Crystal Tears
Chapter 2
Sarah shivered and snuggled deeper into the warm comforters against her back. The blanket wrapped itself around her waist, tucking her closer still.
Wait-a-minute. . .
She dropped a small hand down to her waist and hesitantly poked at what she had thought to be an electric-blanket, encountering bare flesh.
Quickly drawing her hand back up and holding it to her breast as if that single touch had singed her, Sarah cracked open one eye and peered down.
Yep, just as she thought; someone's arm was wrapped around her waist, the hand attached to the arm rubbing against her skin.
Wuh. . . make that a bare *male* arm.
Sarah made a sound amusingly close to *'Eeeep!'* and would have jumped 3 feet in the air had it not been for the aforementioned arm holding her in place.
Stiffening, she tried to squirm away, but was abruptly pulled back against a very *male* form that was spooning her body.
Make that a very *aroused* male form.
Panicking, Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and struggled, landing a kick against the man's shin. He grunted in pain and rolled her beneath him.
"Sarah! Sarah, calm down luv."
Her movements abruptly ceasing, she again cracked open an eye to peer up at the man situated on top of her.
Sarah blinked. Blinked again.
Nope, not a hallucination.
Jareth, the mighty Goblin King, was staring down at her with a worried expression on his face.
Strange, she had never seen him express that emotion before, not even when his castle was crumbling down around him. It had always been that bored, almost detached mask he seemed to hide behind.
Trying to dispel that line of thinking, she glanced down, following the line of his lean, muscled chest.
Skipping along before she started drooling, she saw that he had her wrists secured near her head, and. . .
Her eyes widened as she realized his lower body was pressed intimately against her own.
A slightly hysterical thought flew through her mind, *"Well, that answers the age old question, 'Boxers or briefs?'"*
The only barrier keeping their skin from touching was her simple red cotton panties and matching bra.
Her gaze jumped back up to meet his, and he must have seen the question in them as he stated,
"Skin-to-skin contact is the best way to raise your body temperature. You have hypothermia. What on earth possessed you to leap into the ocean in the middle of winter?"
Listening to him speak, she suddenly became aware of the chill in the air around them and instinctively burrowed closer to Jareth's warmth, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. He jumped slightly, at the feel of her cold nose against his skin or her willingness to be near him, she wasn't sure which. But he didn't pull away, actually shifting his weight to cover her more fully.
Sarah breathed in his scent and sighed, relaxing her body, but not her guard. She wasn't sure if she could handle a blow to her ego, especially not from him. Her pride was already in tatters.
She was grateful when Jareth let his question go unanswered. But the silence grew, and Sarah found she couldn't stand it any longer. She had to know.
"Why did you save me?"
Though her voice was but a rusty whisper, it seemed to echo around them. Jareth lifted his head to stare down at her once again, this time with a contemplative expression.
* "It seems he's given up on hiding behind a callous mask." * Sarah thought as she waited for him to speak.
His response, brief as it was, was filled with emotion.
"How could I not?"
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~*mad scientist laugh*~ Oooooh, aren't I evil? ^_^ I actually hadn't been planning on add more to Crystal Tears, but I guess the muse was with me. And if I get enough reviews, I might just continue. I know at least a few of you out there are drooling in expectation of a steamy scene. I know I am! ^^;; So remember to review, and if I get enough requests, I'll continue.
-- Ivy
Chapter 2
Sarah shivered and snuggled deeper into the warm comforters against her back. The blanket wrapped itself around her waist, tucking her closer still.
Wait-a-minute. . .
She dropped a small hand down to her waist and hesitantly poked at what she had thought to be an electric-blanket, encountering bare flesh.
Quickly drawing her hand back up and holding it to her breast as if that single touch had singed her, Sarah cracked open one eye and peered down.
Yep, just as she thought; someone's arm was wrapped around her waist, the hand attached to the arm rubbing against her skin.
Wuh. . . make that a bare *male* arm.
Sarah made a sound amusingly close to *'Eeeep!'* and would have jumped 3 feet in the air had it not been for the aforementioned arm holding her in place.
Stiffening, she tried to squirm away, but was abruptly pulled back against a very *male* form that was spooning her body.
Make that a very *aroused* male form.
Panicking, Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and struggled, landing a kick against the man's shin. He grunted in pain and rolled her beneath him.
"Sarah! Sarah, calm down luv."
Her movements abruptly ceasing, she again cracked open an eye to peer up at the man situated on top of her.
Sarah blinked. Blinked again.
Nope, not a hallucination.
Jareth, the mighty Goblin King, was staring down at her with a worried expression on his face.
Strange, she had never seen him express that emotion before, not even when his castle was crumbling down around him. It had always been that bored, almost detached mask he seemed to hide behind.
Trying to dispel that line of thinking, she glanced down, following the line of his lean, muscled chest.
Skipping along before she started drooling, she saw that he had her wrists secured near her head, and. . .
Her eyes widened as she realized his lower body was pressed intimately against her own.
A slightly hysterical thought flew through her mind, *"Well, that answers the age old question, 'Boxers or briefs?'"*
The only barrier keeping their skin from touching was her simple red cotton panties and matching bra.
Her gaze jumped back up to meet his, and he must have seen the question in them as he stated,
"Skin-to-skin contact is the best way to raise your body temperature. You have hypothermia. What on earth possessed you to leap into the ocean in the middle of winter?"
Listening to him speak, she suddenly became aware of the chill in the air around them and instinctively burrowed closer to Jareth's warmth, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. He jumped slightly, at the feel of her cold nose against his skin or her willingness to be near him, she wasn't sure which. But he didn't pull away, actually shifting his weight to cover her more fully.
Sarah breathed in his scent and sighed, relaxing her body, but not her guard. She wasn't sure if she could handle a blow to her ego, especially not from him. Her pride was already in tatters.
She was grateful when Jareth let his question go unanswered. But the silence grew, and Sarah found she couldn't stand it any longer. She had to know.
"Why did you save me?"
Though her voice was but a rusty whisper, it seemed to echo around them. Jareth lifted his head to stare down at her once again, this time with a contemplative expression.
* "It seems he's given up on hiding behind a callous mask." * Sarah thought as she waited for him to speak.
His response, brief as it was, was filled with emotion.
"How could I not?"
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~*mad scientist laugh*~ Oooooh, aren't I evil? ^_^ I actually hadn't been planning on add more to Crystal Tears, but I guess the muse was with me. And if I get enough reviews, I might just continue. I know at least a few of you out there are drooling in expectation of a steamy scene. I know I am! ^^;; So remember to review, and if I get enough requests, I'll continue.
-- Ivy