A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, I love you all!!! Please, don't
give up on it I feel like I'm on a role!
Disclaimer: This goes for all previous chapters as well: I don't own any of Jim Henson's settings, characters, etc you get the point..everything else is mine (
Chapter 4: The Morning After
Sarah was awake long before she opened her eyes, trying to figure out at what point she had gone from reality to dream the night before.trying to figure out if any of it had been real. After fifteen minutes of circular thinking, she realized that she just didn't know. She felt tears welling in her eyes at the memory of him. She hated to feel weak or helpless, which was one reason she had decided to get her black belt in tae kwon doe, but last night, she had wanted to feel helpless in his arms, to let him do as he wished with her. She had been his, completely, body and soul.and she hated it. She felt as though she had betrayed herself, even if it was only a dream. How could she give herself to someone who had wanted to steal away her baby brother and turn him into one of those disgusting, drooling, drunken goblins?
Biting back her tears, she opened her eyes and sat up. She immediately regretted it. Her head felt like a ball of lead on her shoulders and the room danced around her, like the time that she had mistaken a half-full bottle of vodka for spring water; she had been rather thirsty. Falling back onto her pillow, she pulled the covers over her head and gave up on getting out of bed. It could only mean trouble on a day like today.
~~*~~
Jareth woke up with the same pounding feeling of a hangover, but he sensed another element in the air. It was a tangy, electric scent that made the hairs on the back of his neck prick up.
"Magic," He spat the word out like it tasted bad as he threw back the covers. He didn't know whether he had actually been there in the ballroom or had merely been under a dream spell, but he would find out who was behind it. He felt like a fool for letting himself fall under not only the magic spell, but also the spell that Sarah had wrapped around his heart as he took her in his arms. Had he imagined the lidded desire within her eyes? Had he felt her melt against him as he pushed his lips against hers?
He pushed the thoughts out of his mind. He had to, it had only been a spell. She would never warm to him so. His thoughts, in silent mutiny against his will, turned to that fateful moment and those haunting words.he had no power over her. Certainly not love, nor even lust. To feel her against him, to hold her, to be held by her.how dare anyone, much less one of his own kind, subject him to such torture? It was an outrage!
He dressed himself in his usual gray tights, black vest and poet's shirt. And as a last touch, he donned his pendant, enjoying the feel of it against his bared chest before exiting his chambers and kicking an unfortunate goblin that happened to be scuttling by and enjoying its squeal of fright as it ricocheted through the hall and down the stairs. This was going to be a long day.
~~*~~
It hurt. That was all she knew for a long while and she was well reminded why she was warned not to use magic Aboveground. At some point Ayron must have come and gone, for she was now in bed and there was a cup of now cold tea and a sandwich on her bedside table that she didn't have the energy to touch. It was hard to say how long it had been since she had broken the spell, but as she drifted between waking and sleeping, she could feel the sun rising and setting. One.two.three.on and on.
When Ayron next came several days later, he found she had not so much as moved since he'd lain her there.
"You might as well try to get up, Anikara, you have to get some food and sunlight."
A sigh escaped her and she turned her head towards him, her eyes dull and weary and as defiant as possible, which wasn't very, considering her state. Then she moaned and stretched and sat up.and found that she was naked. She scrambled with the bed sheets to cover herself and when she was shielded, she looked up. Though his eyes were averted, there was a small smile playing on Ayron's lips.
"You?" she laughed in disbelief, "You undressed me?"
The smile was gone. "Well, I, that is, well, I." he stammered nervously, ".you were all wet and had a bloodied nose, so I thought I would clean you up and get you warmed up and, well.well, I guess it wouldn't look good on my record as a caretaker if my charge got deathly ill before she could complete her task."
Anikara rolled her eyes at his babbling incoherence, choosing to ignore the impersonality of his last statement as she motioned for him to turn around. He did so politely and she stood shakily on weak legs and tried to take a step. And cried out in alarm as her knees buckled. Ayron didn't think, he just whirled around and caught her in mid air. Their eyes met for a moment as their bodies collided. Ayron's jaw dropped and Anikara bit her lower lip flirtatiously.
"I.I'm sorry, I, I didn't think."
"Well, whatever for?" She grinned as she got her feet under her again. "If not for you I'd have a bump on my pretty little arse. My hero!"
Clearing his throat, he laughed nervously. "Um, I think I'll wait for you in the kitchen," he blurted as he ran for the door. Shaking her head, Anikara dressed slowly, minding her aching back and head. Pulling on some jeans and a low cut pink tee shirt and was about to join Ayron in the kitchen when she stopped and turned to her bedside table. She sighed slowly, then, allowing a small smile creep upon her lips, she reached over and grabbed her amulet from a basket there. Clutching it protectively against her, she left the bedroom to go tease Ayron about naked women. And to tell him she had made her choice.
A/N: Heh, I love sexual tension.anywho, I hope you are all enjoying, don't forget to R/R or the universe will collapse in on itself and Elvis will return from his home planet to signal the end.peace!!(
Disclaimer: This goes for all previous chapters as well: I don't own any of Jim Henson's settings, characters, etc you get the point..everything else is mine (
Chapter 4: The Morning After
Sarah was awake long before she opened her eyes, trying to figure out at what point she had gone from reality to dream the night before.trying to figure out if any of it had been real. After fifteen minutes of circular thinking, she realized that she just didn't know. She felt tears welling in her eyes at the memory of him. She hated to feel weak or helpless, which was one reason she had decided to get her black belt in tae kwon doe, but last night, she had wanted to feel helpless in his arms, to let him do as he wished with her. She had been his, completely, body and soul.and she hated it. She felt as though she had betrayed herself, even if it was only a dream. How could she give herself to someone who had wanted to steal away her baby brother and turn him into one of those disgusting, drooling, drunken goblins?
Biting back her tears, she opened her eyes and sat up. She immediately regretted it. Her head felt like a ball of lead on her shoulders and the room danced around her, like the time that she had mistaken a half-full bottle of vodka for spring water; she had been rather thirsty. Falling back onto her pillow, she pulled the covers over her head and gave up on getting out of bed. It could only mean trouble on a day like today.
~~*~~
Jareth woke up with the same pounding feeling of a hangover, but he sensed another element in the air. It was a tangy, electric scent that made the hairs on the back of his neck prick up.
"Magic," He spat the word out like it tasted bad as he threw back the covers. He didn't know whether he had actually been there in the ballroom or had merely been under a dream spell, but he would find out who was behind it. He felt like a fool for letting himself fall under not only the magic spell, but also the spell that Sarah had wrapped around his heart as he took her in his arms. Had he imagined the lidded desire within her eyes? Had he felt her melt against him as he pushed his lips against hers?
He pushed the thoughts out of his mind. He had to, it had only been a spell. She would never warm to him so. His thoughts, in silent mutiny against his will, turned to that fateful moment and those haunting words.he had no power over her. Certainly not love, nor even lust. To feel her against him, to hold her, to be held by her.how dare anyone, much less one of his own kind, subject him to such torture? It was an outrage!
He dressed himself in his usual gray tights, black vest and poet's shirt. And as a last touch, he donned his pendant, enjoying the feel of it against his bared chest before exiting his chambers and kicking an unfortunate goblin that happened to be scuttling by and enjoying its squeal of fright as it ricocheted through the hall and down the stairs. This was going to be a long day.
~~*~~
It hurt. That was all she knew for a long while and she was well reminded why she was warned not to use magic Aboveground. At some point Ayron must have come and gone, for she was now in bed and there was a cup of now cold tea and a sandwich on her bedside table that she didn't have the energy to touch. It was hard to say how long it had been since she had broken the spell, but as she drifted between waking and sleeping, she could feel the sun rising and setting. One.two.three.on and on.
When Ayron next came several days later, he found she had not so much as moved since he'd lain her there.
"You might as well try to get up, Anikara, you have to get some food and sunlight."
A sigh escaped her and she turned her head towards him, her eyes dull and weary and as defiant as possible, which wasn't very, considering her state. Then she moaned and stretched and sat up.and found that she was naked. She scrambled with the bed sheets to cover herself and when she was shielded, she looked up. Though his eyes were averted, there was a small smile playing on Ayron's lips.
"You?" she laughed in disbelief, "You undressed me?"
The smile was gone. "Well, I, that is, well, I." he stammered nervously, ".you were all wet and had a bloodied nose, so I thought I would clean you up and get you warmed up and, well.well, I guess it wouldn't look good on my record as a caretaker if my charge got deathly ill before she could complete her task."
Anikara rolled her eyes at his babbling incoherence, choosing to ignore the impersonality of his last statement as she motioned for him to turn around. He did so politely and she stood shakily on weak legs and tried to take a step. And cried out in alarm as her knees buckled. Ayron didn't think, he just whirled around and caught her in mid air. Their eyes met for a moment as their bodies collided. Ayron's jaw dropped and Anikara bit her lower lip flirtatiously.
"I.I'm sorry, I, I didn't think."
"Well, whatever for?" She grinned as she got her feet under her again. "If not for you I'd have a bump on my pretty little arse. My hero!"
Clearing his throat, he laughed nervously. "Um, I think I'll wait for you in the kitchen," he blurted as he ran for the door. Shaking her head, Anikara dressed slowly, minding her aching back and head. Pulling on some jeans and a low cut pink tee shirt and was about to join Ayron in the kitchen when she stopped and turned to her bedside table. She sighed slowly, then, allowing a small smile creep upon her lips, she reached over and grabbed her amulet from a basket there. Clutching it protectively against her, she left the bedroom to go tease Ayron about naked women. And to tell him she had made her choice.
A/N: Heh, I love sexual tension.anywho, I hope you are all enjoying, don't forget to R/R or the universe will collapse in on itself and Elvis will return from his home planet to signal the end.peace!!(