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AN: Ooh, a lot of you catch on quickly as to what's going on. So? Am I quick enough for you? Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth
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Strangely Devine Chapter Eight: Madame Tounoirelle
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Sarah was slightly taken aback when Gwendolyn took her firmly by the arm and led her down the filthy cobblestone street away from Jareth, Aislinn and Ilareo. She seemed angry. Furious even, and it was almost amusing but Sarah knew better then to laugh at the state her friend had worked herself into.
"What is it?" she asked as the rounded a corner and moved off the high street. Sarah was surprised to see street signs. She didn't, for some reason, think that they would be as organized as all that.
"That--- that-eugh!" Was all Gwendolyn could say in her flustered state.
Sarah dragged her to a stop and carefully put her hands on Gwen's shoulders. "Luv, what is it?"
"Do you know what that woman is planning for you?" she sputtered "That horrible, horrible woman!"
"N--no" Sarah was suddenly very afraid it was something much worse then an arranged marriage to some old coot in the mountains. Maybe she was going to send her to the bog of eternal stench first-or maybe banish her somewhere horrible. "If it's the arranged marriage I-- I know about that"
Gwendolyn put her hands on Sarah's shoulders and sighed. "Yes and-" she stopped short. "And-you're--- oh hell," she seemed to be having an internal conflict and started for what looked to Sarah like a sweet shop. Quickly, she followed her in hand loitered by the door where she could hear Gwen ordering a large quantity of chocolate. When she returned to Sarah she handed her a piece and Sarah took it quietly, confused as she was.
Gwendolyn stuffed her comfort food package into the deep folds of her travelling cloak and pulled Sarah again. "Come on, I know you'll have questions but just keep quiet for a moment"
Sarah was too alarmed to say anything and just followed Gwen back out onto the street and soon enough into a thatched roof house with a sign out front that said 'Tounoirelle's Dressmakers'. Inside was dark and dank and smelled of dust covered up in rose petals. The heavy honey velvet curtains in the windows hid displays of Tounoirelle's various collections and there was a row of fitting rooms along one wall. A middle-aged woman with her black hair pulled back in a loose bun regarded them wearily.
"Ah, Lady Gwendolyn" her voice was loud and like that of one who smoked too many cigarettes. As far as Sarah knew they didn't have cigarettes down here, and she was craving one like mad at the moment. "Who is your lovely friend?"
Gwendolyn nodded to the woman "Madam Tounoirelle, this is my good friend Lady Sarah, she is the daughter of the Marquis de Lexelit."
Sarah nodded blankly to the woman.
"Lexelit?" Madame Tounoirelle mused, "I've never heard of it. Down south, is it?"
"North, actually" Sarah heard herself saying in a funny voice. She'd gotten so used to this lie that she actually half believed it now. Not yet though. "A little fishing village"
'Oh, how quaint" said Madame Tounoirelle, and she said it sincerely as if she really thought it sounded truly charming. "So, you shall be needing some dresses then?"
"Yes" Gwendolyn said, stepping forward and pulling Sarah with her "Unfortunately there was an accident and all of my Lady's clothes were destroyed. So we shall need to commission an entire wardrobe"
Madame Tounoirelle looked horrified about the lack of clothing in a way Sarah felt Emily would be proud of "Oh, you poor dear" she cooed "Of course, just sit over here, make yourself comfortable. Tea?" She waved her hand at a small sitting area, where scarlet upholstered furniture looked rather dusty and bouquet of wilting flowers sat in the vase. A tea tray appeared on the table and Sarah and Gwen helped themselves to it.
Madame Tounoirelle reappeared a few moments later and sat down next to Sarah. "Now, what colour are your eyes, dear" she mused, peering into Sarah's face. "Oh! Green! How lovely, I do get sick of boring blues and browns after a while. Green, well, that's lovely with violet" she waved her hand and a bolt of violet ruched silk appeared in her lap. "Lovely, I think. And also hmm." She stared at Sarah and waved her hand a few more times until her arms were laden down with several different shades of green ranging from the deepest forest to the softest sea foam.
Sarah blinked. "How many dresses am I getting exactly?" she asked slowly
Gwendolyn grinned and pulled out her coin purse clanking it cheekily "His majesty says to buy whatever you desire"
Sarah's eyebrows shot up "He said that, did he?"
"Ooh!" Madame Tounoirelle squealed and waved her hand a few more times "The High Prince you mean?" Now bolts of heavy wool, chiffon, silk, velvet, satin, lace, cotton, and jersey appeared in her arms. There were pinks, creams, scarlets, deep navys, soft yellows, eye-popping blues, and the blackest blacks. There were *so many*, Sarah thought, why one earth would she need all this.
"Hmm" Madam Tounoirelle sighed and added one last off white silk to the pile of texteiles she had accumulated. She shifted them all over to the chairs next to her and turned again to Sarah. "Now, stand over by the mirror please"
Sarah set down her teacup and stood obediently. Madame Tounoirelle pulled a tape measure out of thin air and took her measurements. "Hmm. you're a bit on the skinny side aren't you"
Sarah made a disgruntled sound that caused the other two to laugh.
"Right, now *I* think that you have lovely slim shoulders and arms, so you show them off. And perhaps push this up a bit more" She reached around behind Sarah and pushed her breasts up. Sarah's eyes were as wide as saucers. It was singularly the most violating thing that had happened since she had been in the Underground.
"And your neck is lovely as well, very graceful. And for down here---" the woman's hands travelled to her hips and patted her bottom. Sarah stared at their reflections, trying not to bust up laughing. "Now, dear, there is nothing here. Did you not grow when you were small? Honestly, if hoops weren't so out I would recommend them."
Before Sarah could say anything Tounoirelle had waved her hands and several of the fabrics began to swim around Sarah's body. "Just hold still dear, don't want to prick you"
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Jareth absolutely hated it. He held his sister's arm as they handed out coins to small Fae children or others who were not so well off. He had a small inkling of guilt at seeing how many dirty illiterate peasants there actually were in Gavelsy. Perhaps when he was King he would do something about it. But right now handing out a silver coin to some old gnarled woman wasn't going to make her life any easier. Seeing he and his sister wasn't going to bring them out of this mess.
Jareth voiced his thoughts to his sister quietly and she sneered at him "Why brother, I've never heard you speak with such concern for anyone else but yourself." She poked him in the chest "Perhaps your black little heart is growing. Hmm? Anyway I don't care if it helps them, do I? I care that they love me" she sighed happily and gave a small girl a coin. Then she pulled a face and wiped her hands on a handkerchief.
After Aislinn was sure that enough people loved her for the day Jareth handed her over to Ilareo. It would just be dreadful should she be left on her own without someone big ad strong to protect her. Perhaps, Jareth thought, he was being unfair in this case, because she was his sister. Had it been, say, Sarah who needed his protection, he would probably jump at the opportunity.
He really did love Aislinn. He had no choice. She was like him in too many ways to be ignored for long and after all, they were family.
Ilareo gave him a pitiful look before accompanying the Princess to a beauty shop so she might get some more of her sickeningly sweet perfume. This left Jareth on his own. He decided to find Gwen and Sarah for amusement's sake.
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Sarah had been wrapped and rewrapped in every fabric and colour of the rainbow. She didn't completely understand how one could go for a fitting if one's clothes were still on. That and her legs were going numb for standing for so long. They'd been there for hours, she was sure. Gwendolyn had long ago retired to the sitting area to drink cup after cup of tea in silence. Sarah wondered how she was sitting still at all with all that caffeine running through her system. Then she realized that the Fae probably didn't know what caffeine was, and even if they did it probably had no effect on them or something equally un subject to the normal rules.
"Will you be buying undergarments and shoes as well, Lady Sarah?" Madame Tounoirelle asked, waving her hand and appearing a black satin fabric. She waved her hands until it suctioned to her frame in the shape of a strapless bodice and full skirt. Sarah frowned as Tounoirelle waved her hands again and it was replaced by a shimmering gossamer like blue.
"I'll never wear half of these in a million years" she mumbled, and it was obvious from how relatively secretive Gwen was being that she was under some kind of instructions by the Goblin King to do something. Something evil no doubt. How buying a load of gowns was evil though, was beyond Sarah.
Gwendolyn set down her tea cup and counted on her fingers "Undergarments, let's see, we'll take three corsets, twelve undershirts, and fifteen pairs of bloomers-"
"No" Sarah said sharply, glaring. She paused for a moment before turning back to Madame Tounoirelle and lifting the hem of her dress to just above the deep redy brown boots she wore. They were actually quite lovely, with pointed toes and a sturdy heel, they came to just below her knee. "Can you- "
The woman raised an eyebrow. "Wish to show me something, dear? I'm sure I can duplicate it. This is where all my magic resides anyway, so I should be able to"
Sarah blinked for a moment, trying to work out the 'this is where my magic resides' comment but brushed it off. She couldn't possibly be expected to learn everything could she. "Yeah," she said casually, knowing it would piss off Gwendolyn. Tounoirelle probably wouldn't be offended in the slightest. She lifted her dress and bundled the skirt up in her arms until all of her stick like legs were visible as well as the end of the corset and her knickers.
Gwendolyn's teacup rattled in its saucer "Sarah--- put it down!" she choked out.
Sarah raised her head high. It had taken a lot of work to wear only one pair of underwear for three weeks. She'd eventually worked out a system that was both functionary and sanitary, but she would be damned if she couldn't get a few more pairs.
Tounoirelle was already looking at the panties with fascination. "Those are quite remarkable, if not a bit scandalous" she nodded. And started moving her hands about in a flighty manner. "They're cotton and some other thing I can't make out"
"Oh" Sarah nodded "Probably Polyester or some other synthetic thing"
"Very Fascinating" Tounoirelle continued.
"Very fascinating indeed"
Sarah whirled around, still holding her dress up around her neck. Gwendolyn gave a shrill cry and stood up at Jareth's unannounced presence. "You! Close your eyes and stop gawking at her, you bastard!"
Sarah caught Jareth's eye for a moment. He looked somewhat shocked and somewhat pleased and somewhat amused as usual. His icy gaze glanced down and Sarah quickly dropped her skirt but not before he'd probably had time to see her long thin legs. She wasn't particularly bothered about it, everything was covered and it was like being seen in one's bikini really. Gwen on the other hand was seething and spouting all sort of etiquette nonsense and she'd stopped calling him 'your majesty' and taken to more colourful terms such as 'miserable bastard' and such.
Jareth was ignoring her though. He was staring at the blushing Sarah. She supposed in a world where your knees were considered a private matter, she had more or less giving him quite the peep show.
"Oh Gwen," she muttered blushing horribly still. "Just leave it"
"But he-" she trailed off and pulled out her chocolate. With a firm flop down on the settee she began eating it and fuming at Jareth with her eyes.
Madame Tounoirelle said "Er" and then dropped into a low curtsy, he tape measure flapping behind her.
When she'd finished Jareth said "Are you all quite done here?" that carefully guarded amused expression was still in place. Gwen swallowed angrily.
"Yes" Said Madame Tounoirelle with a dramatic flourish of her hand, the tape measure and textiles disappeared. She looked at Sarah. "And your-erm- knickers, as it were. Shall be with your wardrobe when you return to the castle. The old woman then wend behind her desk and pulled out a piece of parchment. "I assume you will be paying for all this, your highness?"
Jareth looked at Gwendolyn and she glared for a long moment and tossed him his money bag wordlessly. Sarah stepped away from the mirror "Uh-you don't have to do that-I mean"
"Sarah, how pray tell will you?" he asked silkily as she came to stand beside him. Eventually Gwendolyn came over as well. "You have no clothes and no worldly possessions. Besides that, I have more money then you could possibly imagine and quite enjoy spending it frivolously" With that he dumped out the contents of the coin purse out on the desk, mumbling, "Keep the change"
Tounoirelle raised a bemused eyebrow but took the money anyway. To Sarah it looked like an awful lot of money but she kept her gob shut.
"Well, thank you" she said "I must do something to repay you though"
Jareth turned to stare down at her, he smiled crookedly "I could think of a few things" he murmured, touching her cheek. Sarah shut her eyes, trying to block out the sexual tension invading her every pore. When she opened them again he was no longer looking at her but thanking Madame Tounoirelle.
Sarah wondered if it was so very sluttish of her to wonder about the possible things she could do for him. Oh, stop that train of thought right now, her conscience chided. It would only lead to really bad things that she didn't want to be involved in. Much. Perhaps it wasn't sluttish-perhaps it was his own fault for being so attractive.
In any case, Sarah made a silent promise that she would never do anything sluttish on Jareth's behalf. It wouldn't do.
When they stepped outside of the store Gwendolyn (who was still livid) vanished herself to the carriage. Jareth put his arm around Sarah's waist, preparing to vanish them to the carriages as well when she stopped him.
He looked down at her with surprise in his mismatched eyes.
Sarah hesitated as she placed her small hands on his shoulder and then stood up on tip toe and pressed her lips to his cheek softly and chastely. When she pulled away the surprise was so obviously written across his palled face that she had to laugh.
"Well, thank you. That was repaying you"
"Aw, you wound me Sarah" he teased. Sarah had never known him to tease in a way that wasn't cruel. It was. intriguing. He continued "I think you could do better then that"
It was an invitation that she chose to ignore and instead cleared her throat loudly.
"Shall we return to the carriages?"
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AN: Tee hee. Oh my.
Thanks:
draegon-fire: Lol, well, she didn't exactly find one particular thing to make him drool, did she? I doubt flashing counts. Oh well, I'll soon right that. And I like whiny Jareth, I think it's cute. Ootori: Of course he does. Mostly because he is a royal whore. Tee hee. Can you not see Jareth, as a street walker? He works hard for the money and is very stylish in knee high feck me boots? Oh hang on, he already has those. Winter5: Heh, they are rather cute, huh. Sayanna: *falls over from the praise and dies* why THANK you!
Remember to REVIEW
AN: Ooh, a lot of you catch on quickly as to what's going on. So? Am I quick enough for you? Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth
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Strangely Devine Chapter Eight: Madame Tounoirelle
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Sarah was slightly taken aback when Gwendolyn took her firmly by the arm and led her down the filthy cobblestone street away from Jareth, Aislinn and Ilareo. She seemed angry. Furious even, and it was almost amusing but Sarah knew better then to laugh at the state her friend had worked herself into.
"What is it?" she asked as the rounded a corner and moved off the high street. Sarah was surprised to see street signs. She didn't, for some reason, think that they would be as organized as all that.
"That--- that-eugh!" Was all Gwendolyn could say in her flustered state.
Sarah dragged her to a stop and carefully put her hands on Gwen's shoulders. "Luv, what is it?"
"Do you know what that woman is planning for you?" she sputtered "That horrible, horrible woman!"
"N--no" Sarah was suddenly very afraid it was something much worse then an arranged marriage to some old coot in the mountains. Maybe she was going to send her to the bog of eternal stench first-or maybe banish her somewhere horrible. "If it's the arranged marriage I-- I know about that"
Gwendolyn put her hands on Sarah's shoulders and sighed. "Yes and-" she stopped short. "And-you're--- oh hell," she seemed to be having an internal conflict and started for what looked to Sarah like a sweet shop. Quickly, she followed her in hand loitered by the door where she could hear Gwen ordering a large quantity of chocolate. When she returned to Sarah she handed her a piece and Sarah took it quietly, confused as she was.
Gwendolyn stuffed her comfort food package into the deep folds of her travelling cloak and pulled Sarah again. "Come on, I know you'll have questions but just keep quiet for a moment"
Sarah was too alarmed to say anything and just followed Gwen back out onto the street and soon enough into a thatched roof house with a sign out front that said 'Tounoirelle's Dressmakers'. Inside was dark and dank and smelled of dust covered up in rose petals. The heavy honey velvet curtains in the windows hid displays of Tounoirelle's various collections and there was a row of fitting rooms along one wall. A middle-aged woman with her black hair pulled back in a loose bun regarded them wearily.
"Ah, Lady Gwendolyn" her voice was loud and like that of one who smoked too many cigarettes. As far as Sarah knew they didn't have cigarettes down here, and she was craving one like mad at the moment. "Who is your lovely friend?"
Gwendolyn nodded to the woman "Madam Tounoirelle, this is my good friend Lady Sarah, she is the daughter of the Marquis de Lexelit."
Sarah nodded blankly to the woman.
"Lexelit?" Madame Tounoirelle mused, "I've never heard of it. Down south, is it?"
"North, actually" Sarah heard herself saying in a funny voice. She'd gotten so used to this lie that she actually half believed it now. Not yet though. "A little fishing village"
'Oh, how quaint" said Madame Tounoirelle, and she said it sincerely as if she really thought it sounded truly charming. "So, you shall be needing some dresses then?"
"Yes" Gwendolyn said, stepping forward and pulling Sarah with her "Unfortunately there was an accident and all of my Lady's clothes were destroyed. So we shall need to commission an entire wardrobe"
Madame Tounoirelle looked horrified about the lack of clothing in a way Sarah felt Emily would be proud of "Oh, you poor dear" she cooed "Of course, just sit over here, make yourself comfortable. Tea?" She waved her hand at a small sitting area, where scarlet upholstered furniture looked rather dusty and bouquet of wilting flowers sat in the vase. A tea tray appeared on the table and Sarah and Gwen helped themselves to it.
Madame Tounoirelle reappeared a few moments later and sat down next to Sarah. "Now, what colour are your eyes, dear" she mused, peering into Sarah's face. "Oh! Green! How lovely, I do get sick of boring blues and browns after a while. Green, well, that's lovely with violet" she waved her hand and a bolt of violet ruched silk appeared in her lap. "Lovely, I think. And also hmm." She stared at Sarah and waved her hand a few more times until her arms were laden down with several different shades of green ranging from the deepest forest to the softest sea foam.
Sarah blinked. "How many dresses am I getting exactly?" she asked slowly
Gwendolyn grinned and pulled out her coin purse clanking it cheekily "His majesty says to buy whatever you desire"
Sarah's eyebrows shot up "He said that, did he?"
"Ooh!" Madame Tounoirelle squealed and waved her hand a few more times "The High Prince you mean?" Now bolts of heavy wool, chiffon, silk, velvet, satin, lace, cotton, and jersey appeared in her arms. There were pinks, creams, scarlets, deep navys, soft yellows, eye-popping blues, and the blackest blacks. There were *so many*, Sarah thought, why one earth would she need all this.
"Hmm" Madam Tounoirelle sighed and added one last off white silk to the pile of texteiles she had accumulated. She shifted them all over to the chairs next to her and turned again to Sarah. "Now, stand over by the mirror please"
Sarah set down her teacup and stood obediently. Madame Tounoirelle pulled a tape measure out of thin air and took her measurements. "Hmm. you're a bit on the skinny side aren't you"
Sarah made a disgruntled sound that caused the other two to laugh.
"Right, now *I* think that you have lovely slim shoulders and arms, so you show them off. And perhaps push this up a bit more" She reached around behind Sarah and pushed her breasts up. Sarah's eyes were as wide as saucers. It was singularly the most violating thing that had happened since she had been in the Underground.
"And your neck is lovely as well, very graceful. And for down here---" the woman's hands travelled to her hips and patted her bottom. Sarah stared at their reflections, trying not to bust up laughing. "Now, dear, there is nothing here. Did you not grow when you were small? Honestly, if hoops weren't so out I would recommend them."
Before Sarah could say anything Tounoirelle had waved her hands and several of the fabrics began to swim around Sarah's body. "Just hold still dear, don't want to prick you"
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Jareth absolutely hated it. He held his sister's arm as they handed out coins to small Fae children or others who were not so well off. He had a small inkling of guilt at seeing how many dirty illiterate peasants there actually were in Gavelsy. Perhaps when he was King he would do something about it. But right now handing out a silver coin to some old gnarled woman wasn't going to make her life any easier. Seeing he and his sister wasn't going to bring them out of this mess.
Jareth voiced his thoughts to his sister quietly and she sneered at him "Why brother, I've never heard you speak with such concern for anyone else but yourself." She poked him in the chest "Perhaps your black little heart is growing. Hmm? Anyway I don't care if it helps them, do I? I care that they love me" she sighed happily and gave a small girl a coin. Then she pulled a face and wiped her hands on a handkerchief.
After Aislinn was sure that enough people loved her for the day Jareth handed her over to Ilareo. It would just be dreadful should she be left on her own without someone big ad strong to protect her. Perhaps, Jareth thought, he was being unfair in this case, because she was his sister. Had it been, say, Sarah who needed his protection, he would probably jump at the opportunity.
He really did love Aislinn. He had no choice. She was like him in too many ways to be ignored for long and after all, they were family.
Ilareo gave him a pitiful look before accompanying the Princess to a beauty shop so she might get some more of her sickeningly sweet perfume. This left Jareth on his own. He decided to find Gwen and Sarah for amusement's sake.
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Sarah had been wrapped and rewrapped in every fabric and colour of the rainbow. She didn't completely understand how one could go for a fitting if one's clothes were still on. That and her legs were going numb for standing for so long. They'd been there for hours, she was sure. Gwendolyn had long ago retired to the sitting area to drink cup after cup of tea in silence. Sarah wondered how she was sitting still at all with all that caffeine running through her system. Then she realized that the Fae probably didn't know what caffeine was, and even if they did it probably had no effect on them or something equally un subject to the normal rules.
"Will you be buying undergarments and shoes as well, Lady Sarah?" Madame Tounoirelle asked, waving her hand and appearing a black satin fabric. She waved her hands until it suctioned to her frame in the shape of a strapless bodice and full skirt. Sarah frowned as Tounoirelle waved her hands again and it was replaced by a shimmering gossamer like blue.
"I'll never wear half of these in a million years" she mumbled, and it was obvious from how relatively secretive Gwen was being that she was under some kind of instructions by the Goblin King to do something. Something evil no doubt. How buying a load of gowns was evil though, was beyond Sarah.
Gwendolyn set down her tea cup and counted on her fingers "Undergarments, let's see, we'll take three corsets, twelve undershirts, and fifteen pairs of bloomers-"
"No" Sarah said sharply, glaring. She paused for a moment before turning back to Madame Tounoirelle and lifting the hem of her dress to just above the deep redy brown boots she wore. They were actually quite lovely, with pointed toes and a sturdy heel, they came to just below her knee. "Can you- "
The woman raised an eyebrow. "Wish to show me something, dear? I'm sure I can duplicate it. This is where all my magic resides anyway, so I should be able to"
Sarah blinked for a moment, trying to work out the 'this is where my magic resides' comment but brushed it off. She couldn't possibly be expected to learn everything could she. "Yeah," she said casually, knowing it would piss off Gwendolyn. Tounoirelle probably wouldn't be offended in the slightest. She lifted her dress and bundled the skirt up in her arms until all of her stick like legs were visible as well as the end of the corset and her knickers.
Gwendolyn's teacup rattled in its saucer "Sarah--- put it down!" she choked out.
Sarah raised her head high. It had taken a lot of work to wear only one pair of underwear for three weeks. She'd eventually worked out a system that was both functionary and sanitary, but she would be damned if she couldn't get a few more pairs.
Tounoirelle was already looking at the panties with fascination. "Those are quite remarkable, if not a bit scandalous" she nodded. And started moving her hands about in a flighty manner. "They're cotton and some other thing I can't make out"
"Oh" Sarah nodded "Probably Polyester or some other synthetic thing"
"Very Fascinating" Tounoirelle continued.
"Very fascinating indeed"
Sarah whirled around, still holding her dress up around her neck. Gwendolyn gave a shrill cry and stood up at Jareth's unannounced presence. "You! Close your eyes and stop gawking at her, you bastard!"
Sarah caught Jareth's eye for a moment. He looked somewhat shocked and somewhat pleased and somewhat amused as usual. His icy gaze glanced down and Sarah quickly dropped her skirt but not before he'd probably had time to see her long thin legs. She wasn't particularly bothered about it, everything was covered and it was like being seen in one's bikini really. Gwen on the other hand was seething and spouting all sort of etiquette nonsense and she'd stopped calling him 'your majesty' and taken to more colourful terms such as 'miserable bastard' and such.
Jareth was ignoring her though. He was staring at the blushing Sarah. She supposed in a world where your knees were considered a private matter, she had more or less giving him quite the peep show.
"Oh Gwen," she muttered blushing horribly still. "Just leave it"
"But he-" she trailed off and pulled out her chocolate. With a firm flop down on the settee she began eating it and fuming at Jareth with her eyes.
Madame Tounoirelle said "Er" and then dropped into a low curtsy, he tape measure flapping behind her.
When she'd finished Jareth said "Are you all quite done here?" that carefully guarded amused expression was still in place. Gwen swallowed angrily.
"Yes" Said Madame Tounoirelle with a dramatic flourish of her hand, the tape measure and textiles disappeared. She looked at Sarah. "And your-erm- knickers, as it were. Shall be with your wardrobe when you return to the castle. The old woman then wend behind her desk and pulled out a piece of parchment. "I assume you will be paying for all this, your highness?"
Jareth looked at Gwendolyn and she glared for a long moment and tossed him his money bag wordlessly. Sarah stepped away from the mirror "Uh-you don't have to do that-I mean"
"Sarah, how pray tell will you?" he asked silkily as she came to stand beside him. Eventually Gwendolyn came over as well. "You have no clothes and no worldly possessions. Besides that, I have more money then you could possibly imagine and quite enjoy spending it frivolously" With that he dumped out the contents of the coin purse out on the desk, mumbling, "Keep the change"
Tounoirelle raised a bemused eyebrow but took the money anyway. To Sarah it looked like an awful lot of money but she kept her gob shut.
"Well, thank you" she said "I must do something to repay you though"
Jareth turned to stare down at her, he smiled crookedly "I could think of a few things" he murmured, touching her cheek. Sarah shut her eyes, trying to block out the sexual tension invading her every pore. When she opened them again he was no longer looking at her but thanking Madame Tounoirelle.
Sarah wondered if it was so very sluttish of her to wonder about the possible things she could do for him. Oh, stop that train of thought right now, her conscience chided. It would only lead to really bad things that she didn't want to be involved in. Much. Perhaps it wasn't sluttish-perhaps it was his own fault for being so attractive.
In any case, Sarah made a silent promise that she would never do anything sluttish on Jareth's behalf. It wouldn't do.
When they stepped outside of the store Gwendolyn (who was still livid) vanished herself to the carriage. Jareth put his arm around Sarah's waist, preparing to vanish them to the carriages as well when she stopped him.
He looked down at her with surprise in his mismatched eyes.
Sarah hesitated as she placed her small hands on his shoulder and then stood up on tip toe and pressed her lips to his cheek softly and chastely. When she pulled away the surprise was so obviously written across his palled face that she had to laugh.
"Well, thank you. That was repaying you"
"Aw, you wound me Sarah" he teased. Sarah had never known him to tease in a way that wasn't cruel. It was. intriguing. He continued "I think you could do better then that"
It was an invitation that she chose to ignore and instead cleared her throat loudly.
"Shall we return to the carriages?"
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AN: Tee hee. Oh my.
Thanks:
draegon-fire: Lol, well, she didn't exactly find one particular thing to make him drool, did she? I doubt flashing counts. Oh well, I'll soon right that. And I like whiny Jareth, I think it's cute. Ootori: Of course he does. Mostly because he is a royal whore. Tee hee. Can you not see Jareth, as a street walker? He works hard for the money and is very stylish in knee high feck me boots? Oh hang on, he already has those. Winter5: Heh, they are rather cute, huh. Sayanna: *falls over from the praise and dies* why THANK you!
Remember to REVIEW