door and closed her eyes, the warmth she had felt for Jareth fading away, replaced by good old-fashioned annoyance. "I knocked you cad! I knew-" She spun around.
There was a full tub, but no one was in it.
She approached the tub with caution. Various colored flower petals floated in the water, as did a crystal. She smirked and sat on the edge of the tub, leaning over to pluck the crystal from where it floated. "What are you playing at?" She asked the round globe. As she turned it, it seemed to twinkle mischievously at her.
Sarah looked at it, then at the water. On impulse she dropped it back into the water. It landed with a little plop, and then began to almost shiver, as little bubbles detached themselves from it.
Sarah watched fascinated as the bubbles sank to the bottom rather then float to the top. She continued to watch, not really surprised but rather delighted when the water began to steam. She dipped her finger into the water, nodding when the temperature seemed perfect. She plucked the crystal from the water, not surprised when the crystal popped at the touch of her fingers. "Classic Jareth." She mused quietly, unsure wither to be annoyed, or touched. She shrugged her shoulders, figuring that she would figure it out later.
Sarah undressed quickly and slipped into the water. She was careful not to fall asleep among the petals.
It was nearly an hour later when Sarah emerged from the bath. She was once again surprised to find that the temperature had not changed.
Looking around she smiled as fresh, heated towels appeared on the edge of the bathtub. She wrapped one around her body, and then the other one around her hair, sighing with pleasure at the little luxurious she had never really realized existed.
She turned to go to her room when something that had escaped her attention finally caught her notice. The lack of another door.
Where her bedroom door should have been there was nothing but a pristine white piece of paper. Upon touching it, writing appeared, as though an invisible hand was penning it while she held it.
New arrangements have been made. Your clothes are in my armoire.
Sarah glared at the paper; she plucked it from the wall, bringing it closer to her face for inspection. She sighed, lowering her hand. "I should have known there was a catch."
The note changed.
You seemed more comfortable in my arms. Therefore I made it a permanent arrangement.
She blinked in confusion and then grimaced in understanding. "It was one night!"
Now it's multiple. The note responded, previous sentences disappearing.
"I don't want to stay in your room Jareth!" She argued.
Why ever not Sarah? Even the writing seemed smug.
"Because I don't trust you!"
You trusted me last night.
"I was having a bad night!"
And with me you'll never have another bad night again. The note of course leaving out that Jareth was the cause of her bad night in the first place.
"I'll never have sex with you Jareth!" Sarah finally yelled bluntly at the piece of paper in her hand.
Whoever said anything about that? Where is your mind at my dear? Sarah knew that he must have been grinning.
"I won't argue this Jareth! Give me my room back!"
Speaking of argument, why are you arguing with a piece of paper?
Sarah blinked. She then looked around blushing. When she turned her attention back to the note all it said was:
New arrangements have been made. Your clothes are in my armoire.
Only this time neatly added was:
No arguments!
King of YOUR Dreams.
Sarah then crumpled the note and tossed it at the wall. The note of course un-crumpled itself and reattached itself to the wall.
That wasn't very mature. It now wrote.
You want maturity? Sarah thought to herself. Truth be told she didn't feel like being very mature at all. "Bite me Jareth!" She countered angrily, stalking to his bedroom door and flinging it open.
Jareth was of course standing right there.
He was wearing all back, putting emphasis on his paler complexion and light hair. He wore a black shirt that was open at the chest revealing the amulet that he always wore. It puffed out at the sleeves, tightening around his lower arms. He wore the usual leggings only back, 'the bulge' not escaping Sarah's attention. And then of course the black boots and black gloves.
One eyebrow was raised and he smirked. "Is that a request Sarah? Or perhaps a wish?" He took s step forward, one arm resting above his head on the doorway, effectively blocking Sarah's escape root.
"I would like to get dressed Jareth." She retorted, attempting to duck under his arm and go past him. Jareth of course simply lowered his arm, once again blocking her path.
"You didn't answer my question Sarah."
She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes.
"It's an Aboveground expression, signifying disdain or anger and annoyance towards one individual." She emphasized the last two words.
Jareth once again raised an eyebrow. "A simple yes or no, if you will Sarah?"
She narrowed her eyes once more, a gesture that was becoming as common as his smirk.
"What do you think Jareth?" She questioned, looking up at him and then at the arm that blocked her way.
With that common smirk Jareth lifted his arm and moved slightly to one side, allowing Sarah to squeeze through.
She ducked down and moved quickly past him into his room. He stopped her cold with what he said next.
"I think that you'll be saying yes soon enough Sarah." He didn't say it in a smug tone, there was no emotion to his voice. He said it as though it were a cold hard fact.
Sarah didn't turn, she didn't respond. Instead she continued towards the armoire.
She didn't know what bothered her more. That he was right, or that he had the talent to prove her wrong.
Authors Note: Again it took time! But I like this chapter, it has amusement and some sweetness! Thanks to all who are R&Ring! MB