FINALLY!
Disclaimer: I own his tights. HA!
Chapter Seven: May this confession be the start
Jareth stood quickly and bowed to Sarah. "My Lady…"
She nodded and stepped closer into the room. She looked around. Beautiful murals of elves and fairies covered the walls. But the odd thing was that they kept changing… almost as if the were telling a story. All the furniture was made from cherry wood and had intricate carvings in them.
"My fiancée designed this room," Jareth said.
That made Sarah start. Fiancee? Jareth was going to be married? Somewhere inside of her something died. But she denied it. No, she didn't love this slave driving baby snatcher!
"Really?" Sarah sneered. "And where is the lucky lady?"
A wince stole Jareth's features as he turned away. The anger abruptly died in Sarah's chest. The sadness and pain she saw in his eyes… it was so haunting. It was like the look someone got in their eyes when they had no hope. And Sarah, just from glimpsing at it, felt as if she was going to cry.
"She's dead," Jareth croaked, his throat sore from withheld tears. "She died four hundred years ago in a week and six days."
"Oh Jareth… I'm sorry…" Sarah apologized. She walked up to Jareth and held him in an attempt to comfort him.
"Oh Sarah…" Jareth sighed as he held her. Her warm body was the sweetest thing her ever had the pleasure of holding. It warmed his cold heart and made him forget his sorrows, even if it was only for a short time.
Sarah leaned into his arms, loving the warm embrace. Yes, she wanted this. The feel of his arms around her. She could picture it now. A night of love making in his bed under his silk sheets and his arms holding her all night long… keeping her safe. She felt a shiver crawl down her spine at the thought of it.
He felt her shiver and prayed it wasn't in disgust. "Are you cold?"
His British voice cut through her thoughts like a knife through butter. Stepping back, she nodded trying to hide her embarrassment.
With a flick of his hands, a fire flamed to light in the large gothic fireplace. "Better?"
She stared at the fire. "Do you have something against mortals?"
"No, Sarah. It's a very complex topic…"
Sarah stepped back from it, her anger flaring again. She glared at him as she spoke. "How is it complex? Do use them as slaves or not?"
"No, I-"
"Liar," Sarah growled. "Why did you 'buy' us last night?"
Jareth glared this time. Anger growing in his chest. "Why you ungrateful mortal, I bought you your freedom!"
Sarah's glared deepened. "Oh, so it's mortal now? Is that all I am to you, a mortal? That you can have as a slave?"
"I can't change what is and in the Underground mortals aren't considered useful past the age of six."
Sarah stepped closer to him, her anger snapping in her eyes. "So I'm not 'useful' now? I bet that you thought I'd be 'useful' between your bed sheets!" She shouted. She reached back to slap his face.
Jareth caught her wrist and held it. "You're right, I did!" Jareth shouted back. He continued in a low raspy voice. "I want you. I've always wanted you. And yes, I did fantasize about you in my bed."
Sarah's hatred twisted into disgust. "You filthy pig! All this time all you wanted to do was rape me and I actually believed-" She went to punch him with her free arm but it was no use. It was trapped in the iron grasp of her other hand.
Jareth shook Sarah harshly by her wrists. "Don't you see, foolish Sarah? If I wanted to rape you, I could have done it long ago! When I saw you the first time, when you wished your brother away to me, in the obulette, in the ballrooom…" he hissed the last one at her. "I could have taken you at anytime-"
"THEN WHY HAVEN'T YOU!" Sarah cried at him, her face mere inches from him. A tear slipped down her cheek.
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" Jareth shouted back.
They both froze at his outburst. Jareth in a horrified shock and Sarah in a state you disbelief.
"You… love me?" Sarah whispered. Another tear.
"Yes, Sarah. Yes. I love you." Jareth admitted, his half-mast eyes on hers.
Sarah tilted her head and looked into his eyes. Another tear.
They both lunged at each other at the same time. Their lips connected harshly, their passion seeking seeking seeking, yet finding no release. Sarah clutched at Jareth's shoulders while he pulled her waist tight against his. Their bodies fused together with a surrendering moan from each person. Sarah felt the evidence of her effect on Jareth pressing against her thigh. And she pulled him closer still.
After all, she did love him.
*
She watched the scene. It had been so long since she and Jareth had loved each other. He had called her his Queen. And she had simply called him 'love'. But it's been years. Hundreds of long years. It's taken her so long to get back to herself, back to the Underground. She watched sadly, Jareth's Queen. But through her tears, she smiled. She had her turn. It was Sarah's now.
*
Sarah pulled away from the kiss first. One of Jareth's hands was resting on her breast, the other hung on her waist, still holder her tightly.
"Jareth, we have to stop…" Sarah whispered against his lips.
He nearly moaned at the feel of her lips moving against his as she spoke. "Why? Why must we stop?"
Sarah looked away, embarrassed. "If we don't stop know… and Jareth… I'm not ready for that…"
Jareth looked at her, his eyes softening to comprehension. "Oh Sarah, I-"
At that moment, the doors of the study opened up. Jareth and Sarah jumped several feet apart. And Jareth was ready to yell at the goblin that had disturbed him when he saw who it was.
"Rei," Jareth stated.
"You guys didn't hear me knock?" Rei asked. She looked at Sarah and Jareth's disheveled state and her eyes widened. And Jareth's trademark smirk twisted onto her lips. "And now I see why…"
Sarah blushed and her jaw dropped and her best friend's statement.
Jareth just laughed.
Rei smiled. "So if you guys aren't all too busy, I was wondering if people eat around here?"
Jareth returned the smile and nodded. "Of course, shall we?" He took Sarah's arm and they led the way, sharing secret smiles.
Rei just shook her head and followed.
Disclaimer: I own his tights. HA!
Chapter Seven: May this confession be the start
Jareth stood quickly and bowed to Sarah. "My Lady…"
She nodded and stepped closer into the room. She looked around. Beautiful murals of elves and fairies covered the walls. But the odd thing was that they kept changing… almost as if the were telling a story. All the furniture was made from cherry wood and had intricate carvings in them.
"My fiancée designed this room," Jareth said.
That made Sarah start. Fiancee? Jareth was going to be married? Somewhere inside of her something died. But she denied it. No, she didn't love this slave driving baby snatcher!
"Really?" Sarah sneered. "And where is the lucky lady?"
A wince stole Jareth's features as he turned away. The anger abruptly died in Sarah's chest. The sadness and pain she saw in his eyes… it was so haunting. It was like the look someone got in their eyes when they had no hope. And Sarah, just from glimpsing at it, felt as if she was going to cry.
"She's dead," Jareth croaked, his throat sore from withheld tears. "She died four hundred years ago in a week and six days."
"Oh Jareth… I'm sorry…" Sarah apologized. She walked up to Jareth and held him in an attempt to comfort him.
"Oh Sarah…" Jareth sighed as he held her. Her warm body was the sweetest thing her ever had the pleasure of holding. It warmed his cold heart and made him forget his sorrows, even if it was only for a short time.
Sarah leaned into his arms, loving the warm embrace. Yes, she wanted this. The feel of his arms around her. She could picture it now. A night of love making in his bed under his silk sheets and his arms holding her all night long… keeping her safe. She felt a shiver crawl down her spine at the thought of it.
He felt her shiver and prayed it wasn't in disgust. "Are you cold?"
His British voice cut through her thoughts like a knife through butter. Stepping back, she nodded trying to hide her embarrassment.
With a flick of his hands, a fire flamed to light in the large gothic fireplace. "Better?"
She stared at the fire. "Do you have something against mortals?"
"No, Sarah. It's a very complex topic…"
Sarah stepped back from it, her anger flaring again. She glared at him as she spoke. "How is it complex? Do use them as slaves or not?"
"No, I-"
"Liar," Sarah growled. "Why did you 'buy' us last night?"
Jareth glared this time. Anger growing in his chest. "Why you ungrateful mortal, I bought you your freedom!"
Sarah's glared deepened. "Oh, so it's mortal now? Is that all I am to you, a mortal? That you can have as a slave?"
"I can't change what is and in the Underground mortals aren't considered useful past the age of six."
Sarah stepped closer to him, her anger snapping in her eyes. "So I'm not 'useful' now? I bet that you thought I'd be 'useful' between your bed sheets!" She shouted. She reached back to slap his face.
Jareth caught her wrist and held it. "You're right, I did!" Jareth shouted back. He continued in a low raspy voice. "I want you. I've always wanted you. And yes, I did fantasize about you in my bed."
Sarah's hatred twisted into disgust. "You filthy pig! All this time all you wanted to do was rape me and I actually believed-" She went to punch him with her free arm but it was no use. It was trapped in the iron grasp of her other hand.
Jareth shook Sarah harshly by her wrists. "Don't you see, foolish Sarah? If I wanted to rape you, I could have done it long ago! When I saw you the first time, when you wished your brother away to me, in the obulette, in the ballrooom…" he hissed the last one at her. "I could have taken you at anytime-"
"THEN WHY HAVEN'T YOU!" Sarah cried at him, her face mere inches from him. A tear slipped down her cheek.
"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" Jareth shouted back.
They both froze at his outburst. Jareth in a horrified shock and Sarah in a state you disbelief.
"You… love me?" Sarah whispered. Another tear.
"Yes, Sarah. Yes. I love you." Jareth admitted, his half-mast eyes on hers.
Sarah tilted her head and looked into his eyes. Another tear.
They both lunged at each other at the same time. Their lips connected harshly, their passion seeking seeking seeking, yet finding no release. Sarah clutched at Jareth's shoulders while he pulled her waist tight against his. Their bodies fused together with a surrendering moan from each person. Sarah felt the evidence of her effect on Jareth pressing against her thigh. And she pulled him closer still.
After all, she did love him.
*
She watched the scene. It had been so long since she and Jareth had loved each other. He had called her his Queen. And she had simply called him 'love'. But it's been years. Hundreds of long years. It's taken her so long to get back to herself, back to the Underground. She watched sadly, Jareth's Queen. But through her tears, she smiled. She had her turn. It was Sarah's now.
*
Sarah pulled away from the kiss first. One of Jareth's hands was resting on her breast, the other hung on her waist, still holder her tightly.
"Jareth, we have to stop…" Sarah whispered against his lips.
He nearly moaned at the feel of her lips moving against his as she spoke. "Why? Why must we stop?"
Sarah looked away, embarrassed. "If we don't stop know… and Jareth… I'm not ready for that…"
Jareth looked at her, his eyes softening to comprehension. "Oh Sarah, I-"
At that moment, the doors of the study opened up. Jareth and Sarah jumped several feet apart. And Jareth was ready to yell at the goblin that had disturbed him when he saw who it was.
"Rei," Jareth stated.
"You guys didn't hear me knock?" Rei asked. She looked at Sarah and Jareth's disheveled state and her eyes widened. And Jareth's trademark smirk twisted onto her lips. "And now I see why…"
Sarah blushed and her jaw dropped and her best friend's statement.
Jareth just laughed.
Rei smiled. "So if you guys aren't all too busy, I was wondering if people eat around here?"
Jareth returned the smile and nodded. "Of course, shall we?" He took Sarah's arm and they led the way, sharing secret smiles.
Rei just shook her head and followed.
