Jareth ran his fingers through Sarah's hair as he rested a gentle kiss on
her lips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer to
her, feeling his body warm hers. With a ravenous growl, his free hand
fiddled with the back of her wedding dress, and she moaned into his neck.
"Jareth, no! I'm getting married! Leave me alone. Why will not you stop?" Sarah tried to push his body away from hers, but to no avail. His grip was like stone. He kissed her ear softly, whispering seductively into it.
"Why should I stop? You know you want this. And why are you getting married? You don't love him. Relax, Sarah, my sweet. Let me carry you away." His voice was just so soothing, his breathe so warm. . .
Sarah melted in his grasp, but that tiny voice in the back of her thoughts slapped her mentally.
'Sarah! You must not give in! You are getting MARRIED. Don't listen to him. Sarah, WAKE UP!'
"Sarah, wake up! Wake up! It is noon already! You slept half the day away! Wake up!" Toby's whiny voice yelled in her ear as he shook her shoulders. Sarah woke up slowly, adjusting to the bright light that swept into her room from the window. She rolled over in bed, and realized she slept in her wedding dress.
'Oh, no, Karen's gonna kill me!'
"Sarah! You slept in your dress?! It will be very expensive just to get it dry cleaned!" Karen's cranky voice exclaimed from the doorway. Sarah sat up.
'It cannot get any worse.'
"What's all this? Sarah? You just got up? Your husband-to-be is downstairs wanting to talk to you," said Sarah's dad.
'I thought too soon!'
Sarah was dragged out of bed by two pairs of arms, and ushered to her wardrobe by three. She lazily picked out a dress to wear and neatened herself in the mirror as she thought about her dream. What did it mean? Why was Jareth repeatedly showing up in her dreams? She sighed, pasted on a fake smile, and went downstairs to meet her fiancé.
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Jareth woke up from his dream, a smile slowly spreading across his face. 'I shall have her soon enough.' He got up, and dressed in his usual attire. He opened the window and hesitated before turning into an owl and soaring out it. He soared over the labyrinth, occasionally stopping to give a hoot of greetings to his subjects. He finally reached his destination, perching on a branch of a mysterious peach tree. In a moment, Jareth stood on the ground beside it, running his fingers through his spiky blond hair. He reached up and picked a peach from the outstretched branches. He rolled it over in his hand and smirked devilishly before placing it in a pouch at his side. A crystal appeared on his fingertips, and he frowned as he saw the face of Sarah's fiancé. He threw the crystal at the ground in irritation.
"Jareth, no! I'm getting married! Leave me alone. Why will not you stop?" Sarah tried to push his body away from hers, but to no avail. His grip was like stone. He kissed her ear softly, whispering seductively into it.
"Why should I stop? You know you want this. And why are you getting married? You don't love him. Relax, Sarah, my sweet. Let me carry you away." His voice was just so soothing, his breathe so warm. . .
Sarah melted in his grasp, but that tiny voice in the back of her thoughts slapped her mentally.
'Sarah! You must not give in! You are getting MARRIED. Don't listen to him. Sarah, WAKE UP!'
"Sarah, wake up! Wake up! It is noon already! You slept half the day away! Wake up!" Toby's whiny voice yelled in her ear as he shook her shoulders. Sarah woke up slowly, adjusting to the bright light that swept into her room from the window. She rolled over in bed, and realized she slept in her wedding dress.
'Oh, no, Karen's gonna kill me!'
"Sarah! You slept in your dress?! It will be very expensive just to get it dry cleaned!" Karen's cranky voice exclaimed from the doorway. Sarah sat up.
'It cannot get any worse.'
"What's all this? Sarah? You just got up? Your husband-to-be is downstairs wanting to talk to you," said Sarah's dad.
'I thought too soon!'
Sarah was dragged out of bed by two pairs of arms, and ushered to her wardrobe by three. She lazily picked out a dress to wear and neatened herself in the mirror as she thought about her dream. What did it mean? Why was Jareth repeatedly showing up in her dreams? She sighed, pasted on a fake smile, and went downstairs to meet her fiancé.
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Jareth woke up from his dream, a smile slowly spreading across his face. 'I shall have her soon enough.' He got up, and dressed in his usual attire. He opened the window and hesitated before turning into an owl and soaring out it. He soared over the labyrinth, occasionally stopping to give a hoot of greetings to his subjects. He finally reached his destination, perching on a branch of a mysterious peach tree. In a moment, Jareth stood on the ground beside it, running his fingers through his spiky blond hair. He reached up and picked a peach from the outstretched branches. He rolled it over in his hand and smirked devilishly before placing it in a pouch at his side. A crystal appeared on his fingertips, and he frowned as he saw the face of Sarah's fiancé. He threw the crystal at the ground in irritation.
