Serita ignored Jareth even as she heard him approach her after he had entered, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the view that
his chambers offered her of the Labyrinth. She wished she could have seen that which she had heard the guards muttering of,
the very walls shifting and reshaping all of their own invention. She glanced down at the dress she had been given to wear.
Far less stout than anything she had owned before, made of some kind of flimsy, floating material that gave off a gentle
sheen of purple. At least it made her attempt at seduction easier, combined with the perfumes that she had been liberally
smothered in by the serving girls. When she had viewed herself in the mirror she had laughed in raucous, self-deprecating
humour. She could almost pass for a lady. She toyed with the sleeve absentmindedly, wondering that the King could afford to
give such elaborate dresses to women who would mean very little after the dress had been... removed. Or maybe the same
dress was used on all of the girls so poorly duped into thinking they were special. The very thought made her smirk
privately in a mixture of disgust and amusement. She was brought out of her musings by the feeling of his hot breath on her
neck. "I feel I should congratulate whoever thought to give you such a dress." he said softly, his gaze flickering up to her
eyes briefly as she turned to face him before perusing the outfit once more. "Isn't it just lovely?" she said sweetly,
finding it very hard to supress a giggle at the blatancy of his stare. When would men cease to be so easily distracted?
To her surprise, he swiftly looked up at her once more and tilted his head in a bizarrely calculating, animal way that made
her spine ripple with awareness. "Now, Serita.... princess.... Do you really believe you are aware of weaknesses in the
all the domains that this Underworld contains? You are not old enough to have travelled throughout the entire Underworld"
She had positively bristled at the mention of her name's meaning, clenching her teeth, concealing it in the blinking of an
eye. "You look like a lady. Think as one for one evening." she ordered herself, willing herself to become submissive, weak,
supple as a flower. She didn't think she had enough power in her to do it, to lie down and break for anyone. She could
twist and alter herself for the benefits of her situation, but her core had never changed. Survival might as well have been
written on her bones. "My mother thief taught me of many places I have yet to see, Your Highness..." she spoke finally,
tilting her head similarly, attempting to disguise her instinctive derision behind the title. "Why do you call me by that
title when it means nothing to you?" he said, sounding highly amused himself, enjoying her insolence immensely. She allowed
herself a grimace, not caring how un-lady like it seemed. "Men enjoy having their egos inflated." she replied swiftly before
she could prevent herself, surprised when he laughed harshly. "More than true. Jareth." he said simply, his gaze locking
with hers. She slowly smiled, stepping forward "Jareth..." she repeated in a soft whisper, gliding her hands up his chest
before brushing her mouth against his, flickering out her tongue to touch his bottom lip... "You have a fabulous view." she
commented, turning and stepping away from him to look out of the window.
Jareth was frozen stiff with disbelief and indignation. NO woman had ever dared tease him, had ever been so presumptuous as
to even try it. They had let him have his way with him, had begged for him, and offered him all kinds of unimaginable favours,
but none had had the sheer gall to give so little and then take even that away. What further filled him with anger and
confusion was that he didn't know whether he was furious with her for this arrogance or furious with her for not continuing,
or even furious at all. People had died for far less, merely because he had decided it. He couldn't decide whether he
wanted to choke the life out of her or devour her, and he did not like the indecision she invoked in him even as he felt
overwhelmed by the invigorating freedom that was her.
"Do you know how dangerous it is, to try and play with me? You may not think it, but you are so weak and fragile... and could
come to harm, very easily." he said finally, stepping up to behind her, not allowing more than an inch to stand between them,
taking in the scent they had smothered her in, but more importantly, HER scent. A chuckle escaped from her as easily as the
scent did, her demeanour uncaring "Attempting to intimidate Jareth?" She turned only to be forcefully pushed against the
wall, his body pressed into hers before his mouth descended upon hers in an almost furious kiss. Such was her surprise, not
only at his lack of composure but her own reaction to his kiss, she did not return the kiss at first. He broke it for an
instant, smiling slightly, his breathing harsh. "Come come Serita, I'm sure you've done this before" he whispered with a
a mocking laugh before continuing the hot kiss. Furious, Serita bit his tongue even as she now returned it, further amazed
when his only response was a swift chuff of laughter before pressing himself against her harder, hands roaming over any skin
that was already exposed...
The knock at the door was so loud and unexpected that Serita leapt back, smacking her head against the wall. Letting out a
short growl Jareth turned to the door "Come in!" he snapped sharply, stepping back from Serita and leaving her disturbed that
she regretted the interruption. A goblin nervously entered, head bowed. He obviously expected them to be in a far further
state of undress than they were. "Sorry your highness.... there's.... a problem.... Orin wants to talk to you about the
army." the goblin mumbled, backing away even as it spoke. Jareth let out an exasperated sigh and closed his eyes for a long
moment. He opened them to see Serita awkwardly rubbing her kiss swollen lips, a sight that made him grit his teeth in a
frustrating mixture of anger and want. Turning her to face him with a finger under her chin, he kissed her again,
brushing his lips lightly across her forehead. "I won't be long..." he said before heading for the door, pausing and staring
back, a vague smile on his face. "And don't think of leaving." he continued, glancing at the doorknob. A snake materialised
and coiled itself around the handle, flickering it's black tongue out and giving out a shuddering hiss.
Serita eyed it warily as she waited, pacing back and forth, relacing the front of her dress that had for some BIZARRE reason
come undone... She rubbed her hands across her face, not liking the gnawing feeling of.... anxiety? Whatever it was it
was crawling through her stomach, eating it's way around inside her. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. She was
contemplating climbing on to his bed and going to sleep, but for some reason the idea of sleeping in Jareth's bed was
decidedly unnerving. "What the Hell's wrong with me? I've slept in men's beds before, I've seduced men before, I've let
myself be used by them before! What does it matter?" In that instant she felt a hand glide around her stomach from behind
and tensed, relaxing with painful slowness as Jareth began to kiss her neck and throat, his hot breath against her cold
skin sending ripples of shudders through her. He gently turned her and smiled again, flickering his tongue across her lower
lip. "Cold Serita?" he teased, sliding his hands down her back, causing her to wriggle even more. Raising her chin defiantly,
she leaned up and kissed him ravenously, unbuttoning his shirt. He laughed even as she kissed him, revelling in the anger
that kept everything she did full of fire, pulling at her clothes also, manipulating her backwards. There was something
savage and beautiful inside of her that he wanted to see. Even if it meant breaking what was on the outside...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Awwww, heard no more NC/17 type stuff, so you guys don't get to read my pathetic smut! It's very amusing honest! Anyways
plz reviews, me like nice shiny reviews! *wanders off shaking her head and mumbling about thinking like a magpie*
his chambers offered her of the Labyrinth. She wished she could have seen that which she had heard the guards muttering of,
the very walls shifting and reshaping all of their own invention. She glanced down at the dress she had been given to wear.
Far less stout than anything she had owned before, made of some kind of flimsy, floating material that gave off a gentle
sheen of purple. At least it made her attempt at seduction easier, combined with the perfumes that she had been liberally
smothered in by the serving girls. When she had viewed herself in the mirror she had laughed in raucous, self-deprecating
humour. She could almost pass for a lady. She toyed with the sleeve absentmindedly, wondering that the King could afford to
give such elaborate dresses to women who would mean very little after the dress had been... removed. Or maybe the same
dress was used on all of the girls so poorly duped into thinking they were special. The very thought made her smirk
privately in a mixture of disgust and amusement. She was brought out of her musings by the feeling of his hot breath on her
neck. "I feel I should congratulate whoever thought to give you such a dress." he said softly, his gaze flickering up to her
eyes briefly as she turned to face him before perusing the outfit once more. "Isn't it just lovely?" she said sweetly,
finding it very hard to supress a giggle at the blatancy of his stare. When would men cease to be so easily distracted?
To her surprise, he swiftly looked up at her once more and tilted his head in a bizarrely calculating, animal way that made
her spine ripple with awareness. "Now, Serita.... princess.... Do you really believe you are aware of weaknesses in the
all the domains that this Underworld contains? You are not old enough to have travelled throughout the entire Underworld"
She had positively bristled at the mention of her name's meaning, clenching her teeth, concealing it in the blinking of an
eye. "You look like a lady. Think as one for one evening." she ordered herself, willing herself to become submissive, weak,
supple as a flower. She didn't think she had enough power in her to do it, to lie down and break for anyone. She could
twist and alter herself for the benefits of her situation, but her core had never changed. Survival might as well have been
written on her bones. "My mother thief taught me of many places I have yet to see, Your Highness..." she spoke finally,
tilting her head similarly, attempting to disguise her instinctive derision behind the title. "Why do you call me by that
title when it means nothing to you?" he said, sounding highly amused himself, enjoying her insolence immensely. She allowed
herself a grimace, not caring how un-lady like it seemed. "Men enjoy having their egos inflated." she replied swiftly before
she could prevent herself, surprised when he laughed harshly. "More than true. Jareth." he said simply, his gaze locking
with hers. She slowly smiled, stepping forward "Jareth..." she repeated in a soft whisper, gliding her hands up his chest
before brushing her mouth against his, flickering out her tongue to touch his bottom lip... "You have a fabulous view." she
commented, turning and stepping away from him to look out of the window.
Jareth was frozen stiff with disbelief and indignation. NO woman had ever dared tease him, had ever been so presumptuous as
to even try it. They had let him have his way with him, had begged for him, and offered him all kinds of unimaginable favours,
but none had had the sheer gall to give so little and then take even that away. What further filled him with anger and
confusion was that he didn't know whether he was furious with her for this arrogance or furious with her for not continuing,
or even furious at all. People had died for far less, merely because he had decided it. He couldn't decide whether he
wanted to choke the life out of her or devour her, and he did not like the indecision she invoked in him even as he felt
overwhelmed by the invigorating freedom that was her.
"Do you know how dangerous it is, to try and play with me? You may not think it, but you are so weak and fragile... and could
come to harm, very easily." he said finally, stepping up to behind her, not allowing more than an inch to stand between them,
taking in the scent they had smothered her in, but more importantly, HER scent. A chuckle escaped from her as easily as the
scent did, her demeanour uncaring "Attempting to intimidate Jareth?" She turned only to be forcefully pushed against the
wall, his body pressed into hers before his mouth descended upon hers in an almost furious kiss. Such was her surprise, not
only at his lack of composure but her own reaction to his kiss, she did not return the kiss at first. He broke it for an
instant, smiling slightly, his breathing harsh. "Come come Serita, I'm sure you've done this before" he whispered with a
a mocking laugh before continuing the hot kiss. Furious, Serita bit his tongue even as she now returned it, further amazed
when his only response was a swift chuff of laughter before pressing himself against her harder, hands roaming over any skin
that was already exposed...
The knock at the door was so loud and unexpected that Serita leapt back, smacking her head against the wall. Letting out a
short growl Jareth turned to the door "Come in!" he snapped sharply, stepping back from Serita and leaving her disturbed that
she regretted the interruption. A goblin nervously entered, head bowed. He obviously expected them to be in a far further
state of undress than they were. "Sorry your highness.... there's.... a problem.... Orin wants to talk to you about the
army." the goblin mumbled, backing away even as it spoke. Jareth let out an exasperated sigh and closed his eyes for a long
moment. He opened them to see Serita awkwardly rubbing her kiss swollen lips, a sight that made him grit his teeth in a
frustrating mixture of anger and want. Turning her to face him with a finger under her chin, he kissed her again,
brushing his lips lightly across her forehead. "I won't be long..." he said before heading for the door, pausing and staring
back, a vague smile on his face. "And don't think of leaving." he continued, glancing at the doorknob. A snake materialised
and coiled itself around the handle, flickering it's black tongue out and giving out a shuddering hiss.
Serita eyed it warily as she waited, pacing back and forth, relacing the front of her dress that had for some BIZARRE reason
come undone... She rubbed her hands across her face, not liking the gnawing feeling of.... anxiety? Whatever it was it
was crawling through her stomach, eating it's way around inside her. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. She was
contemplating climbing on to his bed and going to sleep, but for some reason the idea of sleeping in Jareth's bed was
decidedly unnerving. "What the Hell's wrong with me? I've slept in men's beds before, I've seduced men before, I've let
myself be used by them before! What does it matter?" In that instant she felt a hand glide around her stomach from behind
and tensed, relaxing with painful slowness as Jareth began to kiss her neck and throat, his hot breath against her cold
skin sending ripples of shudders through her. He gently turned her and smiled again, flickering his tongue across her lower
lip. "Cold Serita?" he teased, sliding his hands down her back, causing her to wriggle even more. Raising her chin defiantly,
she leaned up and kissed him ravenously, unbuttoning his shirt. He laughed even as she kissed him, revelling in the anger
that kept everything she did full of fire, pulling at her clothes also, manipulating her backwards. There was something
savage and beautiful inside of her that he wanted to see. Even if it meant breaking what was on the outside...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Awwww, heard no more NC/17 type stuff, so you guys don't get to read my pathetic smut! It's very amusing honest! Anyways
plz reviews, me like nice shiny reviews! *wanders off shaking her head and mumbling about thinking like a magpie*