Hellloooo peeps, thankee kindly for reviews. This stories painfully slow moving, so sorry to all of y'all who clearly got
bored and fell asleep on me ;) nah just kidding.
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Heart pounding so fast she felt sure that he must be able to hear it, Serita flickered her eyes open and gazed about her into
the blackness of the room. She could hear his even breathing, suggesting his sleep. THIS time, she swivelled her eyes round
and saw quite definitely that he was asleep, eyelids fluttering slightly, one of his hands still tangled in her hair.
Cursing silently to herself, she painstakingly, (pausing every few instants with the horrific fear that he had awoken when he
moved), carefully unwound her hair from his lazy grip. Rolling swiftly out of the bed, she dressed in the total darkness,
freezing on several instances when she heard him let out a sigh or shift slightly. She decided upon stealing some more hardy
clothes once she had exited the domain of the Labyrinth. She paused as she filled her pockets with whatever trinkets she
could find of worth in the room and glanced down at his sleeping form. She did not believe she had ever felt heat in the way
she did when he looked at her, filling her stomach up like a hurt. Shaking herself, forcing herself out of that type of
mindset, she inched the door open and crept out.
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"Jareth I can't do this any more..."
"You have to. This isn't something that can be stopped Sarah. It runs its course until the end..."
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Several months later Serita still found herself thinking of the King with mismatched eyes in moments of idleness. This made
her begin to distrust even herself. The thoughts were not really on anything other than him, they were not loving thoughts,
intimate thoughts or hateful thoughts. Even if they were she would doubtless have not been able to acknowledge them were
they affectionate. It was merely the fact that she thought of him at all that aggravated her. Never before had she dwelled
on anyone, least of all a man. She had never experienced that much pleasure before in being with a man. Occasional
twinges maybe, but the men held little interest in her enjoying herself, and she had little intention of doing so. Jareth
hadn't seemed content with her just lying back and letting him do what he wanted however. He had wanted her to want him back.
She smirked slightly on every occasion she recollected how she had dragged her nails down his back. If that wasn't proof
enough she didn't know what was. She had probably scarred the poor man for life. She tried to attribute her mind slyly
returning to him to this newfound pleasure he had given her and nothing more. For truly what else was there to know, or even
to like?
Most commonly she thought of how the first time she had attempted to creep out of bed beside him, he had still been awake.
"And where are you going?" he had inquired softly in the silence, causing her heart to die for an instant. They both knew
there was no reply for her to give that would not do damage as he turned her and began to kiss her again...
But the aggravation was only minor, and provided she kept herself busy with current projects and small technicalities such as
staying alive, she did not think on him at all. She continued to travel on her way, eyes holding the same sheen of vibrance
as they always had, smile still as infrequently seen and as sarcastic.
Back inside the intricacies of the Labyrinth, Jareth faired no better. If the truth were told, he faired a great deal worse.
Serita's lack of experience with people gave her the blessed gift of shutting off from emotions that made no sense to her or
could not be helped. Jareth had no such privelege, even if his heart had been calloused since he had been born a fae noble.
His preoccupation with Serita, the deliciously fiery little thief that managed to disappear into nothingness, caused him
no end of aggravation. Why should she mean anything when others, some more beautiful even, had meant nothing? Not only the
unravelling of this mystery but the acknowledgement that there even WAS a mystery to be solved in a mere woman caused his
mood to be increasingly black and violent. Rooms full of furniture were destroyed in an instant when his temper snapped for
what appeared to be no good reason to all of his subjects. How DARE she just leave? Just creep out like the thieving whore
she was? Even on the occasions he thought this he simultaneously derided himself. He had known all too well that she would
attempt to escape, if not at first then certainly after he had awoken to find her sliding out of bed. He had not been able
to bring himself to say a word, not wanting to hear whatever sly excuses would clamber up from her clever soul, turning her
instead, kissing her, stopping her lies with his tongue in her mouth, with his hands... These thought patterns, followed by
the acknowledgement that the intensity he shared with this thief, however fleeting it might turn out to be, was quite unique,
never ceased to fill him with anger.
"Speak to me your Highness."
Only Orin could speak in such a tone of demanding and yet kindness at the same time. Jareth glowered across at his friend
who reclined across a windowseat, throwing grapes with a bored distraction at passing goblins below. "Talk of what?" Jareth
seethed through his teeth, wanting the privacy of his brooding thoughts. "Of the girl that displeases you. And curse me all
the way to whatever unimaginable place you wish, I know it to be a woman for you've been this way since that thief left.
Could you not get your way with her?" Orin further coaxed after a moment of silence, aware that questioning Jareth's ability
at seduction would ruffle his proud feathers. Naturally, it worked "On the contrary Orin, I got a great deal of my way with
her." Jareth replied, allowing the first smirk to pass his lips for several months. "Then perhaps you found she did not meet
up to your expectations? Perhaps she has stolen more than mere objects, perhaps she's cut off your favorite... tool?"
Inquired Orin, raising an eyebrow in such sarcastic stipulation that Jareth could not help laughing. He swiftly sobered and
straightened. Orin, acknowledging that Jareth was about to speak with him in confidential and serious terms, turned himself
and faced him. "... I don't know what it quite was. She was so alive, and fiery... And she hated me, but it was a careless
kind of hate, as though it didn't really matter to her whether I was even existing in this world..." "Are you drawing to a
point Jareth or must I guess at the problem through all this vagueness?" said Orin sharply, not only having grown weary of his
friend and lord's melancholy but also concerned regarding it. Jareth sighed and flopped back into his seat, increasing Orin's
worry. Rarely had he ever found Jareth to be too distracted to even retort a barbed comment. Jareth now rubbed his hand
over his eyes and gesticulated vaguely "... Before, whenever I had a woman, once was enough... But I was not done with that
woman. Do not think I am in love with her Orin," Jareth swiftly added derisively, seeing Orin's eyes widen in shock. "But
I want her back."
Orin sighed heavily, shaking his head slightly in mitigating humour "Poor poor Jareth." he rose swiftly and pulled his gloves
on, signalling out of the window for a goblin to fetch his horse. "If finding this woman will get you out of your dull state
I will find her for you. I don't think I can endure more of your sighing and whining." Orin said, quirking an eyebrow at his
King. Jareth smiled, knowing the love that was expressed in this gesture despite how adamantly they both covered up all their
feelings regarding each other. Orin was like a brother to him, but he would never dare confess such a thing. "Thank you
Orin. And don't feel obliged to return too swiftly, I can easily care for this kingdom alone."
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Soz this chpt took ages (and ain't too good, sigh) but I've been a very busy bunny. REVIEWS much loved!!! Oooh and plz go
and look at my original writing thingy, it ain't too long, and REVIEW THAT TOO!!!!!
bored and fell asleep on me ;) nah just kidding.
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Heart pounding so fast she felt sure that he must be able to hear it, Serita flickered her eyes open and gazed about her into
the blackness of the room. She could hear his even breathing, suggesting his sleep. THIS time, she swivelled her eyes round
and saw quite definitely that he was asleep, eyelids fluttering slightly, one of his hands still tangled in her hair.
Cursing silently to herself, she painstakingly, (pausing every few instants with the horrific fear that he had awoken when he
moved), carefully unwound her hair from his lazy grip. Rolling swiftly out of the bed, she dressed in the total darkness,
freezing on several instances when she heard him let out a sigh or shift slightly. She decided upon stealing some more hardy
clothes once she had exited the domain of the Labyrinth. She paused as she filled her pockets with whatever trinkets she
could find of worth in the room and glanced down at his sleeping form. She did not believe she had ever felt heat in the way
she did when he looked at her, filling her stomach up like a hurt. Shaking herself, forcing herself out of that type of
mindset, she inched the door open and crept out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Jareth I can't do this any more..."
"You have to. This isn't something that can be stopped Sarah. It runs its course until the end..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Several months later Serita still found herself thinking of the King with mismatched eyes in moments of idleness. This made
her begin to distrust even herself. The thoughts were not really on anything other than him, they were not loving thoughts,
intimate thoughts or hateful thoughts. Even if they were she would doubtless have not been able to acknowledge them were
they affectionate. It was merely the fact that she thought of him at all that aggravated her. Never before had she dwelled
on anyone, least of all a man. She had never experienced that much pleasure before in being with a man. Occasional
twinges maybe, but the men held little interest in her enjoying herself, and she had little intention of doing so. Jareth
hadn't seemed content with her just lying back and letting him do what he wanted however. He had wanted her to want him back.
She smirked slightly on every occasion she recollected how she had dragged her nails down his back. If that wasn't proof
enough she didn't know what was. She had probably scarred the poor man for life. She tried to attribute her mind slyly
returning to him to this newfound pleasure he had given her and nothing more. For truly what else was there to know, or even
to like?
Most commonly she thought of how the first time she had attempted to creep out of bed beside him, he had still been awake.
"And where are you going?" he had inquired softly in the silence, causing her heart to die for an instant. They both knew
there was no reply for her to give that would not do damage as he turned her and began to kiss her again...
But the aggravation was only minor, and provided she kept herself busy with current projects and small technicalities such as
staying alive, she did not think on him at all. She continued to travel on her way, eyes holding the same sheen of vibrance
as they always had, smile still as infrequently seen and as sarcastic.
Back inside the intricacies of the Labyrinth, Jareth faired no better. If the truth were told, he faired a great deal worse.
Serita's lack of experience with people gave her the blessed gift of shutting off from emotions that made no sense to her or
could not be helped. Jareth had no such privelege, even if his heart had been calloused since he had been born a fae noble.
His preoccupation with Serita, the deliciously fiery little thief that managed to disappear into nothingness, caused him
no end of aggravation. Why should she mean anything when others, some more beautiful even, had meant nothing? Not only the
unravelling of this mystery but the acknowledgement that there even WAS a mystery to be solved in a mere woman caused his
mood to be increasingly black and violent. Rooms full of furniture were destroyed in an instant when his temper snapped for
what appeared to be no good reason to all of his subjects. How DARE she just leave? Just creep out like the thieving whore
she was? Even on the occasions he thought this he simultaneously derided himself. He had known all too well that she would
attempt to escape, if not at first then certainly after he had awoken to find her sliding out of bed. He had not been able
to bring himself to say a word, not wanting to hear whatever sly excuses would clamber up from her clever soul, turning her
instead, kissing her, stopping her lies with his tongue in her mouth, with his hands... These thought patterns, followed by
the acknowledgement that the intensity he shared with this thief, however fleeting it might turn out to be, was quite unique,
never ceased to fill him with anger.
"Speak to me your Highness."
Only Orin could speak in such a tone of demanding and yet kindness at the same time. Jareth glowered across at his friend
who reclined across a windowseat, throwing grapes with a bored distraction at passing goblins below. "Talk of what?" Jareth
seethed through his teeth, wanting the privacy of his brooding thoughts. "Of the girl that displeases you. And curse me all
the way to whatever unimaginable place you wish, I know it to be a woman for you've been this way since that thief left.
Could you not get your way with her?" Orin further coaxed after a moment of silence, aware that questioning Jareth's ability
at seduction would ruffle his proud feathers. Naturally, it worked "On the contrary Orin, I got a great deal of my way with
her." Jareth replied, allowing the first smirk to pass his lips for several months. "Then perhaps you found she did not meet
up to your expectations? Perhaps she has stolen more than mere objects, perhaps she's cut off your favorite... tool?"
Inquired Orin, raising an eyebrow in such sarcastic stipulation that Jareth could not help laughing. He swiftly sobered and
straightened. Orin, acknowledging that Jareth was about to speak with him in confidential and serious terms, turned himself
and faced him. "... I don't know what it quite was. She was so alive, and fiery... And she hated me, but it was a careless
kind of hate, as though it didn't really matter to her whether I was even existing in this world..." "Are you drawing to a
point Jareth or must I guess at the problem through all this vagueness?" said Orin sharply, not only having grown weary of his
friend and lord's melancholy but also concerned regarding it. Jareth sighed and flopped back into his seat, increasing Orin's
worry. Rarely had he ever found Jareth to be too distracted to even retort a barbed comment. Jareth now rubbed his hand
over his eyes and gesticulated vaguely "... Before, whenever I had a woman, once was enough... But I was not done with that
woman. Do not think I am in love with her Orin," Jareth swiftly added derisively, seeing Orin's eyes widen in shock. "But
I want her back."
Orin sighed heavily, shaking his head slightly in mitigating humour "Poor poor Jareth." he rose swiftly and pulled his gloves
on, signalling out of the window for a goblin to fetch his horse. "If finding this woman will get you out of your dull state
I will find her for you. I don't think I can endure more of your sighing and whining." Orin said, quirking an eyebrow at his
King. Jareth smiled, knowing the love that was expressed in this gesture despite how adamantly they both covered up all their
feelings regarding each other. Orin was like a brother to him, but he would never dare confess such a thing. "Thank you
Orin. And don't feel obliged to return too swiftly, I can easily care for this kingdom alone."
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Soz this chpt took ages (and ain't too good, sigh) but I've been a very busy bunny. REVIEWS much loved!!! Oooh and plz go
and look at my original writing thingy, it ain't too long, and REVIEW THAT TOO!!!!!