Chapter 16: Passionate Imbrace
Sarah awoke the next evening, disoriented and confused. "Where am I!" she thought desperately. It took only seconds for recognition to hit. She groaned audibly, not quite looking forward to seeing her demanding fey husband. "Husband! Oh, Merlin! I'm in trouble!" She ground her fists into her eyes, hoping against hope this was just some cruel sick dream.
She took a deep breath. "When I open my eyes, I will be back in my room…and every thing will be all right." She said, voice sounding slightly hysterical.
Blink.
"Shit." She cursed inwardly.
Her hands rubbed the midnight velvet blue bed cover nervously. She didn't know quite what to do. She would certainly not go out and seek him. Nor, would she ask for anything, she decided to herself. "I might "belong" to him now, but I most certainly not give him the satisfaction!"
Sitting up on the bed, her hands smoothed the front of her still dazzling, wrinkled wedding gown.
Her thoughts strayed to her father, and Toby, breath catching in her throat, as she relived the tragedy of 72 hours ago. So much had happened. Her life had changed in a blink of an eye. Sarah was so consumed reminiscing in her sorrow; she didn't notice the tall, spiky blonde haired fey watching her from the corner of the room.
Jareth cleared his throat, sending Sarah sprawling over the side of the bed. "Don't you ever knock!" Sarah screamed, sadness channeling into anger. Jareth ignored the out burst and strolled to his fuming bride. He bit back his smile when he saw tears well up in her eyes. "She's so fragile inside." He thought sadly.
He exhaled audibly and lifted Sarah's chin. "I'm sorry for you pain, my sweet." The daggers in her eyes quickly turned to tears.
"I just don't understand why all this has to happen to me! I cant take it! I..I…"
Long grace full arms wrapped around the shuddering figure, crouched on the floor. He rubbed soothing circles into her back, whispering words of comfort into her ear.
"Shh, my love." He cooed. "
"Things will get better, luv. I promise you. You don't need to worry about death or sadness any more." He said gently.
Sarah looked up suddenly into the face of her husband, confusion and curiosity playing across her features. "Is there no death in the Underground?"
Jareth grinned. "Yes and no. The Fey are immortal. We can, however be killed, although not easily. We are bearers and protectors of great magic; thus we in turn, are protected. But, if weakened enough, we can be slain. (or fade away of a broken heart.)" He added quietly to himself.
"And the goblins, and other creatures?" Sarah inquired curiously.
"Fortunately, they are mortal but live hundreds of years. The damn things breed like rabbits!" Sarah furrowed her brows, "He's so damn arrogant!" She thought to herself.
Suddenly another thought struck her mind. "What is to become of me? Am I to die here in a couple of miserable decades, the only of my kind?"
"And what about me, Jareth? I am a mortal. You will surely have to catch another bride in a couple of years." She asked trying to hold back the bitterness from her voice.
Mismatched eyes sparkled at her impishly. "No luv, you will not die, and you will age just as gracefully as I."
Sarah gave him a blank stare. "What? How? I don't have any magic to my name. I am defenseless against death." She added bitterly, thoughts on her father and her fragile brother.
Jareth grinned inwardly. Ohh this is to perfect! Muhahhaaa.
"Well,' he paused, searching for the right phrase, "when we consummate out marriage, you will be magically bound to me and thus become immortal."
A healthy flush, tinged Sarah's face, at the words "consummate". Jareth felt a stirring in his loins, as he watched his virginal bride squirm in thought. Her eyes downcast, she bit her bottom lip between her teeth. The tension in the room became too thick. Suddenly aware of how close she sat to the smirking, lusty eyed Fey, she sat up on her knees, desperately trying to think of something to say to break the room's uncomfortable spell. Mercifully, her stomach did it for her. A loud grumble, gurgled loudly. Jareth shot her stomach a disappointed glare.
"Damn! And, still I wait." He thought bitterly to himself. He didn't know where this new bout of patience and self control had come from. He wanted desperately to pounce on her and convince her, and her body, who she belonged to. How he longed to claim her. "No. Not before she is ready." He swatted the dangerously alluring thoughts away.
"I'm hungry. " Sarah whispered in a child like voice.
"It appears to be so! I'm sure the guards in the throne room heard that rumble." He smirked playfully.
She smiled weakly; still weary about being in his presence. Part of her wanted to yell, scream, and punch him in his perfect, porcelain face, and another wanted him to hold her, and have him tell her how much he loved her and to return his love fully.
Jareth summoned a crystal orb and the figure of a elegant elf came into view.
"Rosriel!" his regal voice commanded bring breakfast for me and my bride, and cancel all any duties for the rest of the day."
"Yes your Majesty.", came the distant echoy voice from with in the orb.
Within a few minutes, Rosriel arrived with a large tray of steaming waffle like pastries. Two small Goblinesses walked humbly behind the elegant elf, each carrying a tray as well. An array of exotic fruit was presented before the king's new bride. Rosriel inwardly smiled at the girls' look of wonder, at the colorful, oddly shaped fruit the little human had never seen before. The short, squatty gobliness assistant presented a goblet of frothy caramel colored liquid to Sarah. She took it and drank deeply, eyeing the vast array of jars and bowls of strange fruits and jellies.
"Excellent." Jareth gave an approving nod. "I shall not like to be disturbed for the remainder of the day." He added sternly, fire lighting his eyes, daring someone to interrupt his time with Sara. To do so, would be quite foolish indeed!
With a shooing gesture of his hand, the elegant elf and goblinesses scurried out of the room, eyes respectfully at the floor.
"Well, now. Shall we eat?" He gestured toward the food with a smile. Sarah's mouth watered as her eyes drank in all the glorious colors and shapes. She could finally take it no more, and grabbed the nearest hot cake.
An amused smile lit up the kings face as he reclined, enjoying the site of his bride engrossed in her eating. She ate as delicately as she could, but hunger drove her to shovel the food down as fast as possible.
Breakfast finished without much incident; Sarah sampled each item, pleased with the newness of it all. Jareth sat quietly the whole time and watched her. She squirmed under his gaze, and let out a satisfied sigh; her hunger sated. The Goblin King cocked an eyebrow in amusement.
"Well, it seems you certainly have a passion for food."
"What do you expect? I hadn't eaten since, I left the…hospital." She added sadly.
Sarah cast her eyes to the floor. "Will I never see Toby again?" she asked softly.
Jareth stood up and glided toward his forlorn bride. He closed his eyes in contemplation. Seconds later, he pulled an opaque crystal orb from out of the air. He manipulated the crystal gliding it up and down his hands and arms. Emerald eyes stared transfixed by the hypnotic crystals dance. Magic prickled against her cheek as he held the crystal out to her. She looked at it cautiously, unsure if it was a trick. Yet, from within the depths, a picture of a little boy sleeping peacefully in his bed came into view. Sarah unhesitantly snatched the crystal from the Goblin Kings glove clad hands, desperate for a closer view of her recovering brother.
"He looks so much better." She whispered in relief. "Toby, I love you." Tears again threatened to spill from her emerald eyes. "Thank you." She said tearfully, reaching out to hold the Fey's hand. Jareth entwined his fingers between the lovely pale fingers. He squeezed her hand and gently pulled her toward him. Gazing down into her sorrow flushed face; he gently cupped her cheek with his other hand. Slowly, his face descended and kissed away the tears slowly leaking from the young woman's face. A keening sound escaped her throat and she closed her eyes in quiet submission. His lips caressed her lovely soft face. Sarah exhaled audibly and dropped the crystal as she felt the kings velvety soft lips gently press against hers. Jareth squeezed her hand harder as the kiss became more desperate and passionate; his other hand traveling to rest on her curvy hip. She arched into his touch, and craved more. Every nerve on her skin sent exquisite pulses toward her loins. The kiss continued still, growing more desperate and fervent as a soft slippery tongue glided into her parted mouth.
He tasted so wonderful! She mused.
The spell was broken by a wave of panic, when she felt the unmistakable press of the king's hard length.
She pulled away from the kiss. Jareth still held her hand but reluctantly let go as she took step back to distant herself from her glossy-lust eyed husband.
Sarah bent down and scooped up the forgotten crystal, and timidly held it out to the flushed fey.
"Its yours Sarah. Keep it to watch your brother whenever you like." He turned to walk away, so as to distance himself as far away from temptation as possible.
Damn! This is getting harder every time! (No pun intended giggles)
Sarah was touched by the Kings gift. It truly warmed her heart that he was being so caring.
"Thank you." She said softly full of gratitude.
Jareth strode toward the door. His regal air, pulled back into place.
"I shall be back in one hour. I expect you to change and be ready for a lovely walk through the gardens. I wish to show you around the grounds." He said in an authoritative voice.
A defiant fire lit up the woman-child's eyes. She crossed her arms across her chest, with a look of mock insult. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now? Certainly a wrinkly, day old wedding gown is quite suitable for a stroll around the kingdom."
Jareth raised an eye brow and smirked menacingly. "As you wish. Come now, lets not keep the gardens waiting." He said, hand out stretched.
Sarah put on a look of deep concentration. "Um, no I really, should, change. Imagine how it will tarnish your reputation to be seen with a raggedy dressed wife. Honestly, what would the neighbors say?" Her smile reached her eyes, the first true smile in the Underground.
A/N >trembels before you Im sorry im sorry im sorry! I...um...have no excuse! It was sheer laziness on my part. But im determined to finish this story. I will not give up damn it! Im going on vacation for 2 weeks so i will not update untill then. But! I will finish writing the story in my notebook, so as soon as i get back i can post it ALL for you guys. Okay. You guys can kick my butt and throw me in the bog of eternal stench. But you wouldnt want my stories to stink would you? Nope didnt think so. Thankyou so much to all you AWESOME reviewers out there. With out your incouragement, i wold have soo given up. Leave some lovin!