Here it is. Part 12. I haven't been on to do this lately but I've finally
gotten round to doing some more! Hope you enjoy and let me know if it fits
in with the rest of the story and if u like it or not!
Part 12
After the feast Sarah was so full she thought that she might split the seams on the lovely dress she had discovered, and after all the goblin wine that was drank to toast her return she just wanted to relax. So she bid the others goodnight and slipped away to bed. Walking up the stairs to her room she passes the velvet curtains over the door of Jareth's room. Not being able to help herself she slipped a hand behind the curtain and pulled it back to reveal the large oak door. She notices that it is slightly ajar so pushes it further, hoping that it didn't creak.
Once opened far enough she slipped her head around the door to check to see if he was still there and still unconscious. When she saw that he was she slipped further into the room making sure to be as quiet as possible... just incase. Walking cautiously to the bed she couldn't help but notice the tightness in her stomach, which she knew had nothing to do with the Goblin wine or the feast. It was because she was seeing Jareth again. Yet seeing him in this state lying in the bed she felt pity for him, yet powerful that now she was the one above him. Yet she also felt fear and hopelessness, if such a strong and powerful man like Jareth could be reduced to this what chance is there for anyone else?
Bushing her fears and thoughts she let her feelings for him to take over and decided she had to see it through with him. She did owe him a lot. Without him she wouldn't have become the woman she is now. She moved closer to his bed moving a clump of hair from his face. Looking at his pale and drawn face she felt more love for him than she ever had.
Suddenly she heard a noise coming up the stairs. She quickly kissed his lips softly then ran out to her room forgetting to close the door and leaving the curtains a mess.
Back in her room she removed the dress and stepped into a nightgown and sat at the dresser looking at her reflection. She started to brush her hair stopping each time to think of Jareth, then realising what she was doing she started to brush again.
The silence of her room was disturbed by a whispering at the door. She dropped the brush and jumped into bed thinking that someone might come in and she didn't really want to talk at the moment. However, Hoggle just slipped his head through the door and then disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. Sarah heard him say that she was sleeping and heard the footsteps quickly die away.
Before she knew it she drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Part 12
After the feast Sarah was so full she thought that she might split the seams on the lovely dress she had discovered, and after all the goblin wine that was drank to toast her return she just wanted to relax. So she bid the others goodnight and slipped away to bed. Walking up the stairs to her room she passes the velvet curtains over the door of Jareth's room. Not being able to help herself she slipped a hand behind the curtain and pulled it back to reveal the large oak door. She notices that it is slightly ajar so pushes it further, hoping that it didn't creak.
Once opened far enough she slipped her head around the door to check to see if he was still there and still unconscious. When she saw that he was she slipped further into the room making sure to be as quiet as possible... just incase. Walking cautiously to the bed she couldn't help but notice the tightness in her stomach, which she knew had nothing to do with the Goblin wine or the feast. It was because she was seeing Jareth again. Yet seeing him in this state lying in the bed she felt pity for him, yet powerful that now she was the one above him. Yet she also felt fear and hopelessness, if such a strong and powerful man like Jareth could be reduced to this what chance is there for anyone else?
Bushing her fears and thoughts she let her feelings for him to take over and decided she had to see it through with him. She did owe him a lot. Without him she wouldn't have become the woman she is now. She moved closer to his bed moving a clump of hair from his face. Looking at his pale and drawn face she felt more love for him than she ever had.
Suddenly she heard a noise coming up the stairs. She quickly kissed his lips softly then ran out to her room forgetting to close the door and leaving the curtains a mess.
Back in her room she removed the dress and stepped into a nightgown and sat at the dresser looking at her reflection. She started to brush her hair stopping each time to think of Jareth, then realising what she was doing she started to brush again.
The silence of her room was disturbed by a whispering at the door. She dropped the brush and jumped into bed thinking that someone might come in and she didn't really want to talk at the moment. However, Hoggle just slipped his head through the door and then disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. Sarah heard him say that she was sleeping and heard the footsteps quickly die away.
Before she knew it she drifted into a dreamless sleep.