Yay! I have been getting a lot of positive feedback on the last chapter. Oh! You thought it was over? Well last chapter was just a tease, honey. Last chapter was just an appetizer. THIS baby is the four course meal!
Hope you're hungry. :)
Go on, go on. I won't keep you.
I own nothing. I am writing this for shits 'n giggles.
~To Reconcile and Rejuvenate~
Jareth is trapped and struggling for air. The fire has grown and the smoke is almost too much to bare. Although he can survive a slightly longer time than humans can, he isn't prone to death in extreme situations. He tries to look for a window, but they are all barred from his side and bolted shut. He tries to yank it open but he has no luck. He frantically looks all around the room for something- anything! He doesn't have much time. He needs air. Just the tiniest bit of air that is not from this room, and he can magically transport himself far away from this place. But how?
A vent!
A vent on the ceiling!
Before the smoke becomes too harsh, he shoves any furniture that is not already ablaze on top one another. With his makeshift ladder, he wobbles his way up and yanks the vent out. He pulls himself up to shove his face in the hole where the vent was placed to try to sense any air that didn't belong in the smoky room. Thankfully, he smells just the smallest hint of fresh air among the smoke.
Immediately, his inner ear hears the voice of a wish.
And is so close.
'I wish the goblins take us away!'
"Ellie!"
There was a force that suddenly grows within him that he never even knew existed. This gains him a little extra strength to flee, and just in time, too. Away he goes, magically wisping the mother and the daughter away with him, leaving M's Orchid to go up in flames.
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Seventeen year old Sarah jumps out of her school carpool with a child-like smile upon her face. She waves goodbye to her friends as they all wish her many happy birthdays as they reach for her hand out the car windows. She waves and blows kisses at her numerous friends as she runs up to her suburban front door. She exhales with the slight shake of her head at how silly her friends are as she enters her home into a small foyer in the entrance of her house. She drops her school bag and at the door along with her shoes.
"I'm home!" She shouts as she walks towards an expensive glass table in the foyer that has become the makeshift home for car keys and mail. "Dad? Karen!" She awaits for a response, but nothing comes. She immediately starts sifting through the mail, knowing that her mother's letter has come in. She never missed a birthday, and it always arrived on Sarah's special day. "Aha!" She finds the handwritten envelope with Sarah's name on it.
With a wide smile, she leaps up every other stair to the second floor and heads towards her room, while hearing Toby's happy giggling along the way. She bursts through her bedroom door as she sits at her white vanity and quickly opens the letter with no return address. She is careful not to rip the insides as she pulls out all of its contents. The paper that is folded inside is withered and brown, almost as if it were home made. Sarah holds the paper up to her nose to smell the nostalgic scent her mother used on the paper. She always sprayed a little perfume on her letters to Sarah.
Opening the folds of the paper, five one-hundred dollar bills fall right on out. Sarah's eyes grow to a gargantuan size at the amount that her mother had given her this time. However, she just shoves the money to the side. She is much more interested to read what she has to say.
To My Lovely Daughter,
You are seventeen now. Oh my, how time flies!
I remember the moment you were born. You were so wide eyed and curious to see the world around you. There was a spark inside of you that I knew would never fade.
Oh, how I miss you, my love.
I miss your smile and your giggle. I miss the way you would explore the world around you. I miss your hugs and your kisses. I missed so many birthdays. I am so sorry that I haven't been there. Just know that all of what I do, I do for you. You are worth everything in the world to me. You will always be worth the world to me.
I gave you a little extra this year I worked extra hard to make sure you could go and have as much fun as you can. You are a senior, after all, if I recall my years correctly. These years are the best years of your life. I want you to enjoy them, and I want you to enjoy life. I will always love you, Sarah.
You may be a young woman now, but you will always be my little girl. You will always be my daughter. I hope that you are able to find a love that I have for you inside of your own children, one day. I... hope I get to meet your children.
My heart will never stop beating for you, my wonderful baby girl.
My love for you pours from my heart like a waterfall.
Oh, how I hope I can see you, again.
I love you.
Your mama.
Sarah's eyes swell at the amazing letter from her mom. She shoves the letter to her chest, as she pretends to hug her. She misses her so much. Sarah understands that she is a busy woman. She is one of the biggest Bollywood stars across the ocean. She is achieving her dream, and out of everyone, Sarah understands it the most. She knows that her mother loves her. Her letters are powerful and filled to the brim with love.
Pulling open a drawer in her vanity, she pulls out an old shoebox that she decorated to make a home for her mother's letters. Inside of the box is twelve years worth of notes that her mother has sent her, along with their respective envelopes, none of which have a return address. Sarah has never been able to write back, which saddened her. She always wanted to reassure her mother that she was doing well, and that she was thriving in life. She is an honor student, she is a good sister to her little brother, and her relationship is also improving with her step-mother. Oh, how she wishes that she can talk to her mom more. She wishes that she had a relationship with her. She wishes she were closer. Sarah wishes so much.
Then she remembers how much trouble wishing can give a person if they don't do it correctly.
Inside of the shoebox sits a tiny chest that is made of tin. Sarah opens to see the large wad of money that she had collected from her mother's letters every year since she started receiving these letters. Her mother would always tell her to go and have fun or to buy something pretty, but Sarah decided to save it. Her mother would always give her so much money. Sarah assumes that this is her mother compensating for not being able to be here with her. But Sarah doesn't care about the money, and started stashing it away for a rainy day, instead. She didn't know what she would use all of this money for, but she has it if she needs it.
With her shoebox out, she is able to rummage around the drawer and reminisce on the many trinkets that she has stored inside. She looks over her childhood possessions; a music box, some costume jewelry, a little bit of makeup, and a book.
A special book.
A book she used to know by heart.
A book that she hasn't touched in two years.
A book she is too afraid to ever open again.
Maybe... maybe this time she can.
Just as she is about to pull it out, she hears a knock at her door.
"Yes?" She happily calls to whomever is at the door. It slowly opens to show her stepmother.
"Sarah-"
"Oh yeah! Birthday dinner," Sarah muses at the memory she had with her parents earlier in the morning. "I completely forgot. Umm... I'm not too sure where I wanna go, yet."
Karen slowly shakes her head. "Sarah, umm..." Karen slowly enters the girls room, "We... need to talk." She slowly closes the door behind her, careful not to alert Toby in the other room. The scorned features of her face warns Sarah. That's never a good thing to hear.
"What's wrong?" Sarah asks in response to the look on Karen's face. "Is everything alright?"
She shakes her head. "I heard you call for me and your father earlier." She stares at the floor. "Your father isn't home." Karen is having a hard time looking to Sarah.
Sarah's heart drops I'm fear, and Karen's voice does not sound reassuring. "Where is he?"
"Sarah your father... He... he collapsed at work today." Karen's eyes start to swell. "We had to call the ambulance." She manages to look to the teen as Sarah's hands cover her mouth.
She can't believe this. "Wh..." Sarah gasps. "What...?"
Karen can no longer look at the young woman. "They have been working on him all day and-" Karen pauses as she holds back her tears. "He's still not conscious... He-" Karen pauses, "He has cancer, Sarah."
Sarah's mind goes dark... "W-what?!" Sarah slips from her seat. "I-I how- It-" Sarah starts to cry.
"Sarah." Karen calls to her. "Sarah, please. I need you to help me." Karen stops Sarah before she can become hysterical. She pulls Sarah's arms to stand her up. Sarah looks to her in bewilderment. She hugs Karen for assurance, Karen gently pats Sarah's back before pulling her back and looking to her with serious eyes. "Sarah, you are going to have some responsibility, and I need you to stay strong." Karen wipes the tears from Sarah's eyes. "I need you to watch after Toby while I stay with Robert for the next few days."
"I... what?" Sarah is having a hard time digesting all of this.
"Please, Sarah. I don't want your father to be alone." Karen grabs a desperate hold on Sarah's shoulders. "but you and I both know that a hospital is no place for Toby. Please help me."
It takes Sarah a moment, but she nods. What else can she do? Her father needs someone to be with him, and Karen can understand the doctors better than Sarah could. Words continue to escape her. Her father has... cancer. Cancer?
"H-how long do you think he'll be in... there?"
"I don't know. I'll just have to let you know as I find out. I'll call periodically." Sarah shakes her head as tears come again, but Karen shakes the girl to get her to stop. "Sarah, part of the responsibility of staying with Toby is that you can't look sad around him." Karen adds. Sarah looks up to Karen's strong eyes that never falter. "I don't want him to know what's going on. I know he's young, but..." Karen wipes her own tears away, "but we don't want him to see you sad." Karen tries to Smile at Sarah. "Don't cry, Sarah. You can't. You need to be his happiness, Sarah. We all do. You have to be strong."
"I.. I-"
"Sarah. I need to count on you."
Her mind starts to numb itself and she bows her head low. "Karen, I-"
"Oh god, I have to go." Karen says as she finds the time on her watch. "I need to be back in time to meet with his doctor." Karen pulls Sarah for a kiss that doesn't quite touch her cheek as she walks away in tears.
Sarah is left to stand alone in her room with the news. Her mind races with what might happen now. Is he going to be okay? Is he gonna... gonna die?
"No-" she chokes as she shoves her hands to her eyes to keep from crying. She... can't cry. No one knows how severe he is. He could've just been dehydrated- or... something! She can't just jump to conclusions. She is being expected to not let it affect her. She needs to be strong. She holds her arms as her knees buckle.
"Sissy!" A beautiful voice chimes as her door creaks open. Her tears automatically stop. She mustn't cry. She can't.
She can't.
"Toby." She quickly stands to her feet. "Let's-uh-..." Sarah looks around the room for something- anything. Then her eyes fall to her vanity. She turns back to the happy child. "Let's read a book." The three year old screeches in happiness. He runs out of the room to go to their reading spot in the house. Sarah slowly turns and picks up her little red "Labyrinth" book.
If she has to pretend that everything is going to be okay, then so be it. But at least she can escape into her mind for a place where she could always escape.
She has to. For her brother.
She'll... She'll do anything for her little brother.
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Sarah slowly starts to gain consciousness. She feels disoriented and empty. She slowly gains the feeling back in her body as her mind starts to wake up her limbs. She slowly opens her eyes to see a darkened room, lit only by the light of a large window looking out into the world. The light beams on dark colored walls that look to be made of marble or stone. They have a slick and cold look to them. She observes the room around her. Much of the room is covered in shadow, and she can not see much. Everything looks so mystical and dreamlike. She still feels like she may be asleep, but her surroundings are tangible, as well as her will to sit up. Her body aches a little as she adjusts to a sitting position. She swings her legs over to stand before being started by a sudden voice.
"How are you feeling?"
A mixture of joy and fear fills her gasping lungs as she hears his deep and lavish voice. She turns to see The Goblin King standing over comfortable office chair that she assumes he arose from. Seeing his face sends so many feelings towards her. She didn't think she'd ever see him again. She still feels fuzzy on what's happened, but her memory slowly starts to return.
"Where am I?" Her voice is raspy and tired from the screaming, but she doesn't quite catch the memory of why she would need to scream.
"Take a guess." His voice is calm as he gently bows in motion to the window. She accepts the invitation and slowly walks up to a large and beautiful city landscape that is lit up by the sun setting sky. She quickly learns that the twinkling lights are not stars, but illuminated windows from all around. Everything is organic and firelit. There is a freshness in the air that Sarah can smell as she inhales the wood-burning scent, mixed with the smell of food. She does not recognize this place, though it's feeling of familiarity sends her reeling through nostalgia of what feels like an alternate life she once had.
"The... Labyrinth?"
"Not quite," he softly speaks as he draws himself nearer to her, "though you can see it from this vantage point." He points into a direction towards the sun. "This is the Central City in the Domhan de Cruinne . That roughly translates to ' The Seven Lands' in your language." The sound of his voice sends many mixed signals through her. She can't decide if she wants to be close to him, or not. "We are inside of The Archial Castle. It sits inside the center of all of the seven realms. It is the home of the High Patriarch and the Matriarch of the Fae. The Matriarch is the one who led me on the hunt for my cousins." She continues to stare in awe at the scene out the window. Her sense of awe dwindles as she feels the gentle caress of his hand on hers. "This is my room. Your room is still being prepared."
She quickly pulls away from him. Her memory is surely returning to her, now.
He can sense her hesitation. "Sarah-"
"What are you doing?" She asks in a more frightened way. She starts to recall the moment between them and her managers.
"I'm... not sure." His voice is pained and honest. "I... was hoping to pick up where we left off."
"You..." Her memory returns in a flood of images. "You used me."
"No." He is quick to refuse. "No I didn't."
"You lied to me." Her statement is short as her back hits the wall behind her.
"No. I lied to them." He takes a step closer towards her. Her back hugs the wall.
"They told another story," her voice grows, "and I don't remember you trying to fight their words." Her voice tries to sound vicious, but her eyes look hurt.
"Their dark magic exceeded my own." He tries to step closer to her. "They silenced me-"
"Stop..." she holds her hands up to keep her distance. He does what he is told.
"Sarah, I told them a lie to keep them off of my trail. I made myself look incompetent so I could throw them off." He looks directly in her eyes. "Yes, we made an agreement. The agreement was to keep them occupied. It was only true to them."
"Then..." she scoffs as words escape her, "Then why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you keep me in the loop?"
"It was irrelevant. It didn't matter because I was more focused on trying to solve a terrible mystery that ended up being more true than anyone of us realized."
"Oh yeah." She scoffs at his retort. "So you didn't use me to get what you wanted."
"I did." Jareth responds in a darker tone. "And so did you." Sarah catches her breath at his words. "You made it perfectly clear when we met what your intentions were, remember? You wanted to use me to get out of your contract, and I needed you and your connections to infiltrate." He expects her to respond. But she only looks away from him. He wasn't wrong.
"I... I was-" Sarah can't quite figure out how to respond. "But- I-I..." She struggles to think of words. "It was your idea..." Her voice mumbles. "A-and..."
"We relied on each other." He takes a step closer to her. "I had no idea you existed in that place." Another step is taken. "When I first arrived, I had one goal, only one- to clear my name." He steps a little closer. "I would be lying to you if I didn't say my path changed the moment I saw you." A step closer. "I didn't know what was going to happen. Things ended up in the strangest circumstances." He is close enough to gently lift her chin to meet his eyes. "But none of this is a lie. Not to me." He finishes what he has to say as he takes initiative and grasps her hand. She lets him gently bring her hand up, turn it over, and open her palm. He pulls out Ellie's Amethyst necklace from his pocket and gently places it in her hand.
Her eyes become watery as she sees the necklace. Ellie's necklace. She can feel the cheap metal around her fingers as she clutches her fist tightly around the stone. The amethyst radiates in a cool temperature. She can feel a pulse of magic inside of it. "Ellie-"
"She's safe. She's asleep."
"I..I'm-" She tries to speak, but her words fall short.
"I took the liberty of going to your home and packing a few things for you and Ellie. It is a proper form of nurturing to give a child the feeling of familiarity within a new home."
"Where is she?"
"She is in her room in my kingdom. She is recovering in a very deep state of sleep." He pulls out a sudden crystal out of thin air. The crystal expands as it morphs into a screen. "It seems as though she is in the middle stages of her second REM sleep."
"What is that?" Sarah asks, bewitched by the spell that had been cast.
"This is my way of getting to keep an eye on Ellie's sleep patterns and cognitive progression. I also used one for you while you slept." He continues to concentrate on the screen.
He watched over them? "I need to see her."
"Of course," The crystal pops into a firework of glitter. He gently bows in her direction as he offers an arm for her to hold, but she does not accept. She looks into his eyes with sorrowful ones of her own. But the brilliant confidence within his eyes soften Sarah's enough for her to drop her guard just enough for him to lead her to Ellie.
Upon touching the fabric of his arm, she is magically transformed into a simple dark green evening gown for warmth. The magic is so seamless that she doesn't even notice the transformation until her eyes catch the dark green satin around her arms. They swiftly poof to the entrance of Ellie's door. They walk into a familiar child's room, very familiar as Sarah quickly realizes that Jareth had replicated Ellie's bedroom from their home.
Then she sees her.
Ellie- sleeping by herself in her own bed with Lancelot by her side. She isn't struggling to breathe, she doesn't need a respirator, she doesn't need a humidifier, and she almost seems to be smiling.
"I may have given her a little something to help her with good dreams." Jareth admits as a song is heard near her bed. Sarah sees the rustic music box as it sings its familiar and comforting lullaby. She quietly walks up to her daughter's nightstand to pick up the musical jewelry box. It had been entirely too long since she was able to watch the girl in the ball gown spin to the song. She opens the small box at the base and places the necklace inside.
"Her immune system is vastly improving as we speak." Jareth speaks in a soft tone. "After nearly escaping my fiery death, I heard your daughter's wish. When I got us back here, I had my healer look her over. That was about seventeen hours ago. Both of you have been asleep this whole time." He turns to Sarah as she continues to look to her child with eyes of pure joy.
"Firey death? What-"
"The twins... they burned down the entire club, trying to get away." Jareth has a hard time admitting this, understanding the connection Sarah has had with it all these years.
"W-what...?" She breathlessly gasps. It's... it's gone?
M's Orchid?
Gone?
"Is... is my baby okay?" She solemnly asks as silent tear rushes down her mournful cheek. 'It's gone.'
"That has become quite the story," he says as he forms another crystal and pulls it open like a balloon to cover the entirety of Ellie's bed. Ellie, as well as the canopy bed and night stand becomes enveloped by a glittery light blue bubble to keep her from hearing the adults talking. He gently guides her to sit on an elongated love seat on the other side of the room. He figures she would prefer to stay within close proximity with her child.
"Did you say seventeen hours?" Sarah asks as she notices the sunset getting darker.
He nods, "Your daughter has a common Fae disease. This disease can be formed inside of a womb that has magic flowing through it. Your daughter's body doesn't break down certain human made chemical enhances, and that includes many human drugs, right down to simple painkillers."
"Even things that are prescribed to her to help her fight infection?"
"It all depends on the being, at hand. Finding out what human substances works or not is mainly found through process of elimination. In a rare human case such as this, magic is always the best solution." Sarah is very quiet, as she stays focused on his words. "You were pregnant with her as you started working with my cousins. Because you digested so much of what was flooding the floorboards throughout your career, it ended up affecting her in a negative way."
"So..." Sarah is having a hard time trying to figure this out. "Was that doctor right?" Her eyes grow. "I made her sick...?"
"On the contrary, I believe that you saved your daughter's life." Jareth responds. He sees an odd reaction from Sarah's face, one of confusion. He continues. "Magic is healing her. Specifically, my magic is healing her." His smug grin causes her brow to lift.
"But if it was magic that made her body susceptible to this disease, then how does that help her from being sick?"
"She would have been sick, anyhow. You were both ingesting something that was deteriorating both of your human bodies and you weren't even aware of it. Through your clever trickery, you convinced me to stay with you, and I believe that my magic, although muted, radiated on her while I was around, and thus she was able to show signs of improvement. I am only saying this, because as we narrowed down the magical remedies that we made to help her, only the ones that involved my magic would work for her. She is now under constant watch to gauge her progression."
It takes a moment for all of this to sink into Sarah's mind. "Okay, so... Why your magic?"
"My best guess would be because my realm is the first and only realm that you have ever stepped into. All humans absorb the most amount of magic that will influence them in the first few moments of entering a realm of Seven. Every human always steps into my land first. It is because of this that every single human that enters into the Fae realm feels drawn to my land. After your time here, you went home. Ellie's body then grew inside of you. Because of this, her body must be simultaneously in tune with my magic. Therefore, I am able to heal her as quickly as I am."
"This is..." Sarah looks to the healing child with eyes that swell with tears, "amazing."
His gaze wanders to the child in question. "It is quite a job, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to make sure she can finally be better, once and for all." His face changes to that of adoration towards her daughter. Sarah sees this sudden change in him. She sees how important Ellie has become to Jareth. She saw an inkling of this adoration when he had first given the three year old the necklace. But this love he has for this child has completely evolved. It seems as though he had been bewitched by a human, after all.
...more than one human.
"We had a rough time getting her to fall asleep. It was difficult for her to see me in such a new way. She made the wish, and I don't think she quite expected me to be the one to answer." His gaze falls to the floor. "She was... afraid of me." His faces hardens at the frequent memory. "I told her that you were asleep. She cried and cried. She kept saying that you were being pulled away from her." The memory if his words makes Sarah's head hang a little lower. "I was eventually able to calm her down when I found her little teddy bear. I ensured her safety with a promise that you would be the one to wake her up, and that the faster she went to sleep, the faster she'd see you." He tilts his head. "She loves you," his eyes fall back to Sarah. "And she was happy that I fixed her music box."
Sarah takes this quiet moment to come to all of these new terms, but the terror of what it was like feeling her child being ripped away from her arms starts to overbear her mind. "Oh God-" She remembers how scared Ellie looked- how scared Sarah, herself, was. She remembers the shame on all of their faces as she tried to fight for her child. She remembers the pit in her stomach at the fear that she would never see her again. "It was so scary. I didn't-" Remembering those tears cause Sarah to falter. She hoped that Ellie would never have to endure that kind of trauma. They tried to rip their family apart based on speculation and mistreatment. "I almost... I almost lost-"
She almost lost her.
She almost lost her baby.
She was almost ripped away from her family, again.
She was almost going to be alone again.
Not again.
'Please.'
Sarah's entire body shakes as her tears start to flood out of her eyes. Her anxious movement shoves her to her knees as she hits the hard floor. She covers her face with her hand as she starts to bawl and cry. Her crying is loud and woeful. There is so much going on inside of her, from the fear of what could have happened if Jareth hadn't saved them, to complete bliss that hr did, and that she and Ellie are okay. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming..."
Jareth falls next to her and completely covers her with his arms. His Fae side overcomes him as his entire being vibrates with the desire to stop her tears. The face is stoic and determined. He does not embellish her emotions. She has enough for everyone in the room. He yearns to embrace her. She wants to shrug him off. She wants to hate his touch. She wants to not want him.
But why?
Why do this alone?
She is so tired of feeling alone.
This is his fight, too.
But can she trust him?
Can she trust anyone?
"I am... sick and tired...of getting hurt." She whispers among her crying. "I am so tired of fighting." She sniffs. "I am so tired of...Everything..." She leans into him, sobbing. Before she can get too loud, he magically teleports them back into her room and sets her down on the bed. "I just- I want her to be okay."
"With rest, she will be. As will you, if you rest a little longer." His voice seems to carry her. "A wish-away spell can be quite daunting on the human body. Try to lay down." She refuses to move away, desperately holding onto him. Despite her mind's desire to let go, she just can't. She can't do this anymore. She can't take it anymore.
Her voice cracks in a whisper. "Don't let me go." His arms tighten at her plea.
"Never." He voices. Her arms snake the nook of his neck as she nuzzles her face into his chest. Her mind is so tired. She is done fighting herself. He pulls her close, and effortlessly lifts her onto his lap as his arms envelop her. He exhales as he feels her body hug his. His face finds a home among her hair.
Sarah needs him now more than ever. Her body screams for him to hold her even closer. The room is silent, but their heartbeats eventually match the rhythm of one another. Eyes are closed as they listen to the music of their breathing. Both of their senses become lax as Sarah can feel herself close the distance between her lips and his. She kisses him with a tenderness that he knows she is feeling deep inside of her. He responds to her kiss with his hands slowly trailing up her spine. This sensation causes her to deepen their kiss as Jareth slowly moves her hair from her neck to slowly move his lips on to her skin. She leans into his kiss as he slowly travels down her collarbone and eventually reaches the base of her chest. Sarah gently leans her head back as her mind numbs at the sensation. He leaves a trail of goosebumps with every spot his lips touch before she takes the lead and lifts his chin to pull his lips to hers again. She likes kissing him. Tasting him causes her nails to playfully claw into his hair. Feeling her tongue causes his fingers to caress her hips.
Their kiss deepens as his hands travel and massage over every sensual area on her body. He expertly uses this as an opportunity to unzip the back of her dress. This sensation evokes a quiet gasp from deep within her throat. Hearing her respond to his touch enhances his more wildlike mature and he twists them around to lay her down on the bed.
"I don't want to sleep." She whispers as her nails travel down his arms.
"Then let me help you relax." He vexes with a rugged voice. He, too starts to slip away from a sober mind. He is more than ready for her.
He slowly pulls his lips away from her skin as he gains control of their new position. With nimble fingers, he slowly peels off her dress below her breasts to set them free. Sarah is punch drunk with desire as the cool night air hardens her upper body. Sliding his fingers around her nipples, her body moves of its own accord as she grinds her hips between his. With bare hands, he stills her as he starts to massage her breasts with the delicate expertise of his tongue. Her mind fills with ecstasy with the erotic sensation as she grasps at the sheets beneath her. He traces a kiss or two back to her mouth as he undresses himself. Bearing his own chest, Sarah traces her long and nimble fingers up and down his torso, as he would conclude her pleasuring state.
Pulling the rest of her dress off, she helps him shed the remainder of his clothing. All of their senses have now molded together as they begin to think with the same mind. She tries to sit herself up, but his body holds her down, and her senses are too cloudy to move. His hands gradually move up her breasts, towards her neck, and through her hair as he pulls her head up to kiss her more aggressively. Both partners relish in the momentary passion right before his lips leave her, leaving her gasping for air. Continuing to trail down her body, his lips seem to travel down past her breasts and navel. Lower and lower he travels, oh so slowly, taking his time to slide in between her legs. Her lower body concedes to his guidance as he trails his fingers down her stomach. Her insides twist in pleasure as he slowly enters his tongue inside of her.
His expert movements causes her short winded breaths become slightly more vocal. Waves of immense pleasure wash over her as her arms stretch over her head. She sharply inhales as her hands become tangled in her own hair. She can feel as his nails gently dig inside of her thighs as the pattern of his movements quicken. The sensation sends her reeling as she starts to lose control. He knows he is hitting the right spot as he feels her body arch in satisfaction.
He continues for a time, enjoying the way she moans his name. It adds fuel to his fire as he feels the muscles inside of her move along with the long strides of his tongue. He knows she is close to release as he decides to stop. Hearing her harsh breathing causes him to become fully erect.
Her winded voice enhances his animal-like instincts. He slithers his way back up her body leaving trails of kisses in his path. His actions start to become a little more rough as he nips at her neck to instill more of that desire that he loves to feel from her. Her hands latch to his shoulders in a gasp, as she is overwhelmed with icy hot adrenaline flowing through her. His tongue massages his bite mark as he readies himself to enter inside of her.
Everything becomes a blur for the lovers as the thrust of passion ensues. All senses melt and fade into the nighttime air. The entire night becomes comfortably numb as they make the decision to dissipate from reality and enter into a state of pure bliss. Instead of wasting energy on worry and sadness, they discovered many different ways of releasing energy together. They had an eternity to fight battles. They had issues that cover both worlds. But with each other, they do not have to fight alone. They can connect with one another and intertwine. They can relish in each other's touch as they become one.
Tonight they can just... be. And for once, they do not worry about tomorrow.
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Okay... I'm gonna go blush in a corner, now.