Warning: This chapter is not as explicit as Chapter 14, but it still has a
bit of fun thrown in. If you are allergic to the kind of fun Jareth and
Sarah are wont to indulge in (or just plain too young), don't read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own these people. They are free citizens of the Underground (although Jim Henson may beg to differ).
Chapter 17
Jareth felt Sarah slip from the bed, waited five minutes and then followed her to the place he knew she would be. His wife had been lying to him last night and he was determined to find out why. When he reached the library, he cloaked himself with an invisibility spell and slid between the doors as silently as he could. His eyes found her quickly, hunched in the corner, pouring over his reference cabinet. She looked so small and lovely in the candlelight, and also so determined. What in seven hells was that little minx doing?
Jareth's vigil was finally rewarded when he saw her set off the light spell. Dear god, she had really pulled it off - without even so much as a stitch of training and hardly any concentration from the looks of her while she had been whispering the words. At least she looked as surprised as he felt. He knew his wife had considerable power at her disposal but never dreamed that she would be so quick to learn to use it. Well, what had he been thinking? He had married SARAH after all - not some random, silly little sprite. Once again, WHAT had he been THINKING? And why, oh why, did he have to be so utterly in love with his wife?
The idea of allowing her to have the upper hand was unthinkable. She might be his queen and he might have been fool enough to allow her protection from the worst of his spells by giving her that ring, but he was still King of the Underground. He wouldn't need magic to teach her a lesson about the consequences of lying to him.
Jareth watched her glowing features light up in a smile as he crept closer. Even though he still was invisible, Sarah could have heard his approach had she been listening, but she was far too absorbed in setting off her first spell to notice him. He was able to wrap his arms around his beautiful wife and blindfold her before she even thought to fight him. She was so frightened he almost felt sorry for her - almost.
Without ceremony, he transported both of them to their chambers and pressed her squirming body onto the bed. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this. Now where should he begin?
"Jareth! Let me go! I haven't done anything wrong!"
"Oh REALLY?"
So much sarcasm dripped from Jareth's tone that it would have splashed all over Sarah if that had actually been possible.
"I suppose telling your husband half-truths about your nighttime wanderings is perfectly innocent? What exactly were you intending to do, my sweet? Teach yourself enough magic to escape from me?"
Sarah gulped. The all-powerful sorcerer who had blindfolded her and was now holding her down to the bed was hitting a little too close to home. Not that she was scared or anything.
"Now, darling, let's be reasonable," Sarah said, trying to adopt the most cajoling tone she could muster.
Jareth swore to himself. She was calling him 'darling' again. Dammit.
"We both know I could never leave you now that we're married - " Sarah's voice broke as Jareth's lips feathered over her ear.
"That - at least - is certainly the truth," he breathed, his mouth trailing lower toward the curve of her breast. "But there are other truths for you to understand. Sarah. You. Belong. To. Me." Jareth emphasized each word with a nip that while not exactly intended to be painful, was hard enough to let Sarah know she was still in trouble. "Since. You. Are. MINE. I will accept nothing less from you than the entire TRUTH. At. All. Times."
Jareth gazed at the tiny bite marks that covered Sarah's white throat and the tops of her breasts with satisfaction. She took advantage of his brief moment of preoccupation to try to heave herself from beneath his weight, but he was far too fast and too strong. Jareth locked her back underneath him and brought his lips so close to hers that they brushed against them teasingly as he spoke.
"I can't have you keeping up that kind of behavior all night, Sarah. And yes, I do think this will take ALL night."
With that, Jareth drew several silken scarves around each of her wrists, using them to secure her tightly to the bed.
Shit. This was getting bad.
Or good.
No! BAD! Definitely bad!
Sarah strained against her bonds only to find that Jareth had done a very good job of making sure she wouldn't be moving much.
"Darling." she pleaded, still trying to twist away from him even though she knew it was hopeless.
Jareth knew he couldn't hold out if she kept calling him that, so he decided to quiet her with a long, slow, punishing kiss.
Sarah's endearments were all reduced to a somewhat smothered "mmph!" under Jareth's ministrations. She tensed as his hands started to roam over her supple flesh, pushing the robe she was wearing aside. She couldn't see anything he was about to do, but could hear him suck in his breath as her body was exposed to his gaze. She was expecting whatever he had planned to hurt quite a bit and braced herself for what was coming.
Jareth saw her rigid and trembling beneath him and almost relented. She must think he was some kind of monster. Very well then. Let her wonder.
With soft, slow strokes, he started to massage her body, kneading every inch of tension from her muscles. Against her better judgment, Sarah felt her body melt like butter under his fingertips and a groan of pleasure escaped her lips. Massage? He was giving her a MASSAGE? If this was punishment, she vowed to make Jareth's life as difficult as possible for the rest of her days.
Delightful! Jareth thought. So far this was going according to plan.
As soon as he felt her body begin to ripple with contentment, Jareth reached up and twisted his hand in her hair so that he could hold her head perfectly still. Sarah gave a small cry of alarm that he quickly silenced with another deep, possessive kiss. He tightened his hold on her, one arm circling her waist, the other free to explore her beauty at will. His hands on her body were demanding, crushing her to him in a cruel embrace, bringing a gasp from her lips as his caresses became bolder.
Jareth's touch was gentle compared to the emotions storming around inside Sarah. She was furious that he thought he could just swoop her up any old time and .and.make her feel so wonderful, damn the man. She couldn't deny her fear at being left completely vulnerable before him, nor could she deny the desire that seemed to sear through her like lightning. And further to all of that, she was good and pissed off.
No matter what he did to her tonight she was going to memorize that pound cake spell come hell or high water.
"Please, Jareth. Let's talk about this.mmph."
It was clear that her husband had no intention of allowing her to defend herself.
Jareth started nipping at her again, this time lightly as he pressed the length of his body along Sarah's, grinding his hips against hers so that she could feel the full measure of the effect she was having on him. He felt her pull away, but would have none of it and roughly yanked her back against him.
"Jareth. I mean it. LET ME GO!! You are being completely unfair!"
The Goblin King only laughed as he looked down on his flushed and panting queen. Really he didn't think she had ever looked lovelier.
"Sarah, Sarah. You say that so often-"
"You wonder what my basis for comparison is. I get it. I get it already. Now untie me this instant."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear. There are consequences for those who lie to me. Dire consequences."
Sarah's lower lip jutted out defiantly, but inside, she was quaking. Well, seething would be a more accurate term for her feelings and yes, she had every intention of dealing with Jareth as soon as she was out of this, but that would be then. This was now. Now was feeling a little scary.
"So you wanted to learn about magic? Why not tell me the truth about that? Hmmm?"
Jareth punctuated his questions with tantalizing little flicks of his tongue along some very sensitive regions. A soft moan escaped Sarah's lips in response. Why she was shamelessly plastering herself to her husband when she should be enraged at him was beyond her. Ha! Who was she kidding? She knew perfectly well why her body was acting like an industrial adhesive. Well, if she was Queen of the Underground now, she had once been an American citizen and maintained her right to Plead the Fifth.
A sharp bite on her collarbone brought her to attention.
"Sarah, I expect an answer." Jareth's tone sounded dangerous.
"I kept asking you about the things that were happening to me! I've ASKED you about the - oh! - amazing - oh god! - THING that happens whenever we - oh, Jareth, yes! - touch!"
After a moment or two of making her tremble in ecstasy, Jareth stopped what he was doing and nuzzled her gently.
"And?" The word coming from him was more of a command than a question.
"You would never answer me! What did you expect me to do? Stand by and let all these crazy changes happen to me without trying to learn about them?"
"Do try to remember that I am the one asking the questions here," he murmured, pinching her nipple lightly.
No. He was NOT going to get away with that. Sarah didn't want to have this argument when she couldn't even see his face, but it looked like now or never. She took a deep breath to steady herself and drove toward the truth.
"Jareth, were you planning to hold me under your power by keeping me ignorant?"
He paused. Well, now that she mentioned it, he thought that was a fantastic idea. If he could keep her blindfolded and tied to his bed for the rest of her life he might even have a small chance of pulling it off.
He took a long look at his queen. Even bound and helpless the woman had a look of determination about her that he didn't think he could quell anytime soon. Honestly, Sarah's strength of will was one of the things he loved most about her and he realized then that he never wanted to change it.
Even Jareth knew when to admit defeat.
"Ah, Sarah," he let out a long sigh. "I don't think I could manage such a thing even if I wanted to."
Tenderly he stroked her pale skin and felt her tremble beneath him, though this time he didn't think she was shivering from fear.
"My dearest love, if you want to learn to use your powers, we'll start as soon as possible. You have my promise that I will hold nothing back from you. However-"
Ah ha. She knew there had to be a catch.
"-you must hold NOTHING back from me. Never lie to me, Sarah."
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Jareth gently started to ravish his wife. He devoured her soft lips until they were swollen and pouting. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he flicked his fingers over sensitive flesh until she was writhing against the bonds that held her, pleading with him to let her touch him. Relenting at last, he tore impatiently at the knots in the scarves around her wrists until she was free.
Sarah reached up to remove the blindfold, but Jareth stopped her.
"No. Just feel me holding you," he breathed. His hands caressed every inch of her body like a sculptor shaping a masterpiece. In her own silky darkness, Sarah gasped as she felt Jareth's mouth tracing the curve of her shoulders and then dip lower to follow her spine. As if with a will of their own, Jareth's fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, stroking through lightly. She could feel him savor the softness of her tresses as he pooled her hair in his hands, bringing his face close to inhale her scent.
Every way she turned, she met his skin, his warm breath. She was completely enveloped by her husband as his arms folded around her like wings, pinning her to his body. She couldn't move and didn't want to. In her sightlessness, her other senses savored Jareth's heartbeat, his smell like fresh autumn, the taste of his sweat on her tongue. His hands, now gentle, coaxed tremors of pleasure from Sarah's very core. Not knowing where he would touch her next, she felt his fingers brush over her lips and then draw down over the hollow of her throat. She cried out into his mouth as her pleasure started to build.
More than ever Jareth wanted her to see him - really SEE HIM. Not some evil sorcerer who had stolen her brother, not the jealous king who had abducted her from her world, or the idiot that she would probably want to clobber in the morning, but rather, the man who loved her with all of his heart. The man who would do anything to keep her by his side.
He finally shifted to face her and slipped the scarf from her eyes, meeting her gaze and knowing in that moment that he beheld his equal. His queen.
Sarah had been angry, but this night she had also felt the first threads of trust start to form between her and her husband. She knew that she needed a teacher. Jareth seemed to need someone who could stand up to him. Perhaps he would learn a little humility after she had practiced a few transmutation spells on him. A pound cake had seemed like a good idea earlier on, but now she was thinking she might enjoy the companionship of a beagle. She'd always thought they were the cutest.
Jareth wasn't worried a bit about teaching Sarah magic. He figured he could sucker Damien into volunteering to help. His younger brother would be the perfect guinea pig for Sarah's transmutation spell practice.
Both of them smiled at their thoughts as they reached for each other to spend their passion. This would be the beginning of a beautiful partnership.
Disclaimer: I don't own these people. They are free citizens of the Underground (although Jim Henson may beg to differ).
Chapter 17
Jareth felt Sarah slip from the bed, waited five minutes and then followed her to the place he knew she would be. His wife had been lying to him last night and he was determined to find out why. When he reached the library, he cloaked himself with an invisibility spell and slid between the doors as silently as he could. His eyes found her quickly, hunched in the corner, pouring over his reference cabinet. She looked so small and lovely in the candlelight, and also so determined. What in seven hells was that little minx doing?
Jareth's vigil was finally rewarded when he saw her set off the light spell. Dear god, she had really pulled it off - without even so much as a stitch of training and hardly any concentration from the looks of her while she had been whispering the words. At least she looked as surprised as he felt. He knew his wife had considerable power at her disposal but never dreamed that she would be so quick to learn to use it. Well, what had he been thinking? He had married SARAH after all - not some random, silly little sprite. Once again, WHAT had he been THINKING? And why, oh why, did he have to be so utterly in love with his wife?
The idea of allowing her to have the upper hand was unthinkable. She might be his queen and he might have been fool enough to allow her protection from the worst of his spells by giving her that ring, but he was still King of the Underground. He wouldn't need magic to teach her a lesson about the consequences of lying to him.
Jareth watched her glowing features light up in a smile as he crept closer. Even though he still was invisible, Sarah could have heard his approach had she been listening, but she was far too absorbed in setting off her first spell to notice him. He was able to wrap his arms around his beautiful wife and blindfold her before she even thought to fight him. She was so frightened he almost felt sorry for her - almost.
Without ceremony, he transported both of them to their chambers and pressed her squirming body onto the bed. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this. Now where should he begin?
"Jareth! Let me go! I haven't done anything wrong!"
"Oh REALLY?"
So much sarcasm dripped from Jareth's tone that it would have splashed all over Sarah if that had actually been possible.
"I suppose telling your husband half-truths about your nighttime wanderings is perfectly innocent? What exactly were you intending to do, my sweet? Teach yourself enough magic to escape from me?"
Sarah gulped. The all-powerful sorcerer who had blindfolded her and was now holding her down to the bed was hitting a little too close to home. Not that she was scared or anything.
"Now, darling, let's be reasonable," Sarah said, trying to adopt the most cajoling tone she could muster.
Jareth swore to himself. She was calling him 'darling' again. Dammit.
"We both know I could never leave you now that we're married - " Sarah's voice broke as Jareth's lips feathered over her ear.
"That - at least - is certainly the truth," he breathed, his mouth trailing lower toward the curve of her breast. "But there are other truths for you to understand. Sarah. You. Belong. To. Me." Jareth emphasized each word with a nip that while not exactly intended to be painful, was hard enough to let Sarah know she was still in trouble. "Since. You. Are. MINE. I will accept nothing less from you than the entire TRUTH. At. All. Times."
Jareth gazed at the tiny bite marks that covered Sarah's white throat and the tops of her breasts with satisfaction. She took advantage of his brief moment of preoccupation to try to heave herself from beneath his weight, but he was far too fast and too strong. Jareth locked her back underneath him and brought his lips so close to hers that they brushed against them teasingly as he spoke.
"I can't have you keeping up that kind of behavior all night, Sarah. And yes, I do think this will take ALL night."
With that, Jareth drew several silken scarves around each of her wrists, using them to secure her tightly to the bed.
Shit. This was getting bad.
Or good.
No! BAD! Definitely bad!
Sarah strained against her bonds only to find that Jareth had done a very good job of making sure she wouldn't be moving much.
"Darling." she pleaded, still trying to twist away from him even though she knew it was hopeless.
Jareth knew he couldn't hold out if she kept calling him that, so he decided to quiet her with a long, slow, punishing kiss.
Sarah's endearments were all reduced to a somewhat smothered "mmph!" under Jareth's ministrations. She tensed as his hands started to roam over her supple flesh, pushing the robe she was wearing aside. She couldn't see anything he was about to do, but could hear him suck in his breath as her body was exposed to his gaze. She was expecting whatever he had planned to hurt quite a bit and braced herself for what was coming.
Jareth saw her rigid and trembling beneath him and almost relented. She must think he was some kind of monster. Very well then. Let her wonder.
With soft, slow strokes, he started to massage her body, kneading every inch of tension from her muscles. Against her better judgment, Sarah felt her body melt like butter under his fingertips and a groan of pleasure escaped her lips. Massage? He was giving her a MASSAGE? If this was punishment, she vowed to make Jareth's life as difficult as possible for the rest of her days.
Delightful! Jareth thought. So far this was going according to plan.
As soon as he felt her body begin to ripple with contentment, Jareth reached up and twisted his hand in her hair so that he could hold her head perfectly still. Sarah gave a small cry of alarm that he quickly silenced with another deep, possessive kiss. He tightened his hold on her, one arm circling her waist, the other free to explore her beauty at will. His hands on her body were demanding, crushing her to him in a cruel embrace, bringing a gasp from her lips as his caresses became bolder.
Jareth's touch was gentle compared to the emotions storming around inside Sarah. She was furious that he thought he could just swoop her up any old time and .and.make her feel so wonderful, damn the man. She couldn't deny her fear at being left completely vulnerable before him, nor could she deny the desire that seemed to sear through her like lightning. And further to all of that, she was good and pissed off.
No matter what he did to her tonight she was going to memorize that pound cake spell come hell or high water.
"Please, Jareth. Let's talk about this.mmph."
It was clear that her husband had no intention of allowing her to defend herself.
Jareth started nipping at her again, this time lightly as he pressed the length of his body along Sarah's, grinding his hips against hers so that she could feel the full measure of the effect she was having on him. He felt her pull away, but would have none of it and roughly yanked her back against him.
"Jareth. I mean it. LET ME GO!! You are being completely unfair!"
The Goblin King only laughed as he looked down on his flushed and panting queen. Really he didn't think she had ever looked lovelier.
"Sarah, Sarah. You say that so often-"
"You wonder what my basis for comparison is. I get it. I get it already. Now untie me this instant."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear. There are consequences for those who lie to me. Dire consequences."
Sarah's lower lip jutted out defiantly, but inside, she was quaking. Well, seething would be a more accurate term for her feelings and yes, she had every intention of dealing with Jareth as soon as she was out of this, but that would be then. This was now. Now was feeling a little scary.
"So you wanted to learn about magic? Why not tell me the truth about that? Hmmm?"
Jareth punctuated his questions with tantalizing little flicks of his tongue along some very sensitive regions. A soft moan escaped Sarah's lips in response. Why she was shamelessly plastering herself to her husband when she should be enraged at him was beyond her. Ha! Who was she kidding? She knew perfectly well why her body was acting like an industrial adhesive. Well, if she was Queen of the Underground now, she had once been an American citizen and maintained her right to Plead the Fifth.
A sharp bite on her collarbone brought her to attention.
"Sarah, I expect an answer." Jareth's tone sounded dangerous.
"I kept asking you about the things that were happening to me! I've ASKED you about the - oh! - amazing - oh god! - THING that happens whenever we - oh, Jareth, yes! - touch!"
After a moment or two of making her tremble in ecstasy, Jareth stopped what he was doing and nuzzled her gently.
"And?" The word coming from him was more of a command than a question.
"You would never answer me! What did you expect me to do? Stand by and let all these crazy changes happen to me without trying to learn about them?"
"Do try to remember that I am the one asking the questions here," he murmured, pinching her nipple lightly.
No. He was NOT going to get away with that. Sarah didn't want to have this argument when she couldn't even see his face, but it looked like now or never. She took a deep breath to steady herself and drove toward the truth.
"Jareth, were you planning to hold me under your power by keeping me ignorant?"
He paused. Well, now that she mentioned it, he thought that was a fantastic idea. If he could keep her blindfolded and tied to his bed for the rest of her life he might even have a small chance of pulling it off.
He took a long look at his queen. Even bound and helpless the woman had a look of determination about her that he didn't think he could quell anytime soon. Honestly, Sarah's strength of will was one of the things he loved most about her and he realized then that he never wanted to change it.
Even Jareth knew when to admit defeat.
"Ah, Sarah," he let out a long sigh. "I don't think I could manage such a thing even if I wanted to."
Tenderly he stroked her pale skin and felt her tremble beneath him, though this time he didn't think she was shivering from fear.
"My dearest love, if you want to learn to use your powers, we'll start as soon as possible. You have my promise that I will hold nothing back from you. However-"
Ah ha. She knew there had to be a catch.
"-you must hold NOTHING back from me. Never lie to me, Sarah."
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Jareth gently started to ravish his wife. He devoured her soft lips until they were swollen and pouting. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he flicked his fingers over sensitive flesh until she was writhing against the bonds that held her, pleading with him to let her touch him. Relenting at last, he tore impatiently at the knots in the scarves around her wrists until she was free.
Sarah reached up to remove the blindfold, but Jareth stopped her.
"No. Just feel me holding you," he breathed. His hands caressed every inch of her body like a sculptor shaping a masterpiece. In her own silky darkness, Sarah gasped as she felt Jareth's mouth tracing the curve of her shoulders and then dip lower to follow her spine. As if with a will of their own, Jareth's fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, stroking through lightly. She could feel him savor the softness of her tresses as he pooled her hair in his hands, bringing his face close to inhale her scent.
Every way she turned, she met his skin, his warm breath. She was completely enveloped by her husband as his arms folded around her like wings, pinning her to his body. She couldn't move and didn't want to. In her sightlessness, her other senses savored Jareth's heartbeat, his smell like fresh autumn, the taste of his sweat on her tongue. His hands, now gentle, coaxed tremors of pleasure from Sarah's very core. Not knowing where he would touch her next, she felt his fingers brush over her lips and then draw down over the hollow of her throat. She cried out into his mouth as her pleasure started to build.
More than ever Jareth wanted her to see him - really SEE HIM. Not some evil sorcerer who had stolen her brother, not the jealous king who had abducted her from her world, or the idiot that she would probably want to clobber in the morning, but rather, the man who loved her with all of his heart. The man who would do anything to keep her by his side.
He finally shifted to face her and slipped the scarf from her eyes, meeting her gaze and knowing in that moment that he beheld his equal. His queen.
Sarah had been angry, but this night she had also felt the first threads of trust start to form between her and her husband. She knew that she needed a teacher. Jareth seemed to need someone who could stand up to him. Perhaps he would learn a little humility after she had practiced a few transmutation spells on him. A pound cake had seemed like a good idea earlier on, but now she was thinking she might enjoy the companionship of a beagle. She'd always thought they were the cutest.
Jareth wasn't worried a bit about teaching Sarah magic. He figured he could sucker Damien into volunteering to help. His younger brother would be the perfect guinea pig for Sarah's transmutation spell practice.
Both of them smiled at their thoughts as they reached for each other to spend their passion. This would be the beginning of a beautiful partnership.