Glaring down at her he waited for her to do something. Moving to her feet he saw her prepare for battle. "Now what?" She snapped doing her best to glare him down when he held the advantage of height.
"I hope you know that he is a dead man now." He announced letting her see the crystal in his palm.
"You can't!" She started, only for him to interrupt.
"I can, he handled my property in a way I was displeased with."
"I am not your property!" She screamed, he merely continued.
"And that gives me every right to dispose of him for having desired what is mine by claim."
"Desire?" She gave him a look of pure confusion, and then enlightenment filled her eyes. She covered her mouth in amusement. "Desire? Jareth he would sooner look at you twice. Mick doesn't bat for my team." He gave her an arched brow. "Jareth." She repeated, using his name in a manner that would stun all members of court. "Mick likes guys. To him I'm nothing more than a sister; we've known each other since before we could read. He doesn't desire me." Her anger returning she let the strength fill her voice. "So don't you dare hurt him. In any way, shape, or form." She crossed her arms and her stance was of utter defiance.
"What makes you think that I would for one instant listen to you? This isn't a game anymore little Sarah."
"I'm not little, and at any rate I never thought this was a game. Leave me alone! Leave Mick alone too, he's all." She cut herself off, but it was too late. Jareth wanted to hear the rest.
"He's what Sarah?" She clenched her jaw shut as he stepped closer to her. "A lover? A friend, the holder of your heart."
"You're jealous." She countered. He felt the ripples of shock at how true her words were.
"You're mine and I will not let any other have you."
"Well you don't have to worry about that Jareth. Cause guess what. I. Don't. Love. Anyone. In. That. Way. I can't and I refuse to try so just drop it." She turned her back to him to calm a baling babe, did she know how much pain her eyes had shown. "Leave Mick alone, he isn't a threat to you." She continued softly in a drained voice, holding Toby to her side as she spoke. "I give you my word that yes he loves me and I him but not in the manner of lovers. He is my friend and will be till long after we're both dead. I owe him a lot, so defying you and pleading for his life is not below me." With a wave of his hand the child was back on the couch. And with a few steps he had her pined to the wall.
"I will have you Sarah, your heart will belong to me and only me, don't make this so painful on yourself." He whispered softly, lips brushing the side of her ear. She closed her eyes and went still.
"Move Jareth, I have a party to get ready for."
"I gave you no such permission."
"I give no such damn." She tried to shove him back a few feet. But was unsuccessful in the attempt. Her attempt for space only enabled him to grab hold of her wrists, lifting her arms over her head she suddenly felt like a caged bird. She winced slightly when his fingers put pressure on her bruise. He seemed to notice and his palm slid down her hand to space that was not bruised.
"Remember Sarah, I will have you back. And then you shall pay for the trouble your causing me. It would be wise to stop while you're only so far behind."
"I don't quit. And I don't find your being so near me pleasing so get the hell away from me!" She tried to use her body to shove him away but all it did was press her curves against him for a short time. In the instant she felt what she had done this her eyes went wide.
She hadn't been thinking, not well anyway. And when she had tried to push him away she had discovered that she affected him in close proximity. It suddenly occurred to her what kind of trouble she was in. He couldn't drag her out of the house. Couldn't use any magic to get her out of the house. But there were many ways to punish her here and now. She damn near flinched when he stroked the side of her face with his free hand. He had pushed her back into the wall, and he wasn't stepping back this time. Doing her best to hide her very real fear she starred him straight in the eye. All to aware of the opening she was giving him, one he had taken advantage of before. But his finger over the side of her face made her nearly flinch. She could think of nothing to say that would get him away from her, or better yet out of her life.
"Why do you defy me so Sarah? He questioned softly, she might have believed his question true if not for the distraction against her thighs and the look in his eyes.
"Call it my natural instinct to rebel, and trust me, I have no wish to become anyone's slave. Least of all yours." She replied trying not to squirm. "I'm losing blood in my arms." She informed, feeling the tingly feeling that cam from holding them above her head for too long.
"Are you saying that you won't try to attack me if I release them?"
"For the moment." She was not going to bind herself to anything, in this case an extended or indefinite period of time of not trying to deck the Goblin King. He let them go and she was soon twisting her arms to hurry the flow of blood. But his distance had not changed, and now both of his arms were on either side of her, effectively trapping her between him and the wall. "Why are you doing this?" She half pleaded. Not understanding all the trouble he was going through for the sake of a mere mortal.
"You are mine." He whispered, face nearing hers slightly. The answer wasn't good enough for her.
"Why? Why me, I'm nobody important and I'm hardly of any importance. Just plain Sarah. Why bother Jareth?" By then his forehead was resting against hers. When he spoke she could feel his lips brushing against hers.
As he heard her words he had to wonder if she truly thought so little of herself or if it was an act. If it wasn't, and her words were true how could he not? She was beautiful, quick of with and brave. She was far from plain, he knew fellow Fae that could not hold a candle to this mortal girl. "Because I want you." He answered, as truthfully as his thoughts could allow. Not giving her time to respond he pressed his mouth to hers. She fought against him, unable to move away from him she could only attempt at parting her lips from his. Both hands soon engulfed her, one running along her side in the skin tight garment she wore while the other held her firm to his body. Her squirming was having a painfully pleasurable affect on him and he nearly groaned when she finally gave up the fight and held still. This was not to say she returned his attention, merely no longer fought it. He had no idea how long he would have continued this but an interruption met their ears.
"What the hell?" The Mick boy.
"Mick!" His Sarah shouted, obviously fearing for him. How like her to forget of her own safety. "Don't please." But the mortal was already approaching and violence shown in his eyes.
"Until later Sarah." He whispered in her ear, then vanished. From a crystal in his thrown room he watched.
"Who the hell was that? Spill Wallflower."
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