Title: Something's Missing
Author: Kathea
Pairing: Jareth/Sarah
Rating: R, it really is this time.
Summary: Sarah faces to some big decisions and the consequences of certain actions.
AN: I am so sorry this has taken so long to come out. I just graduated from college and my muse took a vacation at the same time. So it was hard to put out this chapter. This chapter really will be R. I've been "accused" of not actually having R rated material in R rated chapters. I'll make up for it.
Chapter 9:
Who the hell does she think she is, Jareth thought as he pummeled the wall of his study with crystal balls. This is my kingdom, my people; I do not have the time to deal with her immaturity and stubbornness when the lives of my subjects are on the line. Anger colored his face and he was breathing hard as crystal after crystal shattered into dust on the floor until there was a fine carpeting of shards resting on the stone floor. He felt it the instant Sarah set foot back in the castle, all that prevented him from going to her and throttling her was the plaintive knock on his study door. Quickly vanishing the crystal shards and turning to face the door, Jareth gave a brusque command to enter.
Sebal entered and sensing his master's wrath quickly bowed his head and dropped to one knee. It was not rare to see Jareth in such a mood but knowing that he was part of the reason for his ire had Sebal preparing for the worst.
"Sebal, did I ask you to speak with Sarah on my behalf?"
"No, your Majesty."
"Did I ask you to confront her with the truth?"
"No, your Majesty."
"And did I ask you to get her mad and yank me out of petitions and show her how to fly?"
"No, you Majesty."
"Then why in bloody blazes did you do it? And get the hell of the floor, I'm not going to kill you yet." Jareth said on a sigh.
"Your Majesty, I can only apologize for my behavior and graciously accept any punishment you deem fit." Sebal answered through clenched teeth.
"Is that what you are really feeling?" Jareth asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, knowing that Sebal rarely contained his thoughts when alone with him.
"You Majesty, I just felt that Sarah did not fully understand why she was here. This is my country too and I did not want it to be lost by a woman who did not know the truth." Sebal finished on an angry note.
"Sebal, I understand your motives but now she knows what she can do and the little chit is going to lord it over me." Jareth said. "I'm going to go have a word with our guest and see if a little persuasion can't bring her to our side." Jareth finished with a feral grin. Sebal nodded sagely knowing full well what Jareth was capable of when he put his mind to it. Jareth disappeared from the room and Sebal dropped gracelessly into a chair and rested his head in his hands and tried to calm his erratic breathing. He was lucky, damn lucky, that Jareth hadn't punished him. All he could do now was wait.
Jareth appeared in his bedroom and with a wave of his hand he lowered the blaze of the candles in the room to a low burn. This pulled in the room into an almost night time appearance. He knew she was next door. He could practically hear her feet pounding against the stone floor as she paced her room in frustration. I'll show her frustration, he thought with a wicked smile. A quick thought had Sarah standing in front of him. She stood stock still, her eyes darting quickly about the room taking in all the details. Her eyes landed on him and were instantly wary. He was standing in the center of the room only a few feet from her. His hands were fisted on his hips and he was dressed in much the same manner as when she first met him. He was in all black and would have easily blended in with the room.
"Sarah, it seems that I should inform you of some protocols of our kingdom. We do not casually yank the king out of hearing petitions just to learn a new trick. You may have power but I am still the king." Jareth said in a menacing tone. Sarah just stared before her eyes lit up she started to turn to leave. Jareth smiled at her attempt and just extended a hand to pull her closer to him. Magic had her sliding soundlessly across the intervening space until she was only a few inches from Jareth. Instantly his hands were circling her wrists and any protests only had him griping her tighter. He smiled at her silent protestations.
"You can't do this to me. You have no power over me!" Sarah answered in a haughty tone.
"It seems, my dear that I can do whatever I want." Jareth responded equably.
"No. No you can't. I won't let you. No!" Sarah yelled and was jerked up close to him, her body landing solidly against his.
"Don't get confused Sarah. I am King here. I do control you."
"Nu uh. Sebal said that I was more powerful than you. He said that I was here for a reason."
"Indeed." And with that Jareth slanted his lips over hers and gently began to coax her lips apart. Her hands that he held firmly in his grasp relaxed from fists to lay softly against his chest. Jareth released his hold on her hands to cup her face and deepen the kiss. Sarah moaned softly into his mouth and let his tongue enter to dance with hers. His hands roamed down her back, smoothing the soft silk under his hands. Sarah arms had locked around his head and she was pressing her body urgently against his.
God, this was what she wanted, to be in his arms and be surrounded by him. His hands slid up Sarah's sides to brush lightly past her breasts then buried themselves in her hair. The feel of his body pressed tightly against hers had Sarah relaxing into his hold. Her body moved rhythmically against his growing arousal, in a primitive and basic dance. Jareth pulled back slightly to watch her face and her eyes opened slowly to meet his. Those brown pools were flooded with desire and Jareth could only smile at his handy work. Sarah smiled back and reached up to pull him back for another kiss but found only air as she was standing alone in her own room.
The shock had Sarah dropping to the floor where the hard stone bit painfully into her knees. Her body was still humming from Jareth and what he was doing to her. She bowed her head and tears began to well in her eyes. When she looked up she was kneeling next to the fountain where she first met Hoggle. He was killing fairies again just like all those years ago.
"Hoggle, I need you." Sarah said in a quiet and plaintive voice. Hoggle turned quickly, surprised to see Sarah seated on the ground with tears rolling down her face.
"Sarah. What's wrong?" Hoggle asked as he moved his little body over to her. "What'd HE do to you? I'll beat him to a bloody pulp I will."
"Everything is wrong Hoggle, everything." Sarah answered on a sob. "I have all this power but I don't know what to do with it. Sebal, he wants me to save the underground but I don't know how. And Jareth...he, he." Sarah just broke down. He chest heaving as she fought to breathe through the tears. It was all so much, too much for anyone to take. Sarah threw her arms around Hoggle's small shoulders and cried. Hoggle, to his credit, mumbled soothing words and non-committal sounds as Sarah's body trembled through her tears. These weren't the angry tears or sad tears; these were tears for all the mistakes she'd made, all the injustice of her life, and all the wasted opportunities. After a while the crying stopped and Sarah rested limply against Hoggle's bony chest and tried to calm her breathing. "Sarah, tell Hoggle what's wrong? I'll 'elp you fix it." Hoggle said trying to reassure this strangely vulnerable Sarah.
"Hoggle, I know why the Underground wants me here but why does Jareth want me here? I am just a new toy to play with till he gets bored with me. If I somehow figure out how to save this world where does that leave me?"
"Sarah, do you really think that Jareth only wants you here because you can save us? You don't know what he has been like these past years. There have been no women in his bed since you left. Oh, he goes about his day like always but he never stopped watching you."
"I know." Sarah said a bit dryly.
"The point, little lady, is that Jareth does have reasons for you being here. You just need to find out what they are. I have faith in you." Hoggle replied. Sarah smiled a watery smile and pulled him into a warm hug.
"Thanks, Hoggle, you are a great friend." Sarah said and then flashed out of the garden.
"Anytime, your Majesty." Hoggle answered quietly to the empty space.
Jareth was still lounging in his room when a light knock on his door startled Jareth from his musings. Instantly, he knew who was on the other side. Sarah. Without waiting for an answer the door swung quietly open and Sarah stepped into the doorway.
"May I come in?" Sarah asked in a quiet voice.
"Of course." Jareth answered in a matching tone, rising from the tousled bed.
"Jareth, I want to know something."
"Yes?"
"Why am I here?" Sarah asked with determination.
"You know why. You've heard the prophecy and Sebal explained everything to you, or so I was led to believe." Jareth said in a wry voice.
"I meant. Why do you want me here?"
Jareth was deathly quiet. His eyes narrowed and his mind churned trying to find an answer.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because I deserve that much." Sarah said with quiet confidence. She crossed the floor to him and cupping his face in her hands kissed his surprised lips. She pulled him closer pouring all her energy into that one small meeting of skin. Feeling the give in his lips, Sarah transported them both to the bed and Jareth found himself looking up into the blazing of a transformed Sarah. She was naked, for that matter they both were, and Jareth could feel her pressed intimately against him. Sarah watched him as he ran his hands across her stomach and up to her breasts. His hands traveled down her arms to link with her hands. "Is this what you wanted?" She asked but Jareth didn't notice the lack of emotion in her eyes. All he could feel was the swell of emotions in his own heart as his every dream started to come true.
"Yes, this is all I've ever wanted." Jareth responded on a moan, as Sarah pressed harder against his arousal.
"Be careful what you wish for." Sarah said quietly and then leaned down to press hot kisses against the smooth skin of his chest. Sarah reared up over him and came down slowly letting him fill her completely. His fingers tightened reflexively around hers and they both began to move together.
Sarah had danced this dance before. The lurid eyes that were watching her as she moved above a random nameless man, trying once again to find something or someone to fill the space in her heart. But they never wanted her, they only wanted her body. Looking down at Jareth as she rode on top of him, she saw the same desire and fascination as all the others before him. They never seemed to see what she was offering so Sarah always had to move on.
This primitive dance was different with him. He fit against her, their bodies aligning perfectly. Their rhythm matching as they rose together on the crest of climax. Distantly, she heard Jareth groan and then felt his release. Only then did she let herself fly over the edge and imagine that this was her life, that this was her man. Sarah collapsed against Jareth and followed him into sleep.
Hours later Jareth woke to the empty silence of his room. The only sound was his own quiet breathing. The cool sheets were a testament to the length of her absence and there was no depression in the pillow where head rested. What had he done, Jareth thought. How much worse was this, indiscretion, going to make this situation? Jareth rose from the bed and quickly dressed. He pulled on a relaxed pair of jeans and black t-shirt, favoring comfort over fashion. His bare feet passed over the stone floor to the windows over looking the labyrinth below. Even in the moonlit night he could see the darkness coming closer. It hovered on the edge of the horizon. It pulsed there, devouring the lush landscape and feeding off the magical energy that suffused the land. Jareth searched through his memories, trying in vain to find a solution, a way to save his land. Sighing, he realized that everything, his entire future, rested on the shoulders of one woman.
A/N: This isn't where I wanted to end the chapter but my muses were very persuasive. Only one chapter left and Sarah has to save the underground and find out what Jareth really feels for her. I am so sorry that this took so long to post.
Author: Kathea
Pairing: Jareth/Sarah
Rating: R, it really is this time.
Summary: Sarah faces to some big decisions and the consequences of certain actions.
AN: I am so sorry this has taken so long to come out. I just graduated from college and my muse took a vacation at the same time. So it was hard to put out this chapter. This chapter really will be R. I've been "accused" of not actually having R rated material in R rated chapters. I'll make up for it.
Chapter 9:
Who the hell does she think she is, Jareth thought as he pummeled the wall of his study with crystal balls. This is my kingdom, my people; I do not have the time to deal with her immaturity and stubbornness when the lives of my subjects are on the line. Anger colored his face and he was breathing hard as crystal after crystal shattered into dust on the floor until there was a fine carpeting of shards resting on the stone floor. He felt it the instant Sarah set foot back in the castle, all that prevented him from going to her and throttling her was the plaintive knock on his study door. Quickly vanishing the crystal shards and turning to face the door, Jareth gave a brusque command to enter.
Sebal entered and sensing his master's wrath quickly bowed his head and dropped to one knee. It was not rare to see Jareth in such a mood but knowing that he was part of the reason for his ire had Sebal preparing for the worst.
"Sebal, did I ask you to speak with Sarah on my behalf?"
"No, your Majesty."
"Did I ask you to confront her with the truth?"
"No, your Majesty."
"And did I ask you to get her mad and yank me out of petitions and show her how to fly?"
"No, you Majesty."
"Then why in bloody blazes did you do it? And get the hell of the floor, I'm not going to kill you yet." Jareth said on a sigh.
"Your Majesty, I can only apologize for my behavior and graciously accept any punishment you deem fit." Sebal answered through clenched teeth.
"Is that what you are really feeling?" Jareth asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, knowing that Sebal rarely contained his thoughts when alone with him.
"You Majesty, I just felt that Sarah did not fully understand why she was here. This is my country too and I did not want it to be lost by a woman who did not know the truth." Sebal finished on an angry note.
"Sebal, I understand your motives but now she knows what she can do and the little chit is going to lord it over me." Jareth said. "I'm going to go have a word with our guest and see if a little persuasion can't bring her to our side." Jareth finished with a feral grin. Sebal nodded sagely knowing full well what Jareth was capable of when he put his mind to it. Jareth disappeared from the room and Sebal dropped gracelessly into a chair and rested his head in his hands and tried to calm his erratic breathing. He was lucky, damn lucky, that Jareth hadn't punished him. All he could do now was wait.
Jareth appeared in his bedroom and with a wave of his hand he lowered the blaze of the candles in the room to a low burn. This pulled in the room into an almost night time appearance. He knew she was next door. He could practically hear her feet pounding against the stone floor as she paced her room in frustration. I'll show her frustration, he thought with a wicked smile. A quick thought had Sarah standing in front of him. She stood stock still, her eyes darting quickly about the room taking in all the details. Her eyes landed on him and were instantly wary. He was standing in the center of the room only a few feet from her. His hands were fisted on his hips and he was dressed in much the same manner as when she first met him. He was in all black and would have easily blended in with the room.
"Sarah, it seems that I should inform you of some protocols of our kingdom. We do not casually yank the king out of hearing petitions just to learn a new trick. You may have power but I am still the king." Jareth said in a menacing tone. Sarah just stared before her eyes lit up she started to turn to leave. Jareth smiled at her attempt and just extended a hand to pull her closer to him. Magic had her sliding soundlessly across the intervening space until she was only a few inches from Jareth. Instantly his hands were circling her wrists and any protests only had him griping her tighter. He smiled at her silent protestations.
"You can't do this to me. You have no power over me!" Sarah answered in a haughty tone.
"It seems, my dear that I can do whatever I want." Jareth responded equably.
"No. No you can't. I won't let you. No!" Sarah yelled and was jerked up close to him, her body landing solidly against his.
"Don't get confused Sarah. I am King here. I do control you."
"Nu uh. Sebal said that I was more powerful than you. He said that I was here for a reason."
"Indeed." And with that Jareth slanted his lips over hers and gently began to coax her lips apart. Her hands that he held firmly in his grasp relaxed from fists to lay softly against his chest. Jareth released his hold on her hands to cup her face and deepen the kiss. Sarah moaned softly into his mouth and let his tongue enter to dance with hers. His hands roamed down her back, smoothing the soft silk under his hands. Sarah arms had locked around his head and she was pressing her body urgently against his.
God, this was what she wanted, to be in his arms and be surrounded by him. His hands slid up Sarah's sides to brush lightly past her breasts then buried themselves in her hair. The feel of his body pressed tightly against hers had Sarah relaxing into his hold. Her body moved rhythmically against his growing arousal, in a primitive and basic dance. Jareth pulled back slightly to watch her face and her eyes opened slowly to meet his. Those brown pools were flooded with desire and Jareth could only smile at his handy work. Sarah smiled back and reached up to pull him back for another kiss but found only air as she was standing alone in her own room.
The shock had Sarah dropping to the floor where the hard stone bit painfully into her knees. Her body was still humming from Jareth and what he was doing to her. She bowed her head and tears began to well in her eyes. When she looked up she was kneeling next to the fountain where she first met Hoggle. He was killing fairies again just like all those years ago.
"Hoggle, I need you." Sarah said in a quiet and plaintive voice. Hoggle turned quickly, surprised to see Sarah seated on the ground with tears rolling down her face.
"Sarah. What's wrong?" Hoggle asked as he moved his little body over to her. "What'd HE do to you? I'll beat him to a bloody pulp I will."
"Everything is wrong Hoggle, everything." Sarah answered on a sob. "I have all this power but I don't know what to do with it. Sebal, he wants me to save the underground but I don't know how. And Jareth...he, he." Sarah just broke down. He chest heaving as she fought to breathe through the tears. It was all so much, too much for anyone to take. Sarah threw her arms around Hoggle's small shoulders and cried. Hoggle, to his credit, mumbled soothing words and non-committal sounds as Sarah's body trembled through her tears. These weren't the angry tears or sad tears; these were tears for all the mistakes she'd made, all the injustice of her life, and all the wasted opportunities. After a while the crying stopped and Sarah rested limply against Hoggle's bony chest and tried to calm her breathing. "Sarah, tell Hoggle what's wrong? I'll 'elp you fix it." Hoggle said trying to reassure this strangely vulnerable Sarah.
"Hoggle, I know why the Underground wants me here but why does Jareth want me here? I am just a new toy to play with till he gets bored with me. If I somehow figure out how to save this world where does that leave me?"
"Sarah, do you really think that Jareth only wants you here because you can save us? You don't know what he has been like these past years. There have been no women in his bed since you left. Oh, he goes about his day like always but he never stopped watching you."
"I know." Sarah said a bit dryly.
"The point, little lady, is that Jareth does have reasons for you being here. You just need to find out what they are. I have faith in you." Hoggle replied. Sarah smiled a watery smile and pulled him into a warm hug.
"Thanks, Hoggle, you are a great friend." Sarah said and then flashed out of the garden.
"Anytime, your Majesty." Hoggle answered quietly to the empty space.
Jareth was still lounging in his room when a light knock on his door startled Jareth from his musings. Instantly, he knew who was on the other side. Sarah. Without waiting for an answer the door swung quietly open and Sarah stepped into the doorway.
"May I come in?" Sarah asked in a quiet voice.
"Of course." Jareth answered in a matching tone, rising from the tousled bed.
"Jareth, I want to know something."
"Yes?"
"Why am I here?" Sarah asked with determination.
"You know why. You've heard the prophecy and Sebal explained everything to you, or so I was led to believe." Jareth said in a wry voice.
"I meant. Why do you want me here?"
Jareth was deathly quiet. His eyes narrowed and his mind churned trying to find an answer.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because I deserve that much." Sarah said with quiet confidence. She crossed the floor to him and cupping his face in her hands kissed his surprised lips. She pulled him closer pouring all her energy into that one small meeting of skin. Feeling the give in his lips, Sarah transported them both to the bed and Jareth found himself looking up into the blazing of a transformed Sarah. She was naked, for that matter they both were, and Jareth could feel her pressed intimately against him. Sarah watched him as he ran his hands across her stomach and up to her breasts. His hands traveled down her arms to link with her hands. "Is this what you wanted?" She asked but Jareth didn't notice the lack of emotion in her eyes. All he could feel was the swell of emotions in his own heart as his every dream started to come true.
"Yes, this is all I've ever wanted." Jareth responded on a moan, as Sarah pressed harder against his arousal.
"Be careful what you wish for." Sarah said quietly and then leaned down to press hot kisses against the smooth skin of his chest. Sarah reared up over him and came down slowly letting him fill her completely. His fingers tightened reflexively around hers and they both began to move together.
Sarah had danced this dance before. The lurid eyes that were watching her as she moved above a random nameless man, trying once again to find something or someone to fill the space in her heart. But they never wanted her, they only wanted her body. Looking down at Jareth as she rode on top of him, she saw the same desire and fascination as all the others before him. They never seemed to see what she was offering so Sarah always had to move on.
This primitive dance was different with him. He fit against her, their bodies aligning perfectly. Their rhythm matching as they rose together on the crest of climax. Distantly, she heard Jareth groan and then felt his release. Only then did she let herself fly over the edge and imagine that this was her life, that this was her man. Sarah collapsed against Jareth and followed him into sleep.
Hours later Jareth woke to the empty silence of his room. The only sound was his own quiet breathing. The cool sheets were a testament to the length of her absence and there was no depression in the pillow where head rested. What had he done, Jareth thought. How much worse was this, indiscretion, going to make this situation? Jareth rose from the bed and quickly dressed. He pulled on a relaxed pair of jeans and black t-shirt, favoring comfort over fashion. His bare feet passed over the stone floor to the windows over looking the labyrinth below. Even in the moonlit night he could see the darkness coming closer. It hovered on the edge of the horizon. It pulsed there, devouring the lush landscape and feeding off the magical energy that suffused the land. Jareth searched through his memories, trying in vain to find a solution, a way to save his land. Sighing, he realized that everything, his entire future, rested on the shoulders of one woman.
A/N: This isn't where I wanted to end the chapter but my muses were very persuasive. Only one chapter left and Sarah has to save the underground and find out what Jareth really feels for her. I am so sorry that this took so long to post.