Hey guys, here you go. Sorry it took so long, yet again. I'm horrible at
updating regularly. : ( I'm sorry. So here you go. Oh, and, um, I don't
own A1 steaksauce if anyone wonders...
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Jareth sat up sharply at the brisk question. "Why do you do that?" he asked softly, causing me to feel a little ashamed of my rude behavior.
"Do what?" I shot back, still briskly, though with the tiny undertone of fear because I knew exactly what he was talking about. I felt the fear and panic rise in my throat as I hoped to God he wouldn't go on.
"Stop yourself from feeling and slap up a cold wall while changing the subject?" Oh God. He said it. I felt myself begin to hyperventilate again.
He seemed to sense my discomfort and quickly replied, "I work at a foster care home, much as you do. Taking unwanted children and finding homes for them."
As my head was spinning with this new knowledge, and visions of goblin kings danced in my head, (AN: sorry, had to) a soft song drifted through the empty restaurant. A soft, dancing tune, with chimes. A silky soft masculine voice wafted through the air. My mind was swept back through the years; back to a castle and a ball, and a man, twirling me 'round the floor.
"That's so strange..." I whispered, my mind steeped in memories. "This song was in a dream I had. So very long ago...." I could tell my voice was soft, kind of wondering, but couldn't seem to float back into my body to change it.
My eyes shot up when he spoke, even though it was a soft, breathy murmur. "Are you sure it was a dream, Sarah?" Oh, the way he said my name, with that almost sigh as it slid out of his perfect mouth. It took me a minute for the words to sink through my foggy brain. I heard my brain echo that question again and again. Was it a dream? First in his voice, then progressing into my own. It was the same question I had asked myself for so long. Had tried so hard to convince myself of. That little voice inside my mind was screaming at me. But then it stopped.
Our eyes met and held at his continuation. "And not a fantasy?" he whispered, barely audibly. My lips parted slightly against my will as our eyes held and we stared at each other. Each of us moved slightly closer, as if the wind was blowing us gently towards each other. He tilted his head slightly, and with wondering puzzlement whispered "Sarah?" as we moved ever so slightly more forward, both knowing where we were headed but neither knowing if it was right. I tried to fight my way back to my brain, and my mouth formed "I...." but I wasn't sure if it really came out or not. It was lost though, as we moved that last bit closer, and oh so close, till we both caught our breathes in anticipation.
My eyes fluttered open at the soft glide of double kitchen doors opening. I pulled back a bit, startled and confused as the staff flowed into the room with our dishes. Jareth had pulled back too, and pulled his napkin onto his lap with a slightly amused glint in his eye. At the slight upper tilt of the corner of his mouth, I shot back into myself as if someone had thrown a cold bucket of water over my head.
When he saw my pissed off expression, I could tell he could barely repress his laughter, which pissed me off even more. I sat up as straight as I could and began sharply cutting up my meat.
I ignored him as much as possible while I prepared my steak to be eaten. Dipping a piece in my puddle of A1 sauce, I slipped it between my lips and nearly moaned as I tasted it. My eyes slipped shut and I just savored the taste, as it was the best steak I had ever had, by far.
As I swallowed and murmured "Wow," I looked up to see the most interesting thing. Jareth hadn't even touched his food yet, but was busy watching me, and having a good time of it from what I could see. His breathing was a little fast and his eyes dark with that primordial masculine look, as his eyes pierced my own with an intent desire that made all sorts of interesting things happen to my body. Boy was I in for it now.
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Jareth sat up sharply at the brisk question. "Why do you do that?" he asked softly, causing me to feel a little ashamed of my rude behavior.
"Do what?" I shot back, still briskly, though with the tiny undertone of fear because I knew exactly what he was talking about. I felt the fear and panic rise in my throat as I hoped to God he wouldn't go on.
"Stop yourself from feeling and slap up a cold wall while changing the subject?" Oh God. He said it. I felt myself begin to hyperventilate again.
He seemed to sense my discomfort and quickly replied, "I work at a foster care home, much as you do. Taking unwanted children and finding homes for them."
As my head was spinning with this new knowledge, and visions of goblin kings danced in my head, (AN: sorry, had to) a soft song drifted through the empty restaurant. A soft, dancing tune, with chimes. A silky soft masculine voice wafted through the air. My mind was swept back through the years; back to a castle and a ball, and a man, twirling me 'round the floor.
"That's so strange..." I whispered, my mind steeped in memories. "This song was in a dream I had. So very long ago...." I could tell my voice was soft, kind of wondering, but couldn't seem to float back into my body to change it.
My eyes shot up when he spoke, even though it was a soft, breathy murmur. "Are you sure it was a dream, Sarah?" Oh, the way he said my name, with that almost sigh as it slid out of his perfect mouth. It took me a minute for the words to sink through my foggy brain. I heard my brain echo that question again and again. Was it a dream? First in his voice, then progressing into my own. It was the same question I had asked myself for so long. Had tried so hard to convince myself of. That little voice inside my mind was screaming at me. But then it stopped.
Our eyes met and held at his continuation. "And not a fantasy?" he whispered, barely audibly. My lips parted slightly against my will as our eyes held and we stared at each other. Each of us moved slightly closer, as if the wind was blowing us gently towards each other. He tilted his head slightly, and with wondering puzzlement whispered "Sarah?" as we moved ever so slightly more forward, both knowing where we were headed but neither knowing if it was right. I tried to fight my way back to my brain, and my mouth formed "I...." but I wasn't sure if it really came out or not. It was lost though, as we moved that last bit closer, and oh so close, till we both caught our breathes in anticipation.
My eyes fluttered open at the soft glide of double kitchen doors opening. I pulled back a bit, startled and confused as the staff flowed into the room with our dishes. Jareth had pulled back too, and pulled his napkin onto his lap with a slightly amused glint in his eye. At the slight upper tilt of the corner of his mouth, I shot back into myself as if someone had thrown a cold bucket of water over my head.
When he saw my pissed off expression, I could tell he could barely repress his laughter, which pissed me off even more. I sat up as straight as I could and began sharply cutting up my meat.
I ignored him as much as possible while I prepared my steak to be eaten. Dipping a piece in my puddle of A1 sauce, I slipped it between my lips and nearly moaned as I tasted it. My eyes slipped shut and I just savored the taste, as it was the best steak I had ever had, by far.
As I swallowed and murmured "Wow," I looked up to see the most interesting thing. Jareth hadn't even touched his food yet, but was busy watching me, and having a good time of it from what I could see. His breathing was a little fast and his eyes dark with that primordial masculine look, as his eyes pierced my own with an intent desire that made all sorts of interesting things happen to my body. Boy was I in for it now.