Months 2: A Plan into Action
Disclaimer: I want to repeat again, for the record, that they don't belong to be. I regret to say that they didn't come from my noggin, but from the great Jim Henson. So please don't hurt me.
Summary: After a meeting with Jareth, Sarah now realizes here feelings and, ( ahem,) takes her plan into action.
I AM SOOO SORRY!! I have been having a severe case of writers block and I also have had the pressures of school catch up to me. But I am getting my life under control and am back on writing full force. Please read and review. I love reading feedback. So, don't leave me hangin' man!! Leave it!!
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I wake up the next morning to a beatiful, sunny day. I look over to my clock and realize that it is only 9:45. I groan and think that I can't do anything until later, so I roll over and fall asleep again.
When I wake up again, I look at my clock and see that it is now almost noon, and I don't want to lie around in my bed all day, I get up and head for my kitchen to make some breakfast.
As I am working on my second cup of coffee, I sit on my couch and think about the events that took place there the night before. I smile when I think of how good it felt to have him hold me, and I blush when I think of the events that will soon take place.
I decide to do some housework and move off the couch and turn on my stereo to the radio setting. The last song is ending and the announcer says, " And up next we have an old favorite for all of you from the eighties from Janet Jackson. It's called 'When I think of you.'"
I almost start laughing out loud at that because I remember that song and how it seems to match my life. I remember some of the words and I find myself singing along with the radio as I am mopping my kitchen floor:
Ooh, Baby, Anytime my world gets crazy,
All I have to do to calm it, Is just think of you
Cause when I think of you, Baby, Nothing else seems to matter
Just when I think of you, Baby, All I think about is our love
I just get more attached to you when,
You hold me in your arms and squeeze me, then you leave me making me blue,
Cause then I think of you, Baby, and nothing else seems to matter,
Cause when I think of you, Baby, All I think about is our love
At this point I have stopped using my mop for mopping and am now using it as my dance partner as I spin around my kitchen floor, practically screaming the words at the top of my lungs. But I can't help it. I have never felt this alive in my life.
Around three I decide to take a break and I lay down on the couch. As I settle into the pillows I can feel the hard work that I did catch up to me and before I know it, I am asleep and dreaming.
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His hands are all over me, and he is pushing me up against the wall. Imoan into his mouth as his tounge rakes against my teeth and he moans in return, crushing me, trying to get closer to me, even though our bodies are pressed against each other.
The room we are in looks like a room that might be in his castle, possibly his room. It is a huge room, decorated with fine colors that look so pure, and in the center is a LARGE bed, bigger than any bed that I have ever seen.
To my dissapointment, he parts his lips from mine and steps away to look into my eyes. There ared two things that I see in his eyes. The first is love. The way his eyes sparkle when I look at them, I can see into his soul, and I see nothing but pure love. The second thing I see is a firey passion . A burning desire. Simply, Lust.
He smiles and brings his lips to mine once again, and I kiss him in return. Before I know it, he has picking me up into his arms and carrying me to a bed. As he carries me, his lips never leave mine. I am so ready for him.
As he lays me down on the bed, his lips leave mine again and travel down my jawline, to my neck, before they settle on my ear. As he sucks on my earlobe, I hear him whisper, " You'll never know how much I love you."
I cannot believe that I am already near the edge, and I am about to go over. The things that he can do to me. My hands go to his head and he continues his passionate torture down my neck and to my collarbones. I don't know when he used magic to rid me of my clothes but I find myself naked under him.
He continues the trail inbetween my breats and settles on my stomach. He lingers there briefly, before continuing down and again comes to a stop at my center. He looks up at me and grins wickedly before he plunges in. I can't stand it anymore, And I find myself screaming his name.
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"JARETH!!" I scream as I open my eyes and realize that I am alone, on my couch. I sit up and look around. It is dark and I look at the clock.
8:38.
I decide that I have waited long enough and that it is time. I stand up and move to the center of the room. I call his name again, but I say it with hope this time, not with passion.
I wait. And wait. And wait. But nothing happens. I try again, but I still don't get any response. I feel devistated. I keep trying, but nothing is happening. After about fifteen minutes, I give up and fall to my couch, the tears running down my cheeks, the sobs rising out of my chest.
I don't know how long I have been crying, but it has been long enough because my eyes are burning. But the pain I feel more is the one in my chest. The pillow that I am holding is soaked, but I don't care. I just bury my face in it and sob even more.
All of a sudden, I feel a hand stroking my hair. I look up and find myself staring into a mismatched pair of blue eyes. I can't quite believe it at first, but when it finally sinks in, I collapse into his arms and continue sobbing. Just like I did the night before.
And just like the night before, he says nothing and strokes my hair. I don't know what came over me, but I am instantly filled with rage. I shove him har in the chest and when he releases me and looks at me, he winds up with the palm of my hand on his cheek.
He is stunned and shocked. Then a look of pain crosses his face and it sinks in that I have slapped him, really hard. He brings a hand up to his face and says, " What was that for? "
I reply," That was for making me feel like such an asshole. Was that little display of emotion that I just had for your own enjoyment?"
His face goes from shock to anger. He stands and storms over to me. I decide to stand my ground even though he terrifies me at the moment.
" I apologize for my tardiness, I had some business to attend to, but I came as soon as possible. Is there any way that I can make it up to you?" he says.
" Not after what you put me through." I say, slowly backing away from him. He sees me slinking away and grins wickedly. He begins to move forward slowly, matching the pace that I am setting. Then, he lunges forward and pins me to the wall. He grabs my arms, pins them above my head, and holds them with one of his powerful hands, while the other begins to trace my face.
" Again, I apologize. But I am not going to take your unforgivingness. I have declared my love for you. Twice. And each time you have turned me down. I am not going to take no for an answer anymore." And with that he brings his lips to mine and releases his hand from mine, freeing my arms.
I want to hit him, but I am to caught up in the moment to do it. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck as his hands go to my head.
He pulls away from me and says, " Now do you forgive me?"
"I don't know." I reply. " I might need a little more convincing." He look at me for a moment, then realizes what I am saying. With a flick of his wrist, we are underground. It is just like the dream I had. Everything is so real.
I pause, and realize that the plan that I had in mind wasn't executed, and I withdraw. He stops and looks at me. " What's wrong?" he asks.
"I had this whole plan worked out, and I didn't get to put it into action and execute it." I say.
" Well, what were you going to do?" he asks placing a small kiss on my cheek.
" Well," I begin. " I was planning on calling you and as soon as you came, I was going to seduce you. I was going to tell you how you make me feel, and then I was going to show you how you make me feel."
" You don't have to do that," he says. " You have always done that. Every year when I came to see you, I wanted to tell you how you made me feel, but I always chickened out."
" Well, I guess that we are even then, right?" I say, planting a kiss on his jawline.
" Right." He answers." Well I suppose that we should do something to celebrate, don't you?"
I can only grin as he captures my lips again and picks me up to carry me to his bed, Where we make my dream from a few minutes ago, and from the past years of my life, come true.
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Well, what do ya think. I am contemplating on doing another chapter. Maybe like a morning after, or set it a few month in the future, or maybe a Jareth POV. Please write me with your suggestions. I am at a complete writers block. And check out my other story, " Looking into your heart." Because I am at a block with that. I have gotton a lot of feedback, and I appreciate it, but I want to see more of what you want.