AN: Okay, short chapter, but VERY IMPORTANT!!! I know that I only updated yesterday, but this part has been itching to get out ever since I started this story. Okay, go read now..
Chapter 5
Dreams
I ran through the dense fog, panicking. I knew that if I could run just a little bit faster and for just a few moments more I would be safe. The only problem was that my feet felt like I had attached twenty pound weights to each ankle. The faster I tried to run, the heavier the weights got. I could hear him behind me, calling out my name, searching through the mist. His voice was cold and lifeless, void of any emotion. Just as I turned to flee from him again, I saw a figure standing before me.
"Jareth!"
He didn't see me. I was right in front of him, yet he looked right through me.
"Sarah, I can't find you! Please answer me!" He looked around, trying to pierce the fog with his eyesight, but still did not see me standing less than five feet in front of him.
I reached out my arms to catch his attention, desperate to touch him. "Jareth! I'm here! Please, I'm right in front of you!"
Just then, a hand slipped around my waist from behind, and another grabbed my upper left arm, yanking it back to my side.
I froze, barely able to breathe. He had me and he knew it. I could feel his breath on my neck, in my hair, everywhere.
"Gotcha!"
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I awoke sobbing from my dream. It had all seemed so real, and yet it wasn't. A hand cupped my cheek and wiped the tears from my eyes. I opened them to see Jareth, looking tired but very concerned.
"Jareth, why are you here?"
"You were calling out my name in your sleep. If you hadn't woken yourself up, I would have. What were you dreaming?" He sat on the edge of the bed.
"Does it matter? They always end up with him. He caught me. I wish the dreams would just go away." I sighed and sat up, glad to be out of my torturous nightmare.
"They will if.."
"If what?"
"Nothing, never mind. It's not important." His shoulders slumped, and he stared dejectedly at the floor.
I fought the urge to reach out and hold him, fighting a battle with myself over how I felt. After a few agonizing minutes of silence, I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to stay with him forever. I wanted it with every fiber in my body. But I didn't know if I was willing to give up everything for it. It all seemed to good to be true. I was afraid that I was too happy, that I would wake up any minute and find that the past two weeks had just been a dream. I wanted to tell Jareth so much, yet I was so afraid of what the consequences of my actions would be.
To hell with it.
I reached out my hand and covered Jareth's that was resting on top of the blanket. Slowly, I ran my hand up his arm and gently moved closer to him. My hand reached his face and he brought his own hand up to cover mine, kissing my palm. Turning, Jareth lifted my chin and brought his lips to mine. I felt as if fireworks were going off inside my head as he slowly pulled away and looked into my eyes as if searching for a reason to keep going. I was shocked at the shy and tender kiss. Mark had never kissed me like that before. Even our first kiss was enough to make my lips almost bruise the next day. Now, here was Jareth kissing me like I would break. I clamped my hands on the back of his head, bringing him closer to return the kiss. One swift move found our limbs tangled in anticipation.
I heard him sigh and wondered what could possibly be bothering him at a time like this. He broke away and looked into my disappointed face.
"Sarah, we can't..."
"Why not?"
"Because it isn't right. You are not mine to have."
"I've never felt so sure about anything in my life. Please."
Not a word was said before he kissed me again and began to work the tension out of my muscles. As the evening went on, I couldn't help but think about how wrong he was. I was totally and completely his.
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Just before dawn I woke again, still wrapped in Jareth's arms. The room was beginning to get light, light enough for me to make out the shapes and colors of the tapestry hanging on the wall next to the bed. It was covered with pictures of two children, a blonde boy and a brunette girl. The detail was amazing, and I wished that I had seen it earlier so that I could look at it up close. But nothing would prompt me to move from my warm confines now.
Jareth stirred next to me, and mumbled something about the bog. I giggled quietly and turned towards him, thinking he was awake.
"What did you say?"
It took him a few seconds to answer me. I didn't think he would when I realized that he was still asleep.
"I love you, Sarah."