Tapping her foot Sarah kept the beat with the music on the radio. Her position was that most would think uncomfortable. Legs crossed loosely perched on the table. Chair tilted onto its rear legs and a pallet of paper balanced on her thighs and knees. Her hair was in a loose bun while she had stuck a few pencils in it, partly to eep her hair up and partly for the ready use of them. One such pencil was in her hand as she continued her sketch. Glancing up every now and then she made sure that Toby was alright and not causing any trouble, presently he was taking his nap, laying on a blanket she had set out for him to play on and using her dog as a pillow. Something she herself had often done, he enjoyed it and was one to make sure his charge was safe and happy. She pushed the memories away of how many times she had slept with her face buried in his long fur. Hiding her tears from the world. Shaking her head she went back to her sketch, it portrayed the tiny finger-biter that she had encountered early on in her adventure through hell. It was quite accurate and she held a certain amount of pride in her ability to recreate what she saw. It was interesting to say the least, a talent that Karen saw, as every other thing that Sarah dare be interested in, as a waste of time and money. 'I pay for my supplies so what does she have to complain about? Half the time I sell the pictures for money, meaning she can't complain about my works taking up space. She's just a bitch.' She thought shading in the wings of the winged creature. In all truth she was refusing to think of the night prior. Her father hadn't given much of a reaction to her return; in fact, Toby was the only one to have welcomed her back in exuberant joy aside from Merlin. Flipping the sheet over she made sure there was a blank one between each work. Glancing towards the sleeping duo she began to recreate the heart-warming scene. The air conditioner had gone out the day prior and with hundred-degree-plus weather out side it was unpleasant indoors.
"Not bad." She jumped in her chair, nearly losing balance, and grabbed for the table. Glaring to her side she saw her sketchpad in the gloved hands of Jareth, who incidentally was thumbing through each of her works. Taking his time to look at each portrait, the damn thing was nearly full and she sat glaring at him for quite some time. "You have…talent Sarah." He complimented looking to her angry face. He sounded sincere, but she had never accepted compliments without looking for hidden meanings. And that belief never held truer to her when they came from him.
He watched as her eyes narrowed in distrust to his, for once, sincere comment. She didn't trust him, and he didn't expect her to. But he had been surprised at her artistic talent. Looking her over he took in that she was wearing what the aboveground called a swimsuit. Or to be more precise the top of a bikini, whether she was wearing the bottom half under her shorts he did not know. 'Though I would be more than willing to find out.' He thought noting that her young form was most enticing. She returned her gaze to the sketchpad but kept casting him suspicious looks. Finally she gave the attempt to continue her work up and moved to the sink. Wetting a rag she moved to the boy near the dog. Wiping away some sweat she let the rag rest on the toddlers head. "Warm Sarah?" She sent a look that could chill a flame from hell, she was most definitely a cruel one.
"I'm fine." She answered cryptically. Vanishing from her sight he allowed her to think he had left. A roll of her eyes and a muttered comment was all that he saw. Soon she was running another rag under the cool water, this time she began to wipe it over her face and chest. Heat filled his veins as she wiped the damp rag over her skin. Did she know what this kind of action had on a man? Let alone to a Fae who already wished to posses her! Without warning he appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her he pulled her close. Taking hold of the rag he began to repeat her earlier actions. She was stiff for a moment then began to struggle, holding her arms to her sides he knew she wouldn't be able to break free without his allowing her so. "Let go of me." She hissed finally giving in to the fact she was helpless.
"Now why would I want to do that?" He replied into her left ear. Taking the lobe into his mouth he gave it a light kiss, the tremble that ran through her body made his lips curl. With his free arm he began to slide his gloved hand along her side. "Maybe you should dress like this more often when we return home."
"I'm not going back there." She hissed, taking care not to wake the slumbering pair. "So just forget it." He felt her squirm in his arms for a moment. "Oh Jareth." She called in a voice that told him she was up to something. Looking to her face he tried to determine what it was. That being his mistake of the moment.
She let out a laugh when the water began to spray. In his shock she slipped out of his arms. The sink hose was busy spraying the cold water at him and she stopped only when he was out of range. She grinned proudly as she took in his drenched state. "You need to cool off." He glared at her and she knew in that instant that he would make her pay, she would have been scared if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't bring her back to his kingdom. 'Hell I'm scared now.' "Keep you're damn mitts off of me. In short Goblin King, keep, away, from, me."
"Never Sarah, I've told you before and I will tell you until you know this too. You, are, mine. Now and forever."
"Forever isn't so very long. Isn't that what you said?" She mocked, trying to beat him in the only arena that she felt they had equal footing in. The battle of insults. So far, Sarah: one, Jareth: none.
"To an immortal forever is only but the span of a mortal's life."
'Make that Jareth: one.' She corrected, glaring at him. "You seem to forget that there are more ways then just old age for a mortal to die." She wasn't so sure if she was bluffing. If, and she meant if he had her again she didn't know what she would do. She didn't want to think about what would happen if he ever caught her again, she already didn't like what was happening and it was on her turf. It was in that moment the phone ring. Reaching to her side she took the device to her ear, noting in disappointment that Jareth was dry in the time it took to blink. "Hello?" She answered, in her sweet carefree voice that she had perfected over the years. It gave her a certain amount of vindictive pleasure at the look Jareth shot her when he heard the tone of her voice. "William's residence, Sarah speaking."
"Sarah? Man it's good to hear you're voice!" She for an instant forgot her troubles and let the smile that could shatter hearts fall on her face. She didn't see the reaction of the Fae in her joy.
"Mick? Is that really you?" She breathed out.
"Open your front door." Not questioning the order she did so. Only to have said voice step into the entrance hall and sweep her up into a spinning hug. Laughing in free joy she was only silenced when a chaste kiss graced her lips. "Miss me sweetheart?"
Well? Took long enough I know but I JUST finally figured out where I want to go with this. I don't know what I'm doing with Jareth. Was he too evil or not enough. Reviews and comments please. I would like to know what you all would like to see in Jareth and Sarah in future chapters. Actions, emotions, so on. Any way.
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