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Author's note- I got 13 hours of sleep last night. And I'm STILL tired. o.0 Don't ask me how that happened.... anyways, I had no internet access for a long while there, so please excuse the long wait. --'
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Sarah stared at the door through which Jareth left for a moment before reluctantly getting out of the cozy bed.
She walked to the door on the left and opened the door slowly.
To her surprise there was a small waterfall coming from the wall, pouring into a large round bathtub. Steam was coming from the water so she assumed that it was Jareth's substitute for a shower.
She let herself in and closed the door behind her, and the sweet lavender scent coming from the water swept over her. Everything seemed heavenly in this room, and made her never want to leave.
"But would I really stay here just for a good bath?" she asked herself, before looking around at the rest of the bathroom.
It had all the esssentials, a sink, toilet, soaps, mirrors...
"And your standard waterfall..." she mused, before letting the nightgown slide down her form.
She dipped a toe into the circular bathtub and found the water to be nice and warm. Not too cold, but not scalding hot either. In fact, it was...
"Perfect..."
She let the word roll over her tongue as she stepped fully into the water, finding that it came up to her knees.
She slowly made her way over to the waterfall, finding that the water had reached her upper thighs by the time she had gotten there.
She let the warm water from the fall run over her skin like silk as she shut her eyes.
"Mmmmmm..."
She turned in a circle so that the water had slid over every inch on her body before she faced away from it and dipped her head back to let the water run through her chestnut locks, quite content.
She opened her eyes again.
"Shampoo...." she muttered, looking around.
She looked to her left and next to the tub was a glass bottle containing a thick orangy liquid.
She picked it up and poured some into the palm of her hand.
Instantly, the sweet scent of peaches filled the air.
"Typical." she said to no one particular, rolling her eyes.
She massaged the liquid into her hair before letting the water slide through her locks once more, washing it off.
"Soap..." she muttered, and looking to her left again, she saw a smaller bottle of orangy liquid.
Raising a brow, she stared at it for a moment.
"Strange, that wasn't there before..."
She picked up the bottle, and poured some of the thick liquid into her hands, and lathered it up before massaging it into her skin.
She then let it wash away in the waterfall and grabbed a nearby towel, stepping out of the tub and wrapped it around her sopping form.
She exited the bathroom, and stepped into Jareth's bedroom, to find that she was completely dried.
"Huh?" she said, putting her hand through her clean but perfectly dried hair.
"How odd... Must be magic..." she muttered and walked around the bed to open the closet on the right side of the room.
She pulled open the closet door, and unsurprisingly found it to be a walk-in closet, filled with medieval looking dresses.
Oh how she would have loved this when she was younger.
"But I grew up... I left my fantasies behind.... I became a buisiness woman!!!" she yelled at the dresses, as if begging them to become pantsuits at her command.
But they didn't.
Suddenly the urge to pretend she was a princess in a faraway land swept over her. The sixteen year old Sarah was begging to come out again.
"No. No! I left this all behind! I came to my senses!!! I hate you Jareth!!"
But she finally gave in, taking a purple gown with a built-in corset.
She left the closet, slamming the soor and slipped into her dress. She fumbled with the corset for a while, but finally managed a technique involving a bedpost and some very odd grunting noises.
She went over to a mirror and admired her work, smoothing out some wrinkles and straightening things.
She sat down infront of a vanity mirror and picked up a brush, admiring it's beauty for a moment.
There were delicate golden designs, of an owl, crystals, a labyrinth...
"Suits him." she mumbled, before running it through her chocolate locks.
She decided to let her hair down for the day, and sat in the room.
She wondered how long until she was to be called to breakfast. Not to mention she wanted to know how she would be able to stand Jareth.
"Arrogant bastard..." she mumbled and flopped back onto the bed.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a familliar voice.
"Uh.... Sarah?"
The voice was that of Hoggle, a strange sense of fear in his voice.
"Are you.... in there?"
"Hoggle!" she said in surprise, and shot up, running over to answer the door.
She pulled it open, and found the dwarf standing there, with a smile on his face.
"Oh, Sarah! I thought I'd never see yous again!"
"Oh, Hoggle!"
Sarah dropped to her knees and hugged the dwarf tightly, he himself wrapping his arms around the much older Sarah.
"Yous grew up so much!" he mumbled into her shoulder.
"I missed you!"
"Well, come now." Hoggle said, releasing her and freeing himself from her grip. "We musn't keep Jareth waiting."
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"He can wait thirteen hours if he needs to. How've you been!?"
"Very good, but come on. He'll get upset with me if you're late."
"Oh, fine. For your sake."
Hoggle took Sarah's hand and led her down the winding halls, before they reached a dining room that very much resembled the crystal ballroom.
And there, at the head of the table sat Jareth.
Dressed as he was in the crystal ballroom, he smiled at her. There were covered silver platters filling the table, and a seat on the table, opposite Jareth, was set with a dish, forks, knives, spoons, a napkin...
"Sarah, have a seat. Hoggle, you may leave us." Jareth said, and Sarah took a seat.
"Yes your majesty." Hoggle replied, and quickly left the room.
"Sarah, you look simply beautiful." Jareth said, the words sliding off his tongue smoothly and seductively.
The way he said her name made Sarah blush.
"Stupid... Flattery won't get you any..." she replied, looking down at the table to keep him from seeing her blush.
Jareth just laughed, only slightly evilly.
He clapped his hands, and the covers on the food were gone.
There were pancakes, sausages, eggs, bacon, toast, muffins, donuts.... everything one could have for breakfast was on the table. And when Sarah looked it over, she realised how very hungry she was.
She took some of the food and put it on her plate, as Jareth was doing the same.
She didn't bother using manners or taking dainty bites in front of Jareth. She honestly didn't care what he thought of her. She just wanted out of the Underground, asap.
Every now and then, mismatched eyes would wander from their food to lay apon Sarah, but he'd always look away before she could see that he was looking at her.
"Fatal attraction..." a female voice rang in Jareth's head.
"Leave me alone." He thought back at the voice.
The voice emitted some laughter, but it was heard no more within the mind of Jareth.
The two ate their food in silence, but when they were both full, Jareth spoke up.
"Sarah, last night I saved you from a rapist, and now you must repay me."
"... What? I'm not doing anything for you."
"Ahh, but I think you'll find my conditions quite persuaisive. If you don't agree to what I ask, I'll send you back in time, to where you were going to be raped and murdered by that man."
"........... What do you want?"
"You have to live here with me for one month. If you still wish to leave at the end of the month, I'll let you go home to your fiance. But your oppinion of me may sway by the end of this month, and if it does, and you want to stay, I'll give you your dreams. Just like I was going to on that fateful night."
Sarah simply laughed. "Don't worry, you won't have to give me a thing at the end of this month. The last thing in the world I want is to be here with you."
She stood up, and made to the door.
"I'll be in my--- erm.... your.... room until lunch."
And with that, she wandered back along the winding corridors of the castle.
"Ahhh, Sarah. So blinded by what happened so long ago. But don't you worry, I'll make you mine. Though I may not give you your dreams as promised, for I've long since lost my love for you..."
An evil fit of insane laughter made it's way to Sarah's ears as she wandered down the hall, but she ignored it, and continued on to Jareth's room.
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Author's note- Dun dun DUN..... Lol. You've read.... now REVIEW!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Or I'll sick Gem on you! *A young woman, around nineteen, appears, with short black hair, a sleeveless trenchcoat, black shorts, black gloves going to her upper arms, black thigh-high boots, and twin revolvers in her hands appears* Gemini is my supercomputer/robot assasin. She does as I say! So review or I'll sick her on you!!! Meow. =^^=
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Author's note- I got 13 hours of sleep last night. And I'm STILL tired. o.0 Don't ask me how that happened.... anyways, I had no internet access for a long while there, so please excuse the long wait. --'
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Sarah stared at the door through which Jareth left for a moment before reluctantly getting out of the cozy bed.
She walked to the door on the left and opened the door slowly.
To her surprise there was a small waterfall coming from the wall, pouring into a large round bathtub. Steam was coming from the water so she assumed that it was Jareth's substitute for a shower.
She let herself in and closed the door behind her, and the sweet lavender scent coming from the water swept over her. Everything seemed heavenly in this room, and made her never want to leave.
"But would I really stay here just for a good bath?" she asked herself, before looking around at the rest of the bathroom.
It had all the esssentials, a sink, toilet, soaps, mirrors...
"And your standard waterfall..." she mused, before letting the nightgown slide down her form.
She dipped a toe into the circular bathtub and found the water to be nice and warm. Not too cold, but not scalding hot either. In fact, it was...
"Perfect..."
She let the word roll over her tongue as she stepped fully into the water, finding that it came up to her knees.
She slowly made her way over to the waterfall, finding that the water had reached her upper thighs by the time she had gotten there.
She let the warm water from the fall run over her skin like silk as she shut her eyes.
"Mmmmmm..."
She turned in a circle so that the water had slid over every inch on her body before she faced away from it and dipped her head back to let the water run through her chestnut locks, quite content.
She opened her eyes again.
"Shampoo...." she muttered, looking around.
She looked to her left and next to the tub was a glass bottle containing a thick orangy liquid.
She picked it up and poured some into the palm of her hand.
Instantly, the sweet scent of peaches filled the air.
"Typical." she said to no one particular, rolling her eyes.
She massaged the liquid into her hair before letting the water slide through her locks once more, washing it off.
"Soap..." she muttered, and looking to her left again, she saw a smaller bottle of orangy liquid.
Raising a brow, she stared at it for a moment.
"Strange, that wasn't there before..."
She picked up the bottle, and poured some of the thick liquid into her hands, and lathered it up before massaging it into her skin.
She then let it wash away in the waterfall and grabbed a nearby towel, stepping out of the tub and wrapped it around her sopping form.
She exited the bathroom, and stepped into Jareth's bedroom, to find that she was completely dried.
"Huh?" she said, putting her hand through her clean but perfectly dried hair.
"How odd... Must be magic..." she muttered and walked around the bed to open the closet on the right side of the room.
She pulled open the closet door, and unsurprisingly found it to be a walk-in closet, filled with medieval looking dresses.
Oh how she would have loved this when she was younger.
"But I grew up... I left my fantasies behind.... I became a buisiness woman!!!" she yelled at the dresses, as if begging them to become pantsuits at her command.
But they didn't.
Suddenly the urge to pretend she was a princess in a faraway land swept over her. The sixteen year old Sarah was begging to come out again.
"No. No! I left this all behind! I came to my senses!!! I hate you Jareth!!"
But she finally gave in, taking a purple gown with a built-in corset.
She left the closet, slamming the soor and slipped into her dress. She fumbled with the corset for a while, but finally managed a technique involving a bedpost and some very odd grunting noises.
She went over to a mirror and admired her work, smoothing out some wrinkles and straightening things.
She sat down infront of a vanity mirror and picked up a brush, admiring it's beauty for a moment.
There were delicate golden designs, of an owl, crystals, a labyrinth...
"Suits him." she mumbled, before running it through her chocolate locks.
She decided to let her hair down for the day, and sat in the room.
She wondered how long until she was to be called to breakfast. Not to mention she wanted to know how she would be able to stand Jareth.
"Arrogant bastard..." she mumbled and flopped back onto the bed.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a familliar voice.
"Uh.... Sarah?"
The voice was that of Hoggle, a strange sense of fear in his voice.
"Are you.... in there?"
"Hoggle!" she said in surprise, and shot up, running over to answer the door.
She pulled it open, and found the dwarf standing there, with a smile on his face.
"Oh, Sarah! I thought I'd never see yous again!"
"Oh, Hoggle!"
Sarah dropped to her knees and hugged the dwarf tightly, he himself wrapping his arms around the much older Sarah.
"Yous grew up so much!" he mumbled into her shoulder.
"I missed you!"
"Well, come now." Hoggle said, releasing her and freeing himself from her grip. "We musn't keep Jareth waiting."
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"He can wait thirteen hours if he needs to. How've you been!?"
"Very good, but come on. He'll get upset with me if you're late."
"Oh, fine. For your sake."
Hoggle took Sarah's hand and led her down the winding halls, before they reached a dining room that very much resembled the crystal ballroom.
And there, at the head of the table sat Jareth.
Dressed as he was in the crystal ballroom, he smiled at her. There were covered silver platters filling the table, and a seat on the table, opposite Jareth, was set with a dish, forks, knives, spoons, a napkin...
"Sarah, have a seat. Hoggle, you may leave us." Jareth said, and Sarah took a seat.
"Yes your majesty." Hoggle replied, and quickly left the room.
"Sarah, you look simply beautiful." Jareth said, the words sliding off his tongue smoothly and seductively.
The way he said her name made Sarah blush.
"Stupid... Flattery won't get you any..." she replied, looking down at the table to keep him from seeing her blush.
Jareth just laughed, only slightly evilly.
He clapped his hands, and the covers on the food were gone.
There were pancakes, sausages, eggs, bacon, toast, muffins, donuts.... everything one could have for breakfast was on the table. And when Sarah looked it over, she realised how very hungry she was.
She took some of the food and put it on her plate, as Jareth was doing the same.
She didn't bother using manners or taking dainty bites in front of Jareth. She honestly didn't care what he thought of her. She just wanted out of the Underground, asap.
Every now and then, mismatched eyes would wander from their food to lay apon Sarah, but he'd always look away before she could see that he was looking at her.
"Fatal attraction..." a female voice rang in Jareth's head.
"Leave me alone." He thought back at the voice.
The voice emitted some laughter, but it was heard no more within the mind of Jareth.
The two ate their food in silence, but when they were both full, Jareth spoke up.
"Sarah, last night I saved you from a rapist, and now you must repay me."
"... What? I'm not doing anything for you."
"Ahh, but I think you'll find my conditions quite persuaisive. If you don't agree to what I ask, I'll send you back in time, to where you were going to be raped and murdered by that man."
"........... What do you want?"
"You have to live here with me for one month. If you still wish to leave at the end of the month, I'll let you go home to your fiance. But your oppinion of me may sway by the end of this month, and if it does, and you want to stay, I'll give you your dreams. Just like I was going to on that fateful night."
Sarah simply laughed. "Don't worry, you won't have to give me a thing at the end of this month. The last thing in the world I want is to be here with you."
She stood up, and made to the door.
"I'll be in my--- erm.... your.... room until lunch."
And with that, she wandered back along the winding corridors of the castle.
"Ahhh, Sarah. So blinded by what happened so long ago. But don't you worry, I'll make you mine. Though I may not give you your dreams as promised, for I've long since lost my love for you..."
An evil fit of insane laughter made it's way to Sarah's ears as she wandered down the hall, but she ignored it, and continued on to Jareth's room.
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Author's note- Dun dun DUN..... Lol. You've read.... now REVIEW!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Or I'll sick Gem on you! *A young woman, around nineteen, appears, with short black hair, a sleeveless trenchcoat, black shorts, black gloves going to her upper arms, black thigh-high boots, and twin revolvers in her hands appears* Gemini is my supercomputer/robot assasin. She does as I say! So review or I'll sick her on you!!! Meow. =^^=
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