This is a short explicit chapter – the first time I have ever done one. If it is horrible I apologize, but part of it is necessary the rest is just for fun. Thanks for the reviews and enjoy.
Chapter 6 – Bonding
Their kiss hadn't broken as Jareth transported them to his chambers. Deep mahogany wood and leather furniture adorned the lavish room and thick velvets and deep thick satins covered the bed and windows in rich blues. A huge fireplace practically adorned the length of one entire wall and there were bookcases lining nearly every inch of wall space where there was not a window. Double French doors decked in deep navy curtains led to a balcony. But Sarah noticed none of it, her eyes closed, her hands entwined in thick blond strands of iridescent hair.
Jareth's hands wound around her body, his fingers working swiftly to unlace her corset, all the while letting her hands explore his neck and back, her tongue explore his mouth. He knew that a part of her fierce desire stemmed from the spell he had woven to bind them – but it would only intensify her desires if they already existed, not create them. It was a necessary part of the spell as if it was not finalized in the flesh, the spell would disintegrate in a matter of days, and Sarah would be lost. The increasing desire never deceived only made the desire – so as to intensify the pleasure of the culmination of the spell – the final bond. He had seen no need to explain the situation to her as it would only have created a stress, an unneeded tension. Besides the spell would not have worked if she hadn't already had the feelings.
His thoughts were interrupted as she feverishly began to pull at the buttons on his shirt, and run her hands along the smooth skin of his chest. Jareth threw his head back and reveled in the feeling of her soft kisses upon his neck and chest. He didn't know how much longer he could bear the confines of clothing standing in between he and his love. In one move, he picked her up, cradling her in his arms, as she kissed and nipped as his neck. He laid her on the bed, resting himself beside her.
"I love you Sarah." He whispered huskily as she traced the fine outline of his muscles with her fingers.
"I love you, Jareth." He smiled devilishly, and began running a hand up her layers of skirt. Sarah's eyes fluttered closed as he lowered his lips to the nape of her neck, a small moan escaping her lips. Her bodice was undone enough that he could see the curve of one pink nipple, and he allowed his kisses to trail down towards the rounding of her breast. As his hand raised further up her skirt, noticing she wore no undergarments, his hand rested upon her warmth. He could feel himself growing as he sought to pleasure her – the sweet pain of waiting was nearly more than he could bear.
Her lips were shaking as she barely whispered "Please," and Jareth took her nipple in his mouth allowing his tongue to slowly outline it, flick it, all in symphonic movement with his fingers between her legs, beginning slowly, sensually rubbing her, waiting for her to instinctively raise her hips, to let her body ask for more. His pace quicked, his finger playing with her, feeling her slick with desire for something his hand could not offer her. Her pleasure multiplied as his tongue and teeth teased her hardened nipple. She raised her hips, as the world exploded into color behind her eyelids. Breathing heavily she opened her eyes, to be met with a feral stare from her lover. Shaking with passion, she began pulling at his clothing, but Jareth simply dismissed the clothing. Both naked and slick with sweat, Sarah wrapped her arms about his slight muscular frame and pulled him to lay on top of her. Sarah knew she was tight from her release, but her body begged for more, begged him to claim her – to be one with her.
Lowering himself upon her, Jareth positioned himself, then whispered quietly into her ear, "With all that I am, with all that I will ever be, I give myself to you, and only to you, for all eternity." Before Sarah could respond to his beautiful words, Jareth slowly pushed himself inside her, feeling her tighten even more around him. Sarah gasped, the intake of air corresponding with his push, never had she felt such intense pleasure. It was almost surreal – she wrapped her arms tightly around his back, and began to raise her hips in response to his movement. Together the two moved rhythmically, sliding in and out, slowly, letting Sarah come down, only to drive to unknown heights again. Moving faster and faster until Jareth knew she was ready, and together they found their release.
The world was a dizzying flurry of purples and blues behind closed eyes. They still lay entangled in one another, never wanting to let go, basking in the haze of their bond. Sarah curled tightly against his body, as if even air was too much to separate them. She slept, breathing lightly, her body at ease, completely calm. Jareth lay awake, staring at her. So much had happened so quickly, and he couldn't have asked the Goddess for a more perfect union. She was his now, and he was hers. They were bound, and their bond was complete. Nothing could ever separate them, such was the nature of their bond. He would make her his queen, in time, once she had fully adjusted to life in the Underground, and life as his other half, literally.
He sighed, and kissed her forehead. He pushed himself away from her sleeping form and walked across the room, opening the French doors, he stood on the balcony, staring over the Labyrinth. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, it was baffeling. Only days ago he contemplated never loving again, shirking all contact with the fairer sex for eternity. And then she had called him – he had never dreamed of such a welcome respite from his lonely existence.
He worried she would not understand the full extent of their bond, that they would know the others heart regardless of what words were spoken. There could be no lies, there could be no hiding of emotion. They were literally now, of one heart. It would not be as if he was in her mind or she in his, but they would just feel everything the other felt. Additionally, because he had given so much of himself to allow her to live, she would have some, albeit a very small amount, of his magic running through her. In time, with the fostering of the Underground, this would grow. He knew she would accept this. He knew that she would understand.
And now the news of the traitor in his family's house. Tomorrow they would travel, he had a plan for uncovering the demonic wench – but it would take some time.
"Jareth? What is it, my love, why can't you sleep?" Sarah's soft voice pulled Jareth from his thoughts, and he smiled as she wrapped her arms about his waist, resting her head on cool skin of his back. "I could feel it the moment you left my side, the moment worries overtook you. Is that.....is a part of our....our...bond?" She asked quietly. So afraid was he of her pushing away, he instinctively held her hands as he replied, "Yes, you will feel me in every way, in every mood, every moment. My life is yours."
Sarah circled around to face him, her naked form pressing against him as she smiled wickedly, staring up into his mismatched eyes. "There's a way I'm not feeling you right now. What do you say you come back inside and remedy that?"
Jareth let out a growl as he picked up his love and carried her back to the bed. In only a few hours the sun would crest the horizon and the weight of the world would be placed upon his shoulders, but neither cared for anything other than the touch of one another at that moment.
Chapter 6 – Bonding
Their kiss hadn't broken as Jareth transported them to his chambers. Deep mahogany wood and leather furniture adorned the lavish room and thick velvets and deep thick satins covered the bed and windows in rich blues. A huge fireplace practically adorned the length of one entire wall and there were bookcases lining nearly every inch of wall space where there was not a window. Double French doors decked in deep navy curtains led to a balcony. But Sarah noticed none of it, her eyes closed, her hands entwined in thick blond strands of iridescent hair.
Jareth's hands wound around her body, his fingers working swiftly to unlace her corset, all the while letting her hands explore his neck and back, her tongue explore his mouth. He knew that a part of her fierce desire stemmed from the spell he had woven to bind them – but it would only intensify her desires if they already existed, not create them. It was a necessary part of the spell as if it was not finalized in the flesh, the spell would disintegrate in a matter of days, and Sarah would be lost. The increasing desire never deceived only made the desire – so as to intensify the pleasure of the culmination of the spell – the final bond. He had seen no need to explain the situation to her as it would only have created a stress, an unneeded tension. Besides the spell would not have worked if she hadn't already had the feelings.
His thoughts were interrupted as she feverishly began to pull at the buttons on his shirt, and run her hands along the smooth skin of his chest. Jareth threw his head back and reveled in the feeling of her soft kisses upon his neck and chest. He didn't know how much longer he could bear the confines of clothing standing in between he and his love. In one move, he picked her up, cradling her in his arms, as she kissed and nipped as his neck. He laid her on the bed, resting himself beside her.
"I love you Sarah." He whispered huskily as she traced the fine outline of his muscles with her fingers.
"I love you, Jareth." He smiled devilishly, and began running a hand up her layers of skirt. Sarah's eyes fluttered closed as he lowered his lips to the nape of her neck, a small moan escaping her lips. Her bodice was undone enough that he could see the curve of one pink nipple, and he allowed his kisses to trail down towards the rounding of her breast. As his hand raised further up her skirt, noticing she wore no undergarments, his hand rested upon her warmth. He could feel himself growing as he sought to pleasure her – the sweet pain of waiting was nearly more than he could bear.
Her lips were shaking as she barely whispered "Please," and Jareth took her nipple in his mouth allowing his tongue to slowly outline it, flick it, all in symphonic movement with his fingers between her legs, beginning slowly, sensually rubbing her, waiting for her to instinctively raise her hips, to let her body ask for more. His pace quicked, his finger playing with her, feeling her slick with desire for something his hand could not offer her. Her pleasure multiplied as his tongue and teeth teased her hardened nipple. She raised her hips, as the world exploded into color behind her eyelids. Breathing heavily she opened her eyes, to be met with a feral stare from her lover. Shaking with passion, she began pulling at his clothing, but Jareth simply dismissed the clothing. Both naked and slick with sweat, Sarah wrapped her arms about his slight muscular frame and pulled him to lay on top of her. Sarah knew she was tight from her release, but her body begged for more, begged him to claim her – to be one with her.
Lowering himself upon her, Jareth positioned himself, then whispered quietly into her ear, "With all that I am, with all that I will ever be, I give myself to you, and only to you, for all eternity." Before Sarah could respond to his beautiful words, Jareth slowly pushed himself inside her, feeling her tighten even more around him. Sarah gasped, the intake of air corresponding with his push, never had she felt such intense pleasure. It was almost surreal – she wrapped her arms tightly around his back, and began to raise her hips in response to his movement. Together the two moved rhythmically, sliding in and out, slowly, letting Sarah come down, only to drive to unknown heights again. Moving faster and faster until Jareth knew she was ready, and together they found their release.
The world was a dizzying flurry of purples and blues behind closed eyes. They still lay entangled in one another, never wanting to let go, basking in the haze of their bond. Sarah curled tightly against his body, as if even air was too much to separate them. She slept, breathing lightly, her body at ease, completely calm. Jareth lay awake, staring at her. So much had happened so quickly, and he couldn't have asked the Goddess for a more perfect union. She was his now, and he was hers. They were bound, and their bond was complete. Nothing could ever separate them, such was the nature of their bond. He would make her his queen, in time, once she had fully adjusted to life in the Underground, and life as his other half, literally.
He sighed, and kissed her forehead. He pushed himself away from her sleeping form and walked across the room, opening the French doors, he stood on the balcony, staring over the Labyrinth. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, it was baffeling. Only days ago he contemplated never loving again, shirking all contact with the fairer sex for eternity. And then she had called him – he had never dreamed of such a welcome respite from his lonely existence.
He worried she would not understand the full extent of their bond, that they would know the others heart regardless of what words were spoken. There could be no lies, there could be no hiding of emotion. They were literally now, of one heart. It would not be as if he was in her mind or she in his, but they would just feel everything the other felt. Additionally, because he had given so much of himself to allow her to live, she would have some, albeit a very small amount, of his magic running through her. In time, with the fostering of the Underground, this would grow. He knew she would accept this. He knew that she would understand.
And now the news of the traitor in his family's house. Tomorrow they would travel, he had a plan for uncovering the demonic wench – but it would take some time.
"Jareth? What is it, my love, why can't you sleep?" Sarah's soft voice pulled Jareth from his thoughts, and he smiled as she wrapped her arms about his waist, resting her head on cool skin of his back. "I could feel it the moment you left my side, the moment worries overtook you. Is that.....is a part of our....our...bond?" She asked quietly. So afraid was he of her pushing away, he instinctively held her hands as he replied, "Yes, you will feel me in every way, in every mood, every moment. My life is yours."
Sarah circled around to face him, her naked form pressing against him as she smiled wickedly, staring up into his mismatched eyes. "There's a way I'm not feeling you right now. What do you say you come back inside and remedy that?"
Jareth let out a growl as he picked up his love and carried her back to the bed. In only a few hours the sun would crest the horizon and the weight of the world would be placed upon his shoulders, but neither cared for anything other than the touch of one another at that moment.