Balancing one foot on the chair she bent over to tie her sneaker. For a week she had been bed bound and she was well past being fed up with it. And now that she no longer desired sleeping the day away she wanted out of the room. Glancing around she noted the absence of her window. She wasn't really all that surprised that it was gone. But she did miss the sunlight.
She had just finished her self appointed task when the door slammed open. Startled she fell gracelessly to the floor and was thus at an immediate disadvantage when Jareth came in, glaring at her.
"And just what are you doing out of bed?"
"Leaving it?" Her tone held a 'duh' quality and she knew it wasn't wise to provoke him. But she was well past the point of caring. She had been wished away, new rules and regulations brought to play. There was no escaping this time and though she was pretty sure he wouldn't turn her into a goblin she knew there were other fates she could be dealt. Moving to her feet she prepared to face the music. He had dropped the subject of her letter but she doubted it would stay that way.
"So you're prepared to leave you're bed?" Oh she didn't like the look on his face when he said those words. Silence was not an option.
"What of it?"
"You ran from me Sarah." She bristled at his tone, like she had wanted to stay? Not hardly.
"If you thought I was just going to stay you're dumber than most blondes." Crossing her arms she mentally shoved her thoughts aside. Thoughts of what might happen were not going to help her keep a clear head.
Even so when he manifested before her and gripped both her arms she stiffened. He noticed the action and seemed pleased by her fear. At least she thought he was. Looking as if the effort was nothing he lifted her off her feet and pushed her against the nearest wall. His face closing in on her own she nearly groaned at the now familiar action.
"I'd hold my tongue in your position Sarah."
"Somehow I don't think you would, Jareth." He barked a laugh and pulled her away from the wall. Letting her sink low enough to touch the floor she was quite aware of how her body slid against his. She was also fully aware on the presence pushing against her pelvises.
She was correct in her last remark. Even if he ever found himself in a situation similar to hers he would not listen to his master. Letting her slide down he made sure to keep his hold of her firm, when her toes touched ground he kept his hands on her hips. Holding her close and firmly pressed to him, her discomfort at the situation was clearly written on her face. He on the other hand had little to complain about.
Silently watching her reactions he gauged how frightened she was. Her breathing was in short gasps; both hands were flat against his lapels but merely resting, not struggling. It told him of what he expected, she didn't know where her ground was and had thus fallen back on the stand by of defiance.
He had seen her use it against her stepmother and he had experienced her using it against him. Lowering his face to hers he watched her eyes close tightly and her lips press together thinly. Pausing he waited, still testing her. A moment later one eye cracked open, a mocking smile graced his lips. "Expecting something Sarah mine?" It was as her muscles relaxed and she opened her mouth to release the breath that she had been holding that he finished the action. Swallowing her muffled cry his arms slid up and pulled her with them. Her resting hands tried to push them apart but merely caused him to hold her closer.
Pulling back only to allow her breath she ducked her head down. Affectively hiding her face from his, but only by hiding in his chest. Chuckling he pulled back to cup her chin. Gray eyes wide with shock she was unresisting when he shifted her weight and pulled her towards the sitting couch. The bed would have been nearer but he was nowhere that daft. She would go straight to panic and there would be no talking with her.
"Nowhere to run this time." Pulling her down with him they landed in a position that was more of her atop him than anything else. Hands returned to her waist he held firm but allowed her to situate herself in her desired fashion, within the bounds of his grip that was. Her chin returned to its stubborn set and defiance gleamed in her eyes. "And mine to do with as I will, more so now than ever before. You were wished to me Sarah. Do you know what that means?"
"I'll shrink and lose my vocabulary?" Her loose words did not hide her rigid form.
"Nay Sarah, too old to become a goblin, maybe if you had been wished to them as your brother had. But you were wished to me."
"So what?" Her caution was visible in her eyes, but she was listening. Distracted only by his body so intimate to her own.
"That even should my kingdom crumble and my title be lost, you would still be mine. Not the next Goblin King's and not my subjects. She wished you to me Sarah, and so mine you shall remain." Her breath had picked up but he knew it to be with growing anger more so than fear.
"Go to hell Goblin King." Her spiteful voice went to a shocked gasp when he rolled them and pinned her to the couch's seats.
"That is not how one should talk to her master. Especially after defying him so, rather you should be trying to appease him and gain his mercy." Her fear and anger combined and she was not inclined to rein either in.
"Never! I am not yours and I will not bow down to you." He knew she would say something of the sort. It was part of what attracted him to her, her willingness to obey only herself. Like him she thought herself a law unto only herself, an incorrect notion but her belief all the same.
"I expect you'll be much surprised at what you find yourself doing Sarah love." Alarm flared in the silver pools that she owned but nothing else changed.
"A-and I expect you'll be surprised at-at what-." Placing a finger over her lips he held off whatever retort she may have spoken.
"I'm sure you'll be full of surprises darling." She tried to bite his finger but his reflexes were quicker than her teeth. Holding her face still he allowed more of his weight to fall onto her. She inhaled quickly and made a poor attempt at getting him off her. "But I think mine are here now." She went still and was left with nothing but her wits to battle him with.
"We've already established that you can bully me around. If it needs to be said then fine. You're, stronger, than, me. Happy?"
'No.' He thought but didn't voice it. She had a way of taking the fun out of his games sometimes. When she openly and freely admitted that he could dominate her with force the game had ended. Shifting he let her sit, but by no means was she able to dart. Knowing and actually abiding by knowledge was not something she would do. Deciding to take their confrontation on another path he pushed off of her and offered her a hand up. Suspiciously she accepted his aid, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. A wise move on her half. Leading her down a short way from the room she had once been able to claim to her own, he opened the door to his own chamber. Pulling her in he let her stew in her fears for a moment. It had to be the first time he had ever seen her speechless. When she looked to him for an explanation he grinned broadly. "Welcome to your new quarters Sarah."
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