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Your Eyes
Story by Jessica Arbuckle (Jessi, Princess of Impatience)
June to possibly August, 2005
Chapter Five, The Man in the Mirror…
Sarah stared into the mirror in shock, greedily drinking in Jareth's image like it was water.
Frost blonde hair, intriguingly spiked, surrounded his striking eyes and beautiful face. He was not classically handsome, and his frame was slender, but he was the most beautiful creature she had ever laid eyes on. His clothes 'ah, his clothes' she sighed mentally. He was a truly romantic dresser. His midnight blue poet shirt, ruffling softly, was split nearly to his navel. It revealed an enticing amount of alabaster skin and the odd medallion around his neck. His black breeches hugged the slim muscles of his legs, and although she could not see lower than his thighs in the mirror, she knew his feet and calves were encased in soft leather boots. The only things missing were his gloves and she could now examine, for the first time, the pale but masculine hands resting on his hips. Hands she had only dreamed of seeing, dreamed times without number about them roaming wildly over her body…
He watched her eyes in the mirror as they roamed over his image, an amused but loving grin widening on his face. He saw the desire building in her beautiful eyes, even as silent sobs continued to shake her delicate form. His grin widened as he contemplated the thoughts accompanying the desire.
"You can't be there," she said to the image smiling seductively in the mirror. "I know if I turn around, you won't be there. Why am I seeing you? Have I truly lost my mind?" she questioned the image.
"Sarah," said a voice behind her, amusement apparent in the tone. "You have not lost your mind, although I have wondered that at least once before." The tone became slightly commanding. "Turn around," he ordered.
Unable to defy the voice, although being commanded made a spurt of indignation rise in her, she took one last longing look at the image in the mirror. She was determined to embed this image in her mind as firmly as her birthday dream was. Although something in the back of her mind told her the voice was coming from behind her, she refused to believe it came any place but from in her mind.
'I am, after all,' she thought hazily, 'just imagining all of this.'
Weighed down by the feeling that turning around would not reveal Jareth to her, she slowly turned, her eyes tightly shut. Her heart ached for him and it was pounding away like it would find a way right out of her chest. She would look eventually, but she would hold the memory of his image in her mind as long as possible before opening her eyes.
There was a movement in front of her and a finger gently made contact with her face, tracing the trail left on her cheek from the tears. Sarah felt as though she had been electrocuted as the shock of the touch ran through her body, but she did not draw back. The sensations ran along her skin, outward from the touch and she reveled in the feel of the bare fingers caressing her face, softer and gentler than she had imagined they could be. She rested her face into the curve of the palm of the hand touching her, still not allowing herself to believe this was anything other than the twisting of her mind playing games with her.
"Sarah love, open your eyes," the voice said, scant inches from her face. She breathed in the masculine scent in front of her, rubbing her cheek against the warmth of the hand cradling it. For one second, she allowed herself to believe what was happening was real. It was in that second that she opened her eyes.
a/n: Expect more soon!
As always, please R/R, I would just adore it!