Jareth lay in bed, gazing at the stone ceiling, contemplating what had just happened. Beside him Sarah lay asleep, recuperating. She had practically seduced him into loving her, taking her innocence. It wasn't the first time but it would definitely be the last. Sarah has made Jareth lose himself to his emotions, something he had never done before, even his first time. If he were to die at that present moment he knew he would die a happy man. Looking at the Grandfather clock by the door Jareth saw they had two and a half hours left before facing Caleb.
Carefully Jareth climbed out of bed, pulling on his long house robe of black velvet. Entering an adjoining room Jareth sat at as ancient looking desk where parchment lay ready. Sitting he began to write,
I have agreed to your terms Caleb. Sarah and I will be in
Diamond Meadow at the specified time.
Conjuring a crystal Jareth sent Caleb the reply, teleporting to the throne room in a puff of glitter.
Sarah woke slowly, stretching like a cat. Reaching to her side she was mildly surprised to find Jareth gone, but his warmth lingered on the fine cotton sheets. Rolling onto her back Sarah looked towards the clock, still unnerved by the thirteen hour thing. They were to meet Caleb at four, it was two now. Two hours to get ready for what could be the end of it all. She was ready to get it over with.
Not bothering to find Jareth Sarah made her way to the bathroom she had seen earlier. She moved gingerly, still slightly sore from where she had been deflowered, walking through Jareth's rooms completely nude. Her body tingled at the remembered passion and love she had shared with the man she loved. Sarah never expected to find something like she and Jareth had, no matter how brief it was. She never thought she would be loved like she was the only woman on the face of the Earth. Scratch that. The only woman in the Underground.
Upon seeing an in ground tub in the completely modern bathroom she was stunned. The thing was the size of a small swimming pool, and nearly as deep. Sarah wished it were full of very warm water and rose scented bubble bath. Instantly the tub was full of steaming, sweet smelling water. She sank down with a sigh, completely submerging herself. She washed her hair and body, luxuriating in the lushness of the moment.
Jareth opened the door to his chambers slowly in case Sarah was still asleep only to find the bed empty. The sheets were tangled and strewn everywhere, along with items of clothing. The scent of their love hung heavy in the air. Excaliber, wrapped in royal purple silk to keep it from touching Fae skin, was cradled in his arms. He was wary of the sword's blade, knowing just a brush of the metal against his skin could make him seriously ill and a scratch would kill him. Quickly he placed the sword on the foot of the bed, smelling the delicate scent of roses wafting from the bathroom.
With cat-like stealth Jareth tip-toed to the partially open doorway, shedding his robe. He spied Sarah with her back to the door, wiping suds from her long coffee colored hair. His mind flashed back to just mere hours ago, and the love they had made. It had been sweet and slow, animalistic and fast. His mouth watered at the intimate knowledge he had of her body that was now hidden beneath light pink bubbles.
"Sweetheart, why are you just standing there?" Sarah asked without turning. He couldn't help smiling at her comment. Obviously her magic was becoming stronger.
"I'm enjoying the view." Jareth wandered over to the side of the pool lazily, a teasing smirk on his lips.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Get in, we don't have forever to play around, yet."
She nearly laughed at the look on her lovers face as he slipped into the water, knowing he was asking himself why he was taking a bubble bath. Jareth eventually gave in, enjoying the warmth of the water as her fingers massaged his back. He was tense due to the 'deal' they had made with Caleb. She nearly wept at the perfection of the moment, not knowing if she would ever experience another glimpse of the Heaven they had shared.
They stood and dried off silently, Sarah's heart beating a mile a minute. 'Will we ever be able to be happy?' She wondered as she dressed in her Aboveground attire. 'Even though our pride got in the way don't we deserve to have each other?'
"Come here darling." Jareth said opening his arms and she went to him.
"Don't worry Sarah." Jareth buried his face in her still damp hair. "You are my Queen, my other half. Why would the Fates have made it that way if we weren't meant to survive?"
"You're right." He breath tickled his neck reassuringly. For several minutes they stayed locked in the embrace, not wanting to lose the love and security they felt at that moment. Jareth looked at the clock, only an hour left. He tightened his arms around his fiancée, lover and soul-mate. She, in turn, snuggled closer.
"Look at me." Jareth tilted Sarah's face up to his to see a thin sheen of unshed tears in her eyes. He knew he was madly in love when he saw her eyes and knew that she was so very beautiful. "No matter what happens I want you to know that I love you."
Sarah's eyes searched Jareth's, seeing the truth in his changeling eyes, glittering like hers with tears. Tears of hope, joy, and of fear. Never before had she seen such emotions in those entrancing eyes. She had to do something to make that sadness leave his eyes. Standing on tip-toe she gave him a quick kiss.
"I know, I love you too. I have for six years." She slipped away and unwrapped Excaliber. "But now we have to put a stop Caleb."
"Do you know how to wield a broadsword?" Jareth asked as Sarah lifted the weapon. Easliy she inspected the sword with a critical eye.
Stepping away Sarah pirouetted, letting Excaliber lead her movements. She did this with smooth and fluid motions. She noticed his awe at the fact she was sword dancing like a mistress of the art, not a human woman.
"Abstract Weaponry 101, Basic Training." Sarah said after her last thrust, keeping the blade well away from Jareth.
"Seems your Agency prepares it's operatives for just about anything." Jareth lounged in a nearby chair by the empty fireplace. She shook her head. Jareth knew what she was thinking, that he looked like a god out of some steamy romance novel.
"They do, knowing anything could be made into a weapon." Sarah stood at his side, running her fingers through his hair that was softer than the purest clouds. He couldn't help purring.
"Hum, I like that particular talent." She laughed. "Do you think it will work?"
"Honestly?" He asked, dreading his answer. "I don't know, I pray it does."
Sarah remained silent and Jareth was too involved with her fingers stroking his scalp, provoking memories of earlier. He was seeing the brighter side of things, envisioning a long life of love and children scapmering about, playing with his goblin subjects. 'If only.'
Carefully Jareth climbed out of bed, pulling on his long house robe of black velvet. Entering an adjoining room Jareth sat at as ancient looking desk where parchment lay ready. Sitting he began to write,
I have agreed to your terms Caleb. Sarah and I will be in
Diamond Meadow at the specified time.
Conjuring a crystal Jareth sent Caleb the reply, teleporting to the throne room in a puff of glitter.
Sarah woke slowly, stretching like a cat. Reaching to her side she was mildly surprised to find Jareth gone, but his warmth lingered on the fine cotton sheets. Rolling onto her back Sarah looked towards the clock, still unnerved by the thirteen hour thing. They were to meet Caleb at four, it was two now. Two hours to get ready for what could be the end of it all. She was ready to get it over with.
Not bothering to find Jareth Sarah made her way to the bathroom she had seen earlier. She moved gingerly, still slightly sore from where she had been deflowered, walking through Jareth's rooms completely nude. Her body tingled at the remembered passion and love she had shared with the man she loved. Sarah never expected to find something like she and Jareth had, no matter how brief it was. She never thought she would be loved like she was the only woman on the face of the Earth. Scratch that. The only woman in the Underground.
Upon seeing an in ground tub in the completely modern bathroom she was stunned. The thing was the size of a small swimming pool, and nearly as deep. Sarah wished it were full of very warm water and rose scented bubble bath. Instantly the tub was full of steaming, sweet smelling water. She sank down with a sigh, completely submerging herself. She washed her hair and body, luxuriating in the lushness of the moment.
Jareth opened the door to his chambers slowly in case Sarah was still asleep only to find the bed empty. The sheets were tangled and strewn everywhere, along with items of clothing. The scent of their love hung heavy in the air. Excaliber, wrapped in royal purple silk to keep it from touching Fae skin, was cradled in his arms. He was wary of the sword's blade, knowing just a brush of the metal against his skin could make him seriously ill and a scratch would kill him. Quickly he placed the sword on the foot of the bed, smelling the delicate scent of roses wafting from the bathroom.
With cat-like stealth Jareth tip-toed to the partially open doorway, shedding his robe. He spied Sarah with her back to the door, wiping suds from her long coffee colored hair. His mind flashed back to just mere hours ago, and the love they had made. It had been sweet and slow, animalistic and fast. His mouth watered at the intimate knowledge he had of her body that was now hidden beneath light pink bubbles.
"Sweetheart, why are you just standing there?" Sarah asked without turning. He couldn't help smiling at her comment. Obviously her magic was becoming stronger.
"I'm enjoying the view." Jareth wandered over to the side of the pool lazily, a teasing smirk on his lips.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Get in, we don't have forever to play around, yet."
She nearly laughed at the look on her lovers face as he slipped into the water, knowing he was asking himself why he was taking a bubble bath. Jareth eventually gave in, enjoying the warmth of the water as her fingers massaged his back. He was tense due to the 'deal' they had made with Caleb. She nearly wept at the perfection of the moment, not knowing if she would ever experience another glimpse of the Heaven they had shared.
They stood and dried off silently, Sarah's heart beating a mile a minute. 'Will we ever be able to be happy?' She wondered as she dressed in her Aboveground attire. 'Even though our pride got in the way don't we deserve to have each other?'
"Come here darling." Jareth said opening his arms and she went to him.
"Don't worry Sarah." Jareth buried his face in her still damp hair. "You are my Queen, my other half. Why would the Fates have made it that way if we weren't meant to survive?"
"You're right." He breath tickled his neck reassuringly. For several minutes they stayed locked in the embrace, not wanting to lose the love and security they felt at that moment. Jareth looked at the clock, only an hour left. He tightened his arms around his fiancée, lover and soul-mate. She, in turn, snuggled closer.
"Look at me." Jareth tilted Sarah's face up to his to see a thin sheen of unshed tears in her eyes. He knew he was madly in love when he saw her eyes and knew that she was so very beautiful. "No matter what happens I want you to know that I love you."
Sarah's eyes searched Jareth's, seeing the truth in his changeling eyes, glittering like hers with tears. Tears of hope, joy, and of fear. Never before had she seen such emotions in those entrancing eyes. She had to do something to make that sadness leave his eyes. Standing on tip-toe she gave him a quick kiss.
"I know, I love you too. I have for six years." She slipped away and unwrapped Excaliber. "But now we have to put a stop Caleb."
"Do you know how to wield a broadsword?" Jareth asked as Sarah lifted the weapon. Easliy she inspected the sword with a critical eye.
Stepping away Sarah pirouetted, letting Excaliber lead her movements. She did this with smooth and fluid motions. She noticed his awe at the fact she was sword dancing like a mistress of the art, not a human woman.
"Abstract Weaponry 101, Basic Training." Sarah said after her last thrust, keeping the blade well away from Jareth.
"Seems your Agency prepares it's operatives for just about anything." Jareth lounged in a nearby chair by the empty fireplace. She shook her head. Jareth knew what she was thinking, that he looked like a god out of some steamy romance novel.
"They do, knowing anything could be made into a weapon." Sarah stood at his side, running her fingers through his hair that was softer than the purest clouds. He couldn't help purring.
"Hum, I like that particular talent." She laughed. "Do you think it will work?"
"Honestly?" He asked, dreading his answer. "I don't know, I pray it does."
Sarah remained silent and Jareth was too involved with her fingers stroking his scalp, provoking memories of earlier. He was seeing the brighter side of things, envisioning a long life of love and children scapmering about, playing with his goblin subjects. 'If only.'