Disclaimers: Yup chapter one is where you can find those.
Ch 11 :Teach me to dance….
Samantha picked at her roast beef quietly and then looked up at Jareth. He sat at the opposite end of the table and he had not looked at her all night. He looked tired and his skin looked more pale then it usually did. Setting her utensils against the off white porcelain plate she asked. "Jareth are you all right?" He looked up at her, his mind obviously having been elsewhere then his dinner. "You..you look pale." She added. She noticed that there was no emotion in his eyes just an emptiness that bothered her deeply.
He looked away from her and picked at his plate. "I'm fine." He said softly. She knew he was hiding something now. She decided to try another approach.
"You know, it's been a long time since I've been to a dance, it's not really my thing either. And I've never been to a ball."
He raised his head to look at her, his eyes suddenly alive with hope, his cheeks growing color. "Are you accepting my invitation?"
"Yes, but I have a bit of a problem." She said looking at him slyly.
"You needn't worry yourself over what you will wear. You will be provided with the finest and most beautiful dress to be found anywhere."
She shook her head. "No I'm not worried about that." He gave her a blank look and she continued. "I've never been to a ball before and I'm not exactly miss graceful herself and I um…I don't know how to dance."
Jareth startled her as he let out a roaring laugh. "My dear girl, you needn't worry about that either. I'll make sure that someone gives you a few lessons and with your quick learning I'm sure you will do just fine."
She smiled at this. "Well I want to make sure that who ever teaches me is well versed and knows what they are doing." She blushed as she leaned over her plate and asked. "Will you teach me?"
"Me?" He echoed incredulously
She smiled smugly. "Yes you. Surely you know how to dance? You've been to these things before and you are a King. They usually know how to dance and deal with all the bits and pieces of political and social events. Besides who else would teach me, a clumsy little goblin?"
'You want me to teach you, do you?" His grin was purely arrogant and she wondered if asking him had been such a good idea. It had seemed like a good idea a moment ago. She nodded meekly and before she knew it, he was at her side pulling her from her chair.
"I didn't mean right this second!" He pulled her out into an area of the dining room that was clear of furniture, ignoring her words. She gasped as she looked down to see that she was no longer dressed in her blue jeans and T-shirt but she now wore a beautiful pale blue ball gown and Jareth was dressed in a dark blue long frock coat., tan leggings and black boots. The collar of his white shirt had ruffles that emerged from the coat's collar. He looked incredibly handsome and she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. He slipped his hand around her waist and with his other hand took her hand into his.
He bent his head down at her and broke her gaze of what he was wearing and looked her straight in the eyes. "Well if we're going to do this properly you must put your other hand on my shoulder." She picked up her hand and hesitated. "I won't bite." He told her and she slowly let her hand fall to the fabric of his coat. Somehow music was playing and it came from every direction. It was instrumental and reminded her of soothing Celtic music. Soft whistles and pan flutes and strings in the background. Slowly they started moving together across the floor. She had never danced before and she felt as if she was suddenly a pro. They were the perfect pair. They waltzed around the room as if they had done this a hundred times before. Jareth's mismatched eyes which only moments before had been devoid of emotion, sparkled with amusement. He was grinning despite himself.
The music eventually slowed and so did their movements. He was no longer twirling her around the room. He was holding her close to him, swaying with the music. He looked into her eyes. They were full of laughter. He grinned devilishly as he pulled her closer to him yet. The laughter escaped from her eyes and joined her lips as they curled up into a smile. Absent- mindedly he stroked the hand he held. Allowing his gloved thumb to skim over her soft skin. Somehow he lost hold of her hand. For a moment he was confused how but then he realized that both of her hands were on his shoulders. She was stroking the fabric of his coat and her hands moved closer and closer to his neck until she had nearly wrapped her arms around him. Their swaying slowed and she leaned closer to him, finally laying her head against his chest, just beneath his chin. They rocked slowly and he found himself touching her hair, letting the long brown curls slide through his fingers. His other hand was on the small of her back as he held her to him, still rocking slowly to the gentle sound of flutes. The scent of her overwhelmed him. Her hair smelled like fresh rose petals and he found himself letting his head roll forward to breathe in more. They were so close together that rocking to the music was becoming impossible. He could feel her lifting her head and he tilted his back to look at her. He nearly froze when he saw that her eyes were filled with passion, a real honest passion that she as revealing to him. The hand that had been stroking her hair lifted hesitantly to her jaw line and she let her face fall into his hand. She closed her eyes as he slowly traced her jaw. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. This proximity to her was unnerving. How had he managed to kiss her with so little emotion as he had the last time? Her eyes were still closed and she remained painfully still as if she were waiting. Waiting for him to make his move. Did he dare make it? Would she suddenly realize what was happening and shatter his heart by pulling away? Her eyes opened and he peered into their blue green orbs. He found that there was no fear, no possibility that she might panic. *I'm dreaming. I must be dreaming. It's the only explanation and I don't ever want to wake up… * He let his face fall closer to hers and her eyes closed once again. His eyelids suddenly felt heavy and he let them fall. His lips touched hers and instantly the kiss became much more then he would have expected. He felt her arms wrap around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him. His hands were in her hair, then fell onto her shoulders, her waist.
Then it hit him, a wave of light headedness and he began to sway. He nearly fell backwards and she broke the kiss staring into his face suddenly afraid. "Jareth? Jareth's what's wrong??" her voice was suddenly frantic. She was trying to hold her to him but his knees buckled beneath him, and she wasn't strong enough to hold him. As he fell to the floor, he pulled a crystal from the air, weaving a quick spell. But the crystal fell from his hand and shattered on the floor as his own body hit the floor. He was trembling and she was squeezing his hand as his vision blurred and everything around him became fuzzy. His head fell to the floor and he reached up with the little strength he had left to cup her face within his hand.
"I love you…." He whispered and darkness overtook him. He didn't hear her as she cried out his name, her voice full of fear and absolute panic. And he didn't feel her face fall into his chest as she sobbed beckoning him to awaken.
Ch 11 :Teach me to dance….
Samantha picked at her roast beef quietly and then looked up at Jareth. He sat at the opposite end of the table and he had not looked at her all night. He looked tired and his skin looked more pale then it usually did. Setting her utensils against the off white porcelain plate she asked. "Jareth are you all right?" He looked up at her, his mind obviously having been elsewhere then his dinner. "You..you look pale." She added. She noticed that there was no emotion in his eyes just an emptiness that bothered her deeply.
He looked away from her and picked at his plate. "I'm fine." He said softly. She knew he was hiding something now. She decided to try another approach.
"You know, it's been a long time since I've been to a dance, it's not really my thing either. And I've never been to a ball."
He raised his head to look at her, his eyes suddenly alive with hope, his cheeks growing color. "Are you accepting my invitation?"
"Yes, but I have a bit of a problem." She said looking at him slyly.
"You needn't worry yourself over what you will wear. You will be provided with the finest and most beautiful dress to be found anywhere."
She shook her head. "No I'm not worried about that." He gave her a blank look and she continued. "I've never been to a ball before and I'm not exactly miss graceful herself and I um…I don't know how to dance."
Jareth startled her as he let out a roaring laugh. "My dear girl, you needn't worry about that either. I'll make sure that someone gives you a few lessons and with your quick learning I'm sure you will do just fine."
She smiled at this. "Well I want to make sure that who ever teaches me is well versed and knows what they are doing." She blushed as she leaned over her plate and asked. "Will you teach me?"
"Me?" He echoed incredulously
She smiled smugly. "Yes you. Surely you know how to dance? You've been to these things before and you are a King. They usually know how to dance and deal with all the bits and pieces of political and social events. Besides who else would teach me, a clumsy little goblin?"
'You want me to teach you, do you?" His grin was purely arrogant and she wondered if asking him had been such a good idea. It had seemed like a good idea a moment ago. She nodded meekly and before she knew it, he was at her side pulling her from her chair.
"I didn't mean right this second!" He pulled her out into an area of the dining room that was clear of furniture, ignoring her words. She gasped as she looked down to see that she was no longer dressed in her blue jeans and T-shirt but she now wore a beautiful pale blue ball gown and Jareth was dressed in a dark blue long frock coat., tan leggings and black boots. The collar of his white shirt had ruffles that emerged from the coat's collar. He looked incredibly handsome and she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. He slipped his hand around her waist and with his other hand took her hand into his.
He bent his head down at her and broke her gaze of what he was wearing and looked her straight in the eyes. "Well if we're going to do this properly you must put your other hand on my shoulder." She picked up her hand and hesitated. "I won't bite." He told her and she slowly let her hand fall to the fabric of his coat. Somehow music was playing and it came from every direction. It was instrumental and reminded her of soothing Celtic music. Soft whistles and pan flutes and strings in the background. Slowly they started moving together across the floor. She had never danced before and she felt as if she was suddenly a pro. They were the perfect pair. They waltzed around the room as if they had done this a hundred times before. Jareth's mismatched eyes which only moments before had been devoid of emotion, sparkled with amusement. He was grinning despite himself.
The music eventually slowed and so did their movements. He was no longer twirling her around the room. He was holding her close to him, swaying with the music. He looked into her eyes. They were full of laughter. He grinned devilishly as he pulled her closer to him yet. The laughter escaped from her eyes and joined her lips as they curled up into a smile. Absent- mindedly he stroked the hand he held. Allowing his gloved thumb to skim over her soft skin. Somehow he lost hold of her hand. For a moment he was confused how but then he realized that both of her hands were on his shoulders. She was stroking the fabric of his coat and her hands moved closer and closer to his neck until she had nearly wrapped her arms around him. Their swaying slowed and she leaned closer to him, finally laying her head against his chest, just beneath his chin. They rocked slowly and he found himself touching her hair, letting the long brown curls slide through his fingers. His other hand was on the small of her back as he held her to him, still rocking slowly to the gentle sound of flutes. The scent of her overwhelmed him. Her hair smelled like fresh rose petals and he found himself letting his head roll forward to breathe in more. They were so close together that rocking to the music was becoming impossible. He could feel her lifting her head and he tilted his back to look at her. He nearly froze when he saw that her eyes were filled with passion, a real honest passion that she as revealing to him. The hand that had been stroking her hair lifted hesitantly to her jaw line and she let her face fall into his hand. She closed her eyes as he slowly traced her jaw. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. This proximity to her was unnerving. How had he managed to kiss her with so little emotion as he had the last time? Her eyes were still closed and she remained painfully still as if she were waiting. Waiting for him to make his move. Did he dare make it? Would she suddenly realize what was happening and shatter his heart by pulling away? Her eyes opened and he peered into their blue green orbs. He found that there was no fear, no possibility that she might panic. *I'm dreaming. I must be dreaming. It's the only explanation and I don't ever want to wake up… * He let his face fall closer to hers and her eyes closed once again. His eyelids suddenly felt heavy and he let them fall. His lips touched hers and instantly the kiss became much more then he would have expected. He felt her arms wrap around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him. His hands were in her hair, then fell onto her shoulders, her waist.
Then it hit him, a wave of light headedness and he began to sway. He nearly fell backwards and she broke the kiss staring into his face suddenly afraid. "Jareth? Jareth's what's wrong??" her voice was suddenly frantic. She was trying to hold her to him but his knees buckled beneath him, and she wasn't strong enough to hold him. As he fell to the floor, he pulled a crystal from the air, weaving a quick spell. But the crystal fell from his hand and shattered on the floor as his own body hit the floor. He was trembling and she was squeezing his hand as his vision blurred and everything around him became fuzzy. His head fell to the floor and he reached up with the little strength he had left to cup her face within his hand.
"I love you…." He whispered and darkness overtook him. He didn't hear her as she cried out his name, her voice full of fear and absolute panic. And he didn't feel her face fall into his chest as she sobbed beckoning him to awaken.
