A/N: Yup, another short piece. I thought I'd just let you all know that I have to slow down again. Don't hate me but when this was first put up I only made it as far as the wedding night before the evil new policy kicked in and it got taken down and I had to repost. So now I'm writing again from scratch so it'll take just an ickle bit longer for the chapters to come out. I'll do my best though (^_^)
TopazQueen1188: Yup I am evil. I'm pretty damn good at it too (^_~) Years of practice. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Jenny: Thanks and enjoy, I think I still managed to be just as evil with this one (^_~)
Redaura: Hope you like this one…I think you're the only other person in the world who knows where I'm going from here. In fact I think you have a better idea than I do (^_^) Enjoy!
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Sarah and Jareth had been dancing together for almost two hours now, both oblivious to the rest of the world, both saying nothing. Sarah had laid her cheek against Jareth's chest, pressed against the cool material of his shirt and the heat of him beneath it. She breathed deeply, delighting in his scent and half waiting for someone or something to destroy it. She wasn't entirely convinced that she wasn't dreaming. She wanted to say a million things and couldn't say any of them. Words would shatter the fragile illusion hanging around them both like spider webs.
Jareth chuckled softly and Sarah felt the vibration pass through him.
"What is it?" she asked quietly.
"Seems our hosts couldn't wait any longer," he remarked with a slight smile.
Sarah lifted her head a little, looking over to the table where Hunter and Kara sat…well had been sitting at. It was now empty, save for a small mouse eating cake. She smiled too and then became serious again in an instant. "Jareth," she began, taking a deep breath. "I have to say that…well that I'm sorry."
Jareth looked down at her, arching one eyebrow. "You're sorry?"
She bit her lip and nodded her head vigorously. "For any pain I might have caused you. I…I said a lot of things five years ago…things I never gave proper thought to and…"
"Oh, you did, did you?" he mocked gently.
"Well, yes," she said seriously, thinking how much of a child she'd been at the time. How terribly young and naive and selfish. "And I…"
"Shush," he murmured, placing one gloved finger against her lips. "What do you say we get out of here?"
"You mean it?" she asked surprised. "You aren't mad?"
"Mad, quite possibly, but angry…no," he smiled and shook his head for emphasis.
She grinned up at him. "In that case I should very much like to leave…with you." The last part was said so quietly that he almost didn't hear it.
"Hold on," he told her and to the shock and amazement of quite a few guests both disappeared, showering those closest with a swirl of glitter.
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Hunter held Kara's body tight against his own, her blood spilling over his lips. He was lost somewhere in her mind, merging fully with her under an onslaught of feelings and images, while she gasped underneath him, the sensation of blood taking following so close on the heels of climax almost too much to bear. She wasn't really sure what was happening to her but she didn't want it to stop. Even when she began to feel dizzy and a small, still rational part of her brain screamed that he was taking too much. Colours swirled and danced behind her closed eyes and she could feel Hunter in her mind, deeper than before, but the world was slipping away from her, and it didn't matter.
Hunter could feel her heartbeat weakening and silently he cursed himself. He had not prepared her for this, never told her what would happen and now it was too late to go back. He had to finish or he was going to loose her. His mouth left her neck and he rose up slightly, his male member still buried inside her. His nails cut into the flesh of his chest over his heart and he cradled her head in his hand, drawing her closer to the wound and the blood that spilled from it.
"Forgive me," he whispered as he pushed her head the final distance.
At first she was reluctant but he was inside her mind, soothing and compelling and her mouth closed over the wound. His eyes closed, waves of pleasure assaulting him as her mouth worked, swallowing the blood that would give her life.
And leave her changed forever.
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It was several hours later before Jareth and Sarah appeared in the centre of her living room amid a swirl of glitter.
"Remind me again why you just had to come back here?" Jareth said, unable to keep the edge from his voice.
Sarah frowned at him. "Am I supposed to drop everything and move in with you because you ordered it?"
"Yes," Jareth said simply as he moved around the small room, taking in his surroundings.
"Well I am dreadfully sorry your majesty but it's not as simple as that!" She snapped.
Jareth stopped and turned to look at her. "It is if you want it to be."
Sarah hesitated. "I have people to talk to," she muttered. "And bags to pack. I can't just up and leave on the whims of an arrogant King."
"Yes," he growled. "You could."
Sarah crossed her arms stubbornly. "No, I can't. I'm only asking for a few days. Then I'll have everything in order and you can come get me."
"What could you possibly have to put in order," he said peevishly.
"A lot," Sarah answered, raising her eyebrows and darning him to contradict her. "Saying goodbye to my family for one thing."
"Well it's not like you'll never see them again," he told her.
She shrugged. "That doesn't mean I just get to disappear."
He frowned, and then crossed his arms. "Fine, you have two days."
"Four," she countered. "I have a lot to pack."
"Fine," he snapped. Then his face broke into a grin and he closed the distance between them before she could protest. He lowered his mouth and brushed his lips against hers in a whisper of silken promise. "I have a feeling life is about to get very interesting," he murmured, and then he was gone.