I am not worthy. I don't own a thing. (cries) Oh well. On with the story right chaps?
Sarah sighed as she heard a knock on her door. She rolled over and looked at her bedside clock. Midnight. She groaned as she sat up. Didn't this person know what time it was? What the hell was this person doing knocking on her door anyway? The knock came again. She sighed again and slid out of bed. She put on he robe, tied the sash, and went to answer the door.
Walking through her studio apartment at night was hazardous. She rammed her shin into the desk and coffee table, frustration building up as the person knocked again.
"I'm coming!" She yelled as she switched on the lights and hobbled to the door.
Shuffling open the door, ready to give the person on the other side a good tongue-lashing but saw who stood on the other side and froze. She froze. Everything inside her froze. Her heart. Her lungs. Her mind. Suddenly as if to make up for lost time, everything started up again at a much faster pace. She had to open her mouth to draw a breath. Her heart began beating violently. A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind. What was he doing here? How did he find her? What did he want? Why was he dressed like that?
At that thought her eyes involuntarily traveled down his length. The tight pants and boots were gone and black slacks with dress shoes were now in their place. The mid-evil type shirts that had so often accompanied a strangely stylish jack were also missing. They had been replaced with a white starched cuffed and collared shirt with a buttoned up black vest. Her eyes went up to his face. The makeup was gone although the 'I'm so much better than you' smirk still remained. His hair was the most shocking difference. Instead of sticking straight up into the air it was brushed back. It was also much shorter, coming down to the base of his skull. The coloring was also much different. The moonlight blond colors still shown through at the roots but then faded into red and then into bright orange at the tips.
His smirk got bigger at the look on her face and he leaned up against the doorframe and folded his arms across his chest.
Sarah realized her mouth was agape and she snapped it shut.
"Hello Sarah," he said in his smooth cultured voice.
She didn't bother greeting him. "What are you doing here?"
He stood straight and dropped his arms. "What? No 'Hello Jareth. How have you been?' No 'How I've missed you Jareth?"
He smirked at her again.
She rolled her eyes and flung the door closed in his unflinching face. She turned around and ran straight into his chest.
He laughed and pressed his hands against her back, sending a tingling feeling though her. Her thoughts scattered and she found herself looking into his eyes.
"Why are you..."
She trailed off as she realized how closed they were.
His smile, for some reason, didn't match the frightening spark in his eyes.
"I came to see you Sarah. Aren't you happy?"
She felt confused. "Why come and see-"
She gasped as his lips brushed against her forehead, sending her thoughts in all directions once again. What were they talking about? He draped his arm over her shoulder and began leading her to her bed. She went without resistance.
He ushered her to he bed and lay her down in the middle. He took off his vest, folded it, and lay it down on the foot of the bed then unbuttoned his shirt down to his stomach, leaving it tucked into his black slacks. Sarah found herself staring at his chest as he stretched out on his side next to her.
Something was wrong. She tried to sit up.
"Jareth-"
He stopped her by putting on of his hands, which she now noticed was ungloved, upon her neck and sliding it under her robe to her shoulder then pushing her back down. Frustratingly her thought vanished. She looked up at his face and saw that strange smirk and sparkle in his eyes. Her breathing shook as he slid his fingers up he neck and to her cheek before running them over her lips.
"Relax Sarah."
She did, then wondered what in the hell she was doing, listening to the Goblin King himself. She tried to sit up.
"Don't."
He grinned at her and brushed his lips against her ear as he whispered into it.
"Don't what Sarah?"
She managed to keep a piece of her thoughts as her mind twirled.
"Stop," she mumbled.
He laughed.
"Don't' stop? Alright."
The last thing she felt before she passed out was Jareth's lips kissing the side of her neck.
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Jareth sat in his tub watching his black rubber duck float among his bath bubbled.
That had gone well. The spell was in place. Now she was his. Perhaps he would play with this for awhile. It couldn't' hurt. Grinning he stood and wrapped himself in one of his white fluffy towels.
Now it was time for the Goblin King to get some rest himself.
T.B.C.
Sarah sighed as she heard a knock on her door. She rolled over and looked at her bedside clock. Midnight. She groaned as she sat up. Didn't this person know what time it was? What the hell was this person doing knocking on her door anyway? The knock came again. She sighed again and slid out of bed. She put on he robe, tied the sash, and went to answer the door.
Walking through her studio apartment at night was hazardous. She rammed her shin into the desk and coffee table, frustration building up as the person knocked again.
"I'm coming!" She yelled as she switched on the lights and hobbled to the door.
Shuffling open the door, ready to give the person on the other side a good tongue-lashing but saw who stood on the other side and froze. She froze. Everything inside her froze. Her heart. Her lungs. Her mind. Suddenly as if to make up for lost time, everything started up again at a much faster pace. She had to open her mouth to draw a breath. Her heart began beating violently. A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind. What was he doing here? How did he find her? What did he want? Why was he dressed like that?
At that thought her eyes involuntarily traveled down his length. The tight pants and boots were gone and black slacks with dress shoes were now in their place. The mid-evil type shirts that had so often accompanied a strangely stylish jack were also missing. They had been replaced with a white starched cuffed and collared shirt with a buttoned up black vest. Her eyes went up to his face. The makeup was gone although the 'I'm so much better than you' smirk still remained. His hair was the most shocking difference. Instead of sticking straight up into the air it was brushed back. It was also much shorter, coming down to the base of his skull. The coloring was also much different. The moonlight blond colors still shown through at the roots but then faded into red and then into bright orange at the tips.
His smirk got bigger at the look on her face and he leaned up against the doorframe and folded his arms across his chest.
Sarah realized her mouth was agape and she snapped it shut.
"Hello Sarah," he said in his smooth cultured voice.
She didn't bother greeting him. "What are you doing here?"
He stood straight and dropped his arms. "What? No 'Hello Jareth. How have you been?' No 'How I've missed you Jareth?"
He smirked at her again.
She rolled her eyes and flung the door closed in his unflinching face. She turned around and ran straight into his chest.
He laughed and pressed his hands against her back, sending a tingling feeling though her. Her thoughts scattered and she found herself looking into his eyes.
"Why are you..."
She trailed off as she realized how closed they were.
His smile, for some reason, didn't match the frightening spark in his eyes.
"I came to see you Sarah. Aren't you happy?"
She felt confused. "Why come and see-"
She gasped as his lips brushed against her forehead, sending her thoughts in all directions once again. What were they talking about? He draped his arm over her shoulder and began leading her to her bed. She went without resistance.
He ushered her to he bed and lay her down in the middle. He took off his vest, folded it, and lay it down on the foot of the bed then unbuttoned his shirt down to his stomach, leaving it tucked into his black slacks. Sarah found herself staring at his chest as he stretched out on his side next to her.
Something was wrong. She tried to sit up.
"Jareth-"
He stopped her by putting on of his hands, which she now noticed was ungloved, upon her neck and sliding it under her robe to her shoulder then pushing her back down. Frustratingly her thought vanished. She looked up at his face and saw that strange smirk and sparkle in his eyes. Her breathing shook as he slid his fingers up he neck and to her cheek before running them over her lips.
"Relax Sarah."
She did, then wondered what in the hell she was doing, listening to the Goblin King himself. She tried to sit up.
"Don't."
He grinned at her and brushed his lips against her ear as he whispered into it.
"Don't what Sarah?"
She managed to keep a piece of her thoughts as her mind twirled.
"Stop," she mumbled.
He laughed.
"Don't' stop? Alright."
The last thing she felt before she passed out was Jareth's lips kissing the side of her neck.
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Jareth sat in his tub watching his black rubber duck float among his bath bubbled.
That had gone well. The spell was in place. Now she was his. Perhaps he would play with this for awhile. It couldn't' hurt. Grinning he stood and wrapped himself in one of his white fluffy towels.
Now it was time for the Goblin King to get some rest himself.
T.B.C.