She knew she must have sported an evil look when she felt him grip her shirt. She had lived through too many people yanking her back by the shirt, and had thus long since known how to counter it. Or at least make them regret the action. Throwing her weight backwards she was just as surprised when they began to fall. Grunting when they landed she rolled off him before he mad to snatch her. Kneeling a few feet away from him she was ready to run by the time she stopped moving.
Looking to the Fae she saw that he wasn't moving. Well he was moving, he looked like the air had been knocked out of him, and she knew how that felt. Not good. But there was something else, his head moved up then back down. He probably would have groaned if he could.
"Goblin King?" Not knowing if she was doing the right thing she half crawled closer to him. Ready to pull back at any moment she gave his shoulder a gentle nudge. He didn't move. "Goblin King?" If he was playing her she would find a way to get him back, she swore it. That thought froze the moment she saw the red trickle move along the floors mortar. "Shit!" Deciding that he wasn't playing her she moved closer and tried to get him to open his eyes. "Hey. Hey! Open your eyes. C'mon wake up." She couldn't explain the relief she felt when two orbs returned her gaze, half lidded or not. "I'm sorry I didn't mean for this to happen." She meant it; she hadn't meant to hurt him. Oh she hated him, but this was bad.
His eyes began to close and she panicked. "Hey no closing the eyes. Jareth? I mean it; trust me on this you don't want to go to sleep right now." His eyes opened slightly at the use of his name, well if it worked. "Jareth, I'm going to try and move you now ok. All I want you to do is stay awake; can you do that for me?" He made a sound that she took as an affirmative and quickly began to figure out how to get him from the hall to his room. 'Why the hell am I doing this? He's an ass and has been nothing but…' Her thoughts were too jumbled to put words to her emotions. But it was against everything she was to just leave him alone to die. Well maybe not die but hit wouldn't be a pretty picture. 'Ya that's right I'm doing this for me. I'm being selfish and thinking only of me. Ah hell who am I kidding?' Tugging him to the sofa next to the fire she made sure he was awake. "Jareth, Jareth open your eyes. Look at me, yes I'm asking you to for once don't you want to take me up on it?" Patting the side of his face she stopped only when he looked at her.
"What, are you doing?"
"You hit your head, you might have a concussion and you can't go to sleep." He gave her a look that told her he was going to do whatever he wanted. "Fine. Go to sleep. Don't wake up for all I care."
"You do."
"Do what?"
"Care." He looked so smug, it riled her that he could be doing this to her. Worse yet she was still worried about him.
"Hate to burst your bubble, but even though I don't like you, I don't exactly want you dead. But if that's what you're going for please, keeping opening your mouth." How she managed to keep her tone flippant as she washed his bleeding cut was beyond her, maybe she was better at pushing away emotions than she had originally thought.
Eventually she couldn't keep him awake any longer.
The throbbing pain raging in his temple brought him to consciousness, opening his eyes to the thankfully dim light he thought past his pain and spelled the pain away. Regaining his vision he looked to the figure in the chair beside him. Sarah, curled in his armchair, was beside him. Had she watched over him all this time? Oddly he didn't find himself angry with her, it was her fault that he had hit his head, but he also doubted she had meant to harm him. Sarah was not a violent person, oh she would lash out at him but it was only after he had provoked her.
She only succeeded against him when she caught him by surprise, which she had. Vaguely he could remember her worried tone, not so much the words but her voice. If nothing else for that she would go unpunished. Glancing at his clock he noted the late hour, he had been asleep at least a day. Sitting up from the bed he pulled Sarah onto the sheets, taking care not to wake her he placed her in a more comfortable position.
Brushing aside some hair covering her face he looked to her sleeping features. She really was a beauty, not only physically but spiritually. Something in her burned and even under the greatest pressure it never dimmed. She was a rare creature and he was moth to her flame. He wanted Sarah, he wanted her in every way, but he also knew she was young. Sarah may have known more about the ways of man than he thought proper, but she was still very much an innocent in many ways.
But he still wanted her, she aroused him unlike any of the women he normally associated with. She defied him when others were too afraid meet his eyes. She considered herself an equal to him as a person while capable of acknowledging his strengths that surpassed her own. She feared him at times but refused to be cowed by him, he respected her for that. But she had to learn her place. He was her King and she was to obey him for that reason alone. She would sleep with him, he would not force her body to merge with his own but he would make her sleep by his side.
As he awaited sleep he planned his ways of handling her. There would be rules, ones she would find herself unable to disobey; there would be limitations to her excursions outside the castle. But he would not handle her as he had last time, Sarah was an intelligent girl. She had found a way out of her predicament in a manner he hadn't anticipated. He suspected that even under her newly founded magical based restrictions she would find ways to make him work to keep her under control. He expected nothing less from her.
Yes, yes I know long time no write but college is BUSY (plus finals are now and so is my b-day I'm GETTING OLD!!!) Either way here you go.
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