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AN: It may seem a bit weird because I took out a full four pages in the middle of just boring talking with absolutely nothing interesting or new in it. Anyway, there may seem like there's a bit of a gap between them sitting down to dinner and then the sudden drunkenness. Sorry. It was just excrement. Disclaimer: I do not own labyrinth.
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Strangely Devine; Chapter Thirteen: Of Sluttish Drunkeness
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Sarah and Jareth returned to the throne room where Gwendolyn was yelling at a mop irritably. Sarah quickly detangled herself from Jareth and ignored the amused eyebrow raise she got for it.
"Bloody useless!"
"Calm down Gwen, the mop doesn't know any better" Jareth said insolently
She glared at him and opened her mouth to shoot back some comment but Sarah cut her off before she could start. "Where's Gaeton?"
"Here" he mumbled though a mouth full of what looked like a sandwich. He offered her some but Sarah politely declined "Your loss" he grinned
Jareth waved his hand and disappeared only to reappear in the throne, one leg kicked over the arm, the firmly planted on the floor. "Grack" he said whimsically "Tell me what has been going on"
The goblin that stood next to his throne bowed shortly and then began to list off the goings on. Sarah listened but became bored and looked to Gwendolyn.
"When are we going back?" she asked softly
Gwen shrugged "Whenever you like. Did you see your room?"
Sarah's eyes glowed "It's great" she grinned
"Good, you'll have yourself a maid so I don't have to dress you and wake you all the time" Gwendolyn winked
Sarah clasped her hands behind her back. "When are the peace talks going to be over?" she asked
Gaeton moaned, "Who knows"
"Gaeton" Jareth said simply beckoning his friend and advisor over.
Gaeton pulled a face. "His majesty calls, I answer" he mumbled and bowed extravagantly at Jareth's feet. "Your oh so very royal high-"
"Oh stop it, is it true that the goblins destroyed the bridge over the Hzrisgh river?"
"Ah----" Gaeton shut his eyes briefly and then nodded "Oh yes, they did. They used the materials to build a guillotine, too"
Jareth glared darkly at Grack, who had managed to leave this part out. "And who, pray tell, are you Goblins beheading?"
"Er---ah--- well, your beautiful highness, Grack has not personally seen to the beheadings--- ah" Grack sputtered nervously. "But methinks it is most likely thieves"
"Thieves" Jareth nodded, looking completely furious "Well, Grack." He stopped speaking and looked over at Sarah and Gwendolyn. "Gwen, you may as well prepare to eat dinner here, this night. I have something to deal with. Gaeton"
They waved their hands and all three figures blinked out of the throne room leaving Sarah, Gwendolyn, and a few animated mops and buckets.
Sarah frowned "Is it a particularly bad thing that the goblins built a Guillotine and are beheading each other?"
"Erm, yes. Even though they seem like they're over populated and serve no purpose, it actually reflects quite badly on his majesty if his subjects go around decapitating each other. It's sort of his job to make sure they don't do that," Gwendolyn said in a flustered voice. "Argh-I'm done with this cleaning. Let's go to the kitchen's and get diner ready"
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When Jareth and Gaeton finally returned to the castle they were covered in dirt and dust. Gwendolyn had a fit over them making the newly cleaned throne room all dirty again and Gaeton purposefully stomped his boot with a rare angry look.
It seemed to Sarah that it had been a rather stressful day for both men. She and Gwendolyn had taken to the library where Sarah was surprised to find volumes of Shakespeare, handwritten in a leather bound book of yellowing parchment.
The large clock over the fireplace chimed six times, causing Gwendolyn to jump up in a flurry of excitement. "Oh I hope the kitchen goblins remember to make dinner" she fretted, vanishing herself and leaving Sarah in the library. Sarah sat blankly for a few moments before Gwendolyn returned, apologizing franticly and taking them both to a large room with high ceilings and an immense dining table.
Gwendolyn's hands flew about as she strode towards one end of the table. The fireplace jumped to life and the candles in their holders on the walls and on the table burst into twinkling flames. A stout Goblin rushed in, his chubby arms laden down with heavy china plates, which he promptly set the table with. Gwendolyn encouraged him to hurry and the goblin ran in and out through a swinging door, carrying linen napkins, goblets, and silverware.
Gwen instructed Sarah to sit to the left of the head of the table and she sat herself two places to the right. The two women descended into an easy silence as the fat little goblin ran back and forth, setting the places.
Finally, Jareth and Gaeton appeared, looking much cleaner and yet still rather unhappy. The Goblin King sat at the head of the table and Gaeton to his right.
The fat goblin ran out and dropped into a deep bow in front of Jareth. Sarah was dismayed to see he was panting as he spoke "Your majesty, I's just setting yous table, what can I's gets yous for drinks? Wine?"
"Scotch" Gaeton said grimly. "Just bring the bottle, I should think wine for the ladies"
"If it is as bad as all that I should think I would like some scotch as well, dear brother" Gwendolyn made an attempt at a joke but it went without notice.
Jareth smiled at her softly. "Lady like as usual, Gwen. What do you think Sarah? Care to indulge?"
"Erm-" she shrugged. Sarah was a lightweight when it came to drinking. She generally had half of a beer before she was falling about laughing. Emily always said she was the biggest date rape threat to herself when she was drunk.
"Why" Sarah had slurred uneasily after getting sick in the toilet at the Kappa Kappa Keg party.
"Because" Emily said pointedly "You are attracted to everything that walks and everything that walks is attracted to you"
Sarah had tried to glare at her friend but had only succeeded in going cross-eyed "Thas not true" she mumbled and minutes later Sarah had come on to a house plant, a freshman girl, as well as the student body president.
She looked at Jareth and shrugged. "Why not" she shrugged. Gwendolyn would save her from doing anything stupid, wouldn't she?
The first course was brought out and they all ate quietly. Sarah sipped her glass of scotch thoughtfully. She supposed they didn't do body shots in the underground. That was probably for the best. That was also how she had met her former boyfriend, the medical genius and boy wonder.
It was a rather terse feeling that settled on the four companions as they worked through their diner, the glasses kept emptying and refilling and by dessert Gwendolyn was looking ill.
"I think I'll to bed" she said faintly, standing up.
"You'd better walk" Gaeton warned, "You're drunk as a post"
There was an uneasy giggle from all but Jareth. He's taken to contemplating his glass and clinking the ice around with an expressionless face.
Gwen grabbed her brother's shoulder. "I'm not drunk" she muttered
Sarah giggled into her napkin, but couldn't quite hold it in. "You are"
"So are you!" Gwendolyn sniggered. "Look, her cheeks are all red"
"That was the point, wasn't it?" Sarah tittered, meeting Gwen's eyes blearily. Her friend giggled and leaned against her brother.
Gaeton looked at Jareth. "Bloody woman, she's the worst when she's pissed. All giggly and sleepy. I don't have to walk you to your bed do I?" He sounded to Sarah like he was relatively fine. Well she was fine too! She thought in a mad haze, completely fine. Totally-
"I can do meself" Gwen said stiffly. She waved her hand and promptly reappeared in the chair next to Sarah. "Opps"
They both busted up into uncontrollable giggles and ignored the annoyed and amused looked Gaeton and Jareth sent them respectively. Gwendolyn stopped to yawn.
"ooh--- I'm sleepy" she sighed, putting her head on Sarah's shoulder.
"You can't sleep here" Sarah bubbled with laughter.
Gaeton was out of hi chair and puling Gwen to her feet. Then. "I'll put her to bed" he sighed. Sarah wondered why he was so annoyed but decided to ignore it. She settled back in her chair and shut her eyes, a happy smile falling onto her lips.
Her head was warm and fuzzy and she could really just fall asleep here but that wasn't really a good idea. When she opened her eyes Jareth was watching her with that blank face but his eyes were sparkling with something completely emotional. She just didn't know what emotion.
"Are you quite all right Sarah?"
"Oh yeah" she waved him off and looked at him pointedly. "Why do you do that?"
He bit his lip, looking amused. "What?"
"Never mind" she shrugged, forgetting her question. She watched him instead. And he watched her. He was soooo nice looking, she thought, and nearly said so but stopped herself. That would be a bad idea. Wouldn't it? Surely it would. She could just look at him without saying anything. Not that he wouldn't notice. Oh well.
His blonde hair looked soft and white in the firelight and his face looked even more drawn then usual. Shadows danced across his high and delicate face, and she could see the blue smudgy circles under his eyes again. Sarah found herself touching his cheek and running her fingertips across the smudges.
"You look tired" she mumbled faintly tracing across the smudge and then the line of his cheekbone and then up to his hair.
Jareth's eyes slid shut and he looked like he had lost control of himself for a moment under her touch. But then he was back again, eyes open wide, he gripped her hand and removed it from his hair.
She remembered thinking how precious and breakable the big powerful goblin king had looked lying on her bed, completely weak and unable to control the situation. Sarah liked it when she had control over the situation. She was obviously not in a position of control at the moment but she allowed her mind to wander to the things she could do to him to make him loose control.
Sarah nearly blushed as she imagined it. She looked back up at him.
"I think you might be drunk, Sarah" he said, sounding amused.
"I think you might be right, Jareth" she giggled, imitating his accent.
Jareth snorted and stood up. "Maybe I should take you to bed"
Sarah watched him step towards her chair and she grinned. "I think you should too," she murmured, willing herself to stare at his face and not the lower parts of his anatomy.
He looked quite shocked, amused, and most definitely pleased. His voice was low and silky "Do you now?" He pulled her chair out easily and heaved her to her feet.
Sarah's head spun and she grabbed at the lapels of his jacket for stability. After what seemed like eternity she loosened her grip and almost stepped away. Jareth gripped her arm tightly though.
"We have to go back to Calais" he said softly and she shifted closer.
"Why?" she asked pointedly
"Because" she was sure his voice sounded a bit off from its usual insolent and self confident tone. "We're the only ones here. That is where Gaeton and Gwen went."
"Oh" she nodded, letting go. "Well, go on then"
Jareth stared down at her for a long moment and Sarah stared back. "You're quite strange when you've had a bit to drink, you know" he told her at last.
Sarah bubbled over with giggles and once she had finished a very amused goblin king grasped her about the waist and vanished them in a shower of glitter to her door at the court of Calais. Sarah's arms went around his neck as one generally does when held in that position.
When confronted with a drunken woman who was obviously gagging for it Jareth either cursed them away or took full advantage of the situation. He could do neither with a clear conscience in the case of Sarah and was incredibly perplexed by the situation. She didn't act like this usually. She was usually reserved except for short burst of emotion every now and then. But it was like she had no inhibitions at all at the moment.
At the moment she was actually playing with his hair and had her body pressed quiet closely up against his. She didn't seem in any hurry to go any where even after a long moment of standing in front of her door, waiting.
Jareth found it amusing, of course. But there were other feelings stronger then amusement that Sarah incited in him currently.
For her part Sarah was entirely enthralled by the way he seemed unsure what to do with her. Well, was she not being obvious? She wondered hazily. In the Aboveworld, this was generally the moment where you asked the other person to come up for coffee. No that she had been on a date with Jareth. Or that she was looking for a one night stand. Or that she had any coffee at even.
She twisted around to look at the door and let her hips brush against his. "Are you going to come in?" she asked bluntly.
Jareth felt uncharacteristic panic surge through him. And then he let go of her and put his hands on his slim hips. "I don't think that's a good idea, Sarah" he said, smirking arrogantly.
Sarah copied his expression almost exactly. "I can see that" she said sarcastically and then her expression changed. "All right, good night then".
In an unexpected and very human goodnight twist she draped her arms about his neck and hugged the Goblin King. You're drunk, said her equally drunken conscience, you're hugging the goblin king like he's Timothy or something but --- er--- he's the goblin king.
"Shut up" she muttered.
"I didn't say anything?'' Jareth said, a bemused grin gracing his face as he put his hands around her waist loosely. Generally, gentle women that Jareth knew did not go about hugging you in a such a manner before the bid you good night. But then again, Sarah was not most gentle women.
Sarah pulled back to look at him. Their noses were touching and she blinked and grinned. "I didn't mean you"
Jareth's hands compulsively tightened on her waist, drawing her dangerously closer. "There's no one else here," he said softly, and Sarah seemed to realize that because her gaze travelled down to his lips like he had seen so many timed before. But those times before they weren't alone, squashed together in a dark hallway.
"I know' she murmured, squaring her hips against his and pushing forward. Jareth wished she hadn't done that. He really did. Because there was no way he wasn't going to kiss her now, no matter how drunk she was.
He lowered his lips to hers slowly and kissed her softly, their lips barely grazing over each other. It felt like fireworks had exploded at the base of Sarah's spine and she made a soft squeak of happiness.
It was enough for Jareth, in two strides he had her pinned against the door, wriggling under him much to his distress. "Stop that" he mumbled, lowering his lips to kiss her again. Sarah smiled slyly, her brain was a fog of alcohol and desire but she still knew what she was doing to him. She was making him loose control. Brilliant.
She lifted her hips from the door and rolled them against Jareth's. He didn't make any sound but gripped her arms tightly and went rigid. Sarah did it again, and as she felt him against her thigh her own arousal became a bi of a hindrance. She gasped and fought to position her skirt in a way that would allow her to do more the just wriggle. She hooked her leg around his waist and ground against him, her breathing hitching as she did so.
Jareth buried his face in her neck and kissed her pulse soundly. Sarah tried to keep her head as his tongue flicked across her throat but she moaned softly. Jareth seemed somehow triumphant about this so she pulled him tighter, rolling and grinding her hips slowly until she felt his mouth, white hot on her ear. She could discern the words. "Fucking hell" and gasped with laughter.
She stopped moving her hips and dropped her leg back to the floor. Jareth stayed where he was, pressing her heavily into the hard door, seemingly neither very relived or very bothered by her stopping. They stared at each other, green eyes meeting mismatched blue and hazel until finally he gave her that amused and disconcerting smile and waved his hand. There was a shower of glitter and he was gone.
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AN: I haven't had a chance to check my e mail as 'm not at my computer- so I can't do the thanks-but I WILL as soon as I'm back guys.
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AN: It may seem a bit weird because I took out a full four pages in the middle of just boring talking with absolutely nothing interesting or new in it. Anyway, there may seem like there's a bit of a gap between them sitting down to dinner and then the sudden drunkenness. Sorry. It was just excrement. Disclaimer: I do not own labyrinth.
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Strangely Devine; Chapter Thirteen: Of Sluttish Drunkeness
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Sarah and Jareth returned to the throne room where Gwendolyn was yelling at a mop irritably. Sarah quickly detangled herself from Jareth and ignored the amused eyebrow raise she got for it.
"Bloody useless!"
"Calm down Gwen, the mop doesn't know any better" Jareth said insolently
She glared at him and opened her mouth to shoot back some comment but Sarah cut her off before she could start. "Where's Gaeton?"
"Here" he mumbled though a mouth full of what looked like a sandwich. He offered her some but Sarah politely declined "Your loss" he grinned
Jareth waved his hand and disappeared only to reappear in the throne, one leg kicked over the arm, the firmly planted on the floor. "Grack" he said whimsically "Tell me what has been going on"
The goblin that stood next to his throne bowed shortly and then began to list off the goings on. Sarah listened but became bored and looked to Gwendolyn.
"When are we going back?" she asked softly
Gwen shrugged "Whenever you like. Did you see your room?"
Sarah's eyes glowed "It's great" she grinned
"Good, you'll have yourself a maid so I don't have to dress you and wake you all the time" Gwendolyn winked
Sarah clasped her hands behind her back. "When are the peace talks going to be over?" she asked
Gaeton moaned, "Who knows"
"Gaeton" Jareth said simply beckoning his friend and advisor over.
Gaeton pulled a face. "His majesty calls, I answer" he mumbled and bowed extravagantly at Jareth's feet. "Your oh so very royal high-"
"Oh stop it, is it true that the goblins destroyed the bridge over the Hzrisgh river?"
"Ah----" Gaeton shut his eyes briefly and then nodded "Oh yes, they did. They used the materials to build a guillotine, too"
Jareth glared darkly at Grack, who had managed to leave this part out. "And who, pray tell, are you Goblins beheading?"
"Er---ah--- well, your beautiful highness, Grack has not personally seen to the beheadings--- ah" Grack sputtered nervously. "But methinks it is most likely thieves"
"Thieves" Jareth nodded, looking completely furious "Well, Grack." He stopped speaking and looked over at Sarah and Gwendolyn. "Gwen, you may as well prepare to eat dinner here, this night. I have something to deal with. Gaeton"
They waved their hands and all three figures blinked out of the throne room leaving Sarah, Gwendolyn, and a few animated mops and buckets.
Sarah frowned "Is it a particularly bad thing that the goblins built a Guillotine and are beheading each other?"
"Erm, yes. Even though they seem like they're over populated and serve no purpose, it actually reflects quite badly on his majesty if his subjects go around decapitating each other. It's sort of his job to make sure they don't do that," Gwendolyn said in a flustered voice. "Argh-I'm done with this cleaning. Let's go to the kitchen's and get diner ready"
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When Jareth and Gaeton finally returned to the castle they were covered in dirt and dust. Gwendolyn had a fit over them making the newly cleaned throne room all dirty again and Gaeton purposefully stomped his boot with a rare angry look.
It seemed to Sarah that it had been a rather stressful day for both men. She and Gwendolyn had taken to the library where Sarah was surprised to find volumes of Shakespeare, handwritten in a leather bound book of yellowing parchment.
The large clock over the fireplace chimed six times, causing Gwendolyn to jump up in a flurry of excitement. "Oh I hope the kitchen goblins remember to make dinner" she fretted, vanishing herself and leaving Sarah in the library. Sarah sat blankly for a few moments before Gwendolyn returned, apologizing franticly and taking them both to a large room with high ceilings and an immense dining table.
Gwendolyn's hands flew about as she strode towards one end of the table. The fireplace jumped to life and the candles in their holders on the walls and on the table burst into twinkling flames. A stout Goblin rushed in, his chubby arms laden down with heavy china plates, which he promptly set the table with. Gwendolyn encouraged him to hurry and the goblin ran in and out through a swinging door, carrying linen napkins, goblets, and silverware.
Gwen instructed Sarah to sit to the left of the head of the table and she sat herself two places to the right. The two women descended into an easy silence as the fat little goblin ran back and forth, setting the places.
Finally, Jareth and Gaeton appeared, looking much cleaner and yet still rather unhappy. The Goblin King sat at the head of the table and Gaeton to his right.
The fat goblin ran out and dropped into a deep bow in front of Jareth. Sarah was dismayed to see he was panting as he spoke "Your majesty, I's just setting yous table, what can I's gets yous for drinks? Wine?"
"Scotch" Gaeton said grimly. "Just bring the bottle, I should think wine for the ladies"
"If it is as bad as all that I should think I would like some scotch as well, dear brother" Gwendolyn made an attempt at a joke but it went without notice.
Jareth smiled at her softly. "Lady like as usual, Gwen. What do you think Sarah? Care to indulge?"
"Erm-" she shrugged. Sarah was a lightweight when it came to drinking. She generally had half of a beer before she was falling about laughing. Emily always said she was the biggest date rape threat to herself when she was drunk.
"Why" Sarah had slurred uneasily after getting sick in the toilet at the Kappa Kappa Keg party.
"Because" Emily said pointedly "You are attracted to everything that walks and everything that walks is attracted to you"
Sarah had tried to glare at her friend but had only succeeded in going cross-eyed "Thas not true" she mumbled and minutes later Sarah had come on to a house plant, a freshman girl, as well as the student body president.
She looked at Jareth and shrugged. "Why not" she shrugged. Gwendolyn would save her from doing anything stupid, wouldn't she?
The first course was brought out and they all ate quietly. Sarah sipped her glass of scotch thoughtfully. She supposed they didn't do body shots in the underground. That was probably for the best. That was also how she had met her former boyfriend, the medical genius and boy wonder.
It was a rather terse feeling that settled on the four companions as they worked through their diner, the glasses kept emptying and refilling and by dessert Gwendolyn was looking ill.
"I think I'll to bed" she said faintly, standing up.
"You'd better walk" Gaeton warned, "You're drunk as a post"
There was an uneasy giggle from all but Jareth. He's taken to contemplating his glass and clinking the ice around with an expressionless face.
Gwen grabbed her brother's shoulder. "I'm not drunk" she muttered
Sarah giggled into her napkin, but couldn't quite hold it in. "You are"
"So are you!" Gwendolyn sniggered. "Look, her cheeks are all red"
"That was the point, wasn't it?" Sarah tittered, meeting Gwen's eyes blearily. Her friend giggled and leaned against her brother.
Gaeton looked at Jareth. "Bloody woman, she's the worst when she's pissed. All giggly and sleepy. I don't have to walk you to your bed do I?" He sounded to Sarah like he was relatively fine. Well she was fine too! She thought in a mad haze, completely fine. Totally-
"I can do meself" Gwen said stiffly. She waved her hand and promptly reappeared in the chair next to Sarah. "Opps"
They both busted up into uncontrollable giggles and ignored the annoyed and amused looked Gaeton and Jareth sent them respectively. Gwendolyn stopped to yawn.
"ooh--- I'm sleepy" she sighed, putting her head on Sarah's shoulder.
"You can't sleep here" Sarah bubbled with laughter.
Gaeton was out of hi chair and puling Gwen to her feet. Then. "I'll put her to bed" he sighed. Sarah wondered why he was so annoyed but decided to ignore it. She settled back in her chair and shut her eyes, a happy smile falling onto her lips.
Her head was warm and fuzzy and she could really just fall asleep here but that wasn't really a good idea. When she opened her eyes Jareth was watching her with that blank face but his eyes were sparkling with something completely emotional. She just didn't know what emotion.
"Are you quite all right Sarah?"
"Oh yeah" she waved him off and looked at him pointedly. "Why do you do that?"
He bit his lip, looking amused. "What?"
"Never mind" she shrugged, forgetting her question. She watched him instead. And he watched her. He was soooo nice looking, she thought, and nearly said so but stopped herself. That would be a bad idea. Wouldn't it? Surely it would. She could just look at him without saying anything. Not that he wouldn't notice. Oh well.
His blonde hair looked soft and white in the firelight and his face looked even more drawn then usual. Shadows danced across his high and delicate face, and she could see the blue smudgy circles under his eyes again. Sarah found herself touching his cheek and running her fingertips across the smudges.
"You look tired" she mumbled faintly tracing across the smudge and then the line of his cheekbone and then up to his hair.
Jareth's eyes slid shut and he looked like he had lost control of himself for a moment under her touch. But then he was back again, eyes open wide, he gripped her hand and removed it from his hair.
She remembered thinking how precious and breakable the big powerful goblin king had looked lying on her bed, completely weak and unable to control the situation. Sarah liked it when she had control over the situation. She was obviously not in a position of control at the moment but she allowed her mind to wander to the things she could do to him to make him loose control.
Sarah nearly blushed as she imagined it. She looked back up at him.
"I think you might be drunk, Sarah" he said, sounding amused.
"I think you might be right, Jareth" she giggled, imitating his accent.
Jareth snorted and stood up. "Maybe I should take you to bed"
Sarah watched him step towards her chair and she grinned. "I think you should too," she murmured, willing herself to stare at his face and not the lower parts of his anatomy.
He looked quite shocked, amused, and most definitely pleased. His voice was low and silky "Do you now?" He pulled her chair out easily and heaved her to her feet.
Sarah's head spun and she grabbed at the lapels of his jacket for stability. After what seemed like eternity she loosened her grip and almost stepped away. Jareth gripped her arm tightly though.
"We have to go back to Calais" he said softly and she shifted closer.
"Why?" she asked pointedly
"Because" she was sure his voice sounded a bit off from its usual insolent and self confident tone. "We're the only ones here. That is where Gaeton and Gwen went."
"Oh" she nodded, letting go. "Well, go on then"
Jareth stared down at her for a long moment and Sarah stared back. "You're quite strange when you've had a bit to drink, you know" he told her at last.
Sarah bubbled over with giggles and once she had finished a very amused goblin king grasped her about the waist and vanished them in a shower of glitter to her door at the court of Calais. Sarah's arms went around his neck as one generally does when held in that position.
When confronted with a drunken woman who was obviously gagging for it Jareth either cursed them away or took full advantage of the situation. He could do neither with a clear conscience in the case of Sarah and was incredibly perplexed by the situation. She didn't act like this usually. She was usually reserved except for short burst of emotion every now and then. But it was like she had no inhibitions at all at the moment.
At the moment she was actually playing with his hair and had her body pressed quiet closely up against his. She didn't seem in any hurry to go any where even after a long moment of standing in front of her door, waiting.
Jareth found it amusing, of course. But there were other feelings stronger then amusement that Sarah incited in him currently.
For her part Sarah was entirely enthralled by the way he seemed unsure what to do with her. Well, was she not being obvious? She wondered hazily. In the Aboveworld, this was generally the moment where you asked the other person to come up for coffee. No that she had been on a date with Jareth. Or that she was looking for a one night stand. Or that she had any coffee at even.
She twisted around to look at the door and let her hips brush against his. "Are you going to come in?" she asked bluntly.
Jareth felt uncharacteristic panic surge through him. And then he let go of her and put his hands on his slim hips. "I don't think that's a good idea, Sarah" he said, smirking arrogantly.
Sarah copied his expression almost exactly. "I can see that" she said sarcastically and then her expression changed. "All right, good night then".
In an unexpected and very human goodnight twist she draped her arms about his neck and hugged the Goblin King. You're drunk, said her equally drunken conscience, you're hugging the goblin king like he's Timothy or something but --- er--- he's the goblin king.
"Shut up" she muttered.
"I didn't say anything?'' Jareth said, a bemused grin gracing his face as he put his hands around her waist loosely. Generally, gentle women that Jareth knew did not go about hugging you in a such a manner before the bid you good night. But then again, Sarah was not most gentle women.
Sarah pulled back to look at him. Their noses were touching and she blinked and grinned. "I didn't mean you"
Jareth's hands compulsively tightened on her waist, drawing her dangerously closer. "There's no one else here," he said softly, and Sarah seemed to realize that because her gaze travelled down to his lips like he had seen so many timed before. But those times before they weren't alone, squashed together in a dark hallway.
"I know' she murmured, squaring her hips against his and pushing forward. Jareth wished she hadn't done that. He really did. Because there was no way he wasn't going to kiss her now, no matter how drunk she was.
He lowered his lips to hers slowly and kissed her softly, their lips barely grazing over each other. It felt like fireworks had exploded at the base of Sarah's spine and she made a soft squeak of happiness.
It was enough for Jareth, in two strides he had her pinned against the door, wriggling under him much to his distress. "Stop that" he mumbled, lowering his lips to kiss her again. Sarah smiled slyly, her brain was a fog of alcohol and desire but she still knew what she was doing to him. She was making him loose control. Brilliant.
She lifted her hips from the door and rolled them against Jareth's. He didn't make any sound but gripped her arms tightly and went rigid. Sarah did it again, and as she felt him against her thigh her own arousal became a bi of a hindrance. She gasped and fought to position her skirt in a way that would allow her to do more the just wriggle. She hooked her leg around his waist and ground against him, her breathing hitching as she did so.
Jareth buried his face in her neck and kissed her pulse soundly. Sarah tried to keep her head as his tongue flicked across her throat but she moaned softly. Jareth seemed somehow triumphant about this so she pulled him tighter, rolling and grinding her hips slowly until she felt his mouth, white hot on her ear. She could discern the words. "Fucking hell" and gasped with laughter.
She stopped moving her hips and dropped her leg back to the floor. Jareth stayed where he was, pressing her heavily into the hard door, seemingly neither very relived or very bothered by her stopping. They stared at each other, green eyes meeting mismatched blue and hazel until finally he gave her that amused and disconcerting smile and waved his hand. There was a shower of glitter and he was gone.
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