Disclaimer: I don't own them ... same as the last two chapters. You can try
to sue me over this chapter too ... and you still won't win.
A/N: I've really had a rough time with this chapter, first, RL interfered as it so often does, and second, I have been very wishy washy about how to write Jareth's character. I finally made my decision, so don't throw peaches or crystals at me if you are unhappy with it!
I want to thank the following author's, for I read some or all of their Laby-fic and got many ideas of Jareth from them: Cormak3032, Scattered Logic, TheHoodedCrow, Solea, Molly, and some others that no longer post on FF.net. Thanks!
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Sarah had just closed the door to her room, and Karen's words reverberated through the solidity of the walls and thick door. Out of instinct, Sarah looked around the room, wary of anything that could hide a full-body Fae or a small white barn owl. She carefully trod over to the window, her eyes darting through all the landscape, knowing well enough that if Jareth wanted to conceal himself, that he could do it and she wouldn't notice him. Hadn't he done so in the Labyrinth? He just appeared behind her, whispering into her ear, seductive voice dangerously low. The mere thought of Jareth and the many times he was in such close proximity to her made minute goosebumps appear all over her body. She shuddered at the thoughts she was having and drew her curtains closed, as if it could protect her from the wild-haired Fae that haunted her every moment. Sarah backed into a corner and began to strip down to change into her nightgown, preparing for sleep that would probably elude her tonight.
Once Sarah was nearly nude, save two undergarments about to fall to the floor as well, a chill wind picked up within her room. She knew there were know windows open, so she looked all around the room, eyes darting around suspiciously, a part of her knowing what she was looking for, and another part unwilling to come to terms with it. Still seeing nothing, Sarah laughed inwardly.
"Stress really does affect a person," She mused quietly, to herself. After finally believing there was nothing to fear, Sarah began to unhook the clasp of her bra, when she was suddenly aware of another presence in the room. No matter what her freshly calmed nerves wanted to believe, Sarah grabbed her nightgown and slipped it over her head quickly, protecting her body from prying eyes. She took her eyes off her surroundings for a brief moment and checked to make sure all the buttons of her gown were securely fastened, shielding her even more so than before. Therein lied her mistake. Suddenly, Sarah felt warm breath on the back of her neck, telling her that he was there. She closed her eyes and stood her full height, hoping that he would get the idea that she was not going to back down, that she was still the same strong person as she was 7 years ago. Sarah crossed her hands over her chest and felt Jareth chuckle inwardly. As much as she wanted to run to the room, opposite of him, that would only encourage him to believe that he had power over her, which he did not.
"Oh, now why the sudden modesty? You seemed more than willing to show yourself off in that filthy place that you call 'work'," He quickly said, the chuckling subsiding. Eyes still closed, willing all this to be a dream, Sarah called out a warning to him.
"Go away Jareth. I didn't call you and I don't want you here," Her voice conveyed a levity that shocked even her. On a sudden burst of impulsiveness, Sarah turned quickly on her heel to face him, but no longer was he there.
"Hmm, the Goblin King following the orders of a mortal woman. Wonders never cease," Sarah bemused aloud. As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she'd regret them. That would only bring more fun to him when he did come back.
Without warning, Sarah was pressed up against the wall, her hands instantly in front of her trying to push back into the solid form behind her, seeking freedom from the sudden oppression.
"Following orders, hmm? Is that what you would think Sarah? Dear Sarah, you of all people should know better, being rejected is not a way to make one your slave," He forcefully whispered, reminding her of the sentimental words she brushed off so long ago. "Maybe you'll learn someday, Sarah, that the world does not, in fact, revolve around you. In fact, right now," He paused, only adding to the tension that their current position created, "Right now, you are subject to my every whim. I could sedate you, bind you any way I please, and do anything I please. Such a pity that you wouldn't be able to do anything about it," He finished, rubbing his hands over her well toned stomach, gently cupping her breasts. Sarah inhaled sharply at the unexpected touch, her body betraying her mind, as the flesh beneath her gown prickled to life again.
"You can't lie or hide it from me Sarah, I know all about your dreams, your thoughts, your needs," He said, grinding his hips into her bottom. "And I will take care of them." Sarah felt the terror pumping through her veins at the very thought of what he might be thinking. Sure, when she was younger, she had some inappropriate dreams in relation to being with him, and maybe a few conscious thoughts, but need? Anger replaced the terror and along with it came adrenaline, which she used to push him off of her, shoving the wall hard, and turning around to him, disgusted.
"You can't hurt me. You can't take advantage of me. You have no power over me!" Sarah said through gritted teeth. Jareth, after the shock of the push had worn off, placed a mask of impeccable cruelness across his features. His thin lips formed an unmistakably cruel smirk, one that Sarah noticed only a few times in the Labyrinth. Surely he wouldn't actually take advantage of her, would he? As if reading her thoughts, Jareth was suddenly back behind her, one leather-clad hand clasped over her mouth, the other seeking out the flesh he had earlier held.
"I can, Sarah, and will if I feel the urge to," Jareth annunciated. He could feel Sarah's pulse racing and within a second, the pair had disappeared.
********** The End of Chapter 3
Don't worry! It will be longer before I'm done.... The muse is leaning towards a R-Rating for the next part, and I want everyone to be aware of it before it happens! When the little muse here is ready, we will append the next part to this story ... making chapter 3 longer.
Review and tell me what you think! I don't know if its good or bad or what that's why I need YOU! :-) C'mon.... click the widdle reviewie button! C'mon....
XxNaTxX XoXo to all my reviewers!
A Few quick notes....
Silent-Fire: You will be getting an explanation of what all happened between Sarah and Karen, I have a few ideas on how to get it across but we will just have to wait and see...
DitchertypepersonBUM: Yes, that was the Goblin King at her job ... we'll find out why exactly in a little bit ... and her house... well... lets just say that Sarah didn't thoroughly examine her room :-p *Innocent face* | Also, what happened to make her go in the strip business? Well, everyone knows that 'field' of work makes good money, and as it said in Chapter one 'E, I won't have to do this much longer' ... she doesn't want to do it but needs the money and has other commitments in which all will be revealed ... later.
Mari: Sorry about the delay. Its all about the little guy called my muse. Eh, who knows?
Redura: Wouldn't you like to know? :-p All the same.. All will be revealed shortly!
Go... Review... Now!
A/N: I've really had a rough time with this chapter, first, RL interfered as it so often does, and second, I have been very wishy washy about how to write Jareth's character. I finally made my decision, so don't throw peaches or crystals at me if you are unhappy with it!
I want to thank the following author's, for I read some or all of their Laby-fic and got many ideas of Jareth from them: Cormak3032, Scattered Logic, TheHoodedCrow, Solea, Molly, and some others that no longer post on FF.net. Thanks!
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Sarah had just closed the door to her room, and Karen's words reverberated through the solidity of the walls and thick door. Out of instinct, Sarah looked around the room, wary of anything that could hide a full-body Fae or a small white barn owl. She carefully trod over to the window, her eyes darting through all the landscape, knowing well enough that if Jareth wanted to conceal himself, that he could do it and she wouldn't notice him. Hadn't he done so in the Labyrinth? He just appeared behind her, whispering into her ear, seductive voice dangerously low. The mere thought of Jareth and the many times he was in such close proximity to her made minute goosebumps appear all over her body. She shuddered at the thoughts she was having and drew her curtains closed, as if it could protect her from the wild-haired Fae that haunted her every moment. Sarah backed into a corner and began to strip down to change into her nightgown, preparing for sleep that would probably elude her tonight.
Once Sarah was nearly nude, save two undergarments about to fall to the floor as well, a chill wind picked up within her room. She knew there were know windows open, so she looked all around the room, eyes darting around suspiciously, a part of her knowing what she was looking for, and another part unwilling to come to terms with it. Still seeing nothing, Sarah laughed inwardly.
"Stress really does affect a person," She mused quietly, to herself. After finally believing there was nothing to fear, Sarah began to unhook the clasp of her bra, when she was suddenly aware of another presence in the room. No matter what her freshly calmed nerves wanted to believe, Sarah grabbed her nightgown and slipped it over her head quickly, protecting her body from prying eyes. She took her eyes off her surroundings for a brief moment and checked to make sure all the buttons of her gown were securely fastened, shielding her even more so than before. Therein lied her mistake. Suddenly, Sarah felt warm breath on the back of her neck, telling her that he was there. She closed her eyes and stood her full height, hoping that he would get the idea that she was not going to back down, that she was still the same strong person as she was 7 years ago. Sarah crossed her hands over her chest and felt Jareth chuckle inwardly. As much as she wanted to run to the room, opposite of him, that would only encourage him to believe that he had power over her, which he did not.
"Oh, now why the sudden modesty? You seemed more than willing to show yourself off in that filthy place that you call 'work'," He quickly said, the chuckling subsiding. Eyes still closed, willing all this to be a dream, Sarah called out a warning to him.
"Go away Jareth. I didn't call you and I don't want you here," Her voice conveyed a levity that shocked even her. On a sudden burst of impulsiveness, Sarah turned quickly on her heel to face him, but no longer was he there.
"Hmm, the Goblin King following the orders of a mortal woman. Wonders never cease," Sarah bemused aloud. As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she'd regret them. That would only bring more fun to him when he did come back.
Without warning, Sarah was pressed up against the wall, her hands instantly in front of her trying to push back into the solid form behind her, seeking freedom from the sudden oppression.
"Following orders, hmm? Is that what you would think Sarah? Dear Sarah, you of all people should know better, being rejected is not a way to make one your slave," He forcefully whispered, reminding her of the sentimental words she brushed off so long ago. "Maybe you'll learn someday, Sarah, that the world does not, in fact, revolve around you. In fact, right now," He paused, only adding to the tension that their current position created, "Right now, you are subject to my every whim. I could sedate you, bind you any way I please, and do anything I please. Such a pity that you wouldn't be able to do anything about it," He finished, rubbing his hands over her well toned stomach, gently cupping her breasts. Sarah inhaled sharply at the unexpected touch, her body betraying her mind, as the flesh beneath her gown prickled to life again.
"You can't lie or hide it from me Sarah, I know all about your dreams, your thoughts, your needs," He said, grinding his hips into her bottom. "And I will take care of them." Sarah felt the terror pumping through her veins at the very thought of what he might be thinking. Sure, when she was younger, she had some inappropriate dreams in relation to being with him, and maybe a few conscious thoughts, but need? Anger replaced the terror and along with it came adrenaline, which she used to push him off of her, shoving the wall hard, and turning around to him, disgusted.
"You can't hurt me. You can't take advantage of me. You have no power over me!" Sarah said through gritted teeth. Jareth, after the shock of the push had worn off, placed a mask of impeccable cruelness across his features. His thin lips formed an unmistakably cruel smirk, one that Sarah noticed only a few times in the Labyrinth. Surely he wouldn't actually take advantage of her, would he? As if reading her thoughts, Jareth was suddenly back behind her, one leather-clad hand clasped over her mouth, the other seeking out the flesh he had earlier held.
"I can, Sarah, and will if I feel the urge to," Jareth annunciated. He could feel Sarah's pulse racing and within a second, the pair had disappeared.
********** The End of Chapter 3
Don't worry! It will be longer before I'm done.... The muse is leaning towards a R-Rating for the next part, and I want everyone to be aware of it before it happens! When the little muse here is ready, we will append the next part to this story ... making chapter 3 longer.
Review and tell me what you think! I don't know if its good or bad or what that's why I need YOU! :-) C'mon.... click the widdle reviewie button! C'mon....
XxNaTxX XoXo to all my reviewers!
A Few quick notes....
Silent-Fire: You will be getting an explanation of what all happened between Sarah and Karen, I have a few ideas on how to get it across but we will just have to wait and see...
DitchertypepersonBUM: Yes, that was the Goblin King at her job ... we'll find out why exactly in a little bit ... and her house... well... lets just say that Sarah didn't thoroughly examine her room :-p *Innocent face* | Also, what happened to make her go in the strip business? Well, everyone knows that 'field' of work makes good money, and as it said in Chapter one 'E, I won't have to do this much longer' ... she doesn't want to do it but needs the money and has other commitments in which all will be revealed ... later.
Mari: Sorry about the delay. Its all about the little guy called my muse. Eh, who knows?
Redura: Wouldn't you like to know? :-p All the same.. All will be revealed shortly!
Go... Review... Now!