Jareth ignored the pleas of the girl before him. A quick glance around the room showed him that material things were what made this one tick. She even stated that she only wanted the child so that she wouldn't get into trouble. He was highly amused as her eyes focused on his realm, and the land she would have to cross to get to his castle.
"That's impossible!"
"Only if you say it is. You have thirteen hours girl. Else your sister becomes another of my many subjects." Vanishing from her sight he watched as she moaned and made a complaint about her shoes getting dirty. He was disgusted. Appearing in his throne room he was thrown off by the silence. The child had been screaming, should have been screaming. Where was the babe? Scanning the room he soon found the form of Sarah, sitting against the wall and rocking the child as she cooed a lullaby. She would make a loving mother someday. 'And to my heirs.' He added seeing the gentleness she never expressed towards him, or knowingly around him. "Did I bid you permission in here?" He demanded, startling the teenager but still quiet enough to not wake the baby.
"You told me to stay out of the Labyrinth, nothing of keeping the baby quiet." Her voice was low and soft as she took care not to awaken the child. Waving his hand a cradle appeared at her side, she looked to it with distrust, wanting the baby as a shield for her he assumed. Slowly she laid the babe in the sheets and took care to keep the girl comfortable. Moving to her side he began to pull her gently out to the hall. Willing the doors to shut without a sound he soon had her pressed between him and the stonewall.
"You will be a mother some day." He promised, watching the confusion rein in her eyes.
"I never really thought about it, other girls played house, I played Joan of Arc. In short I doubt it." She replied. He smiled gently to her and lowered his mouth to her throat.
"You will. I pledge you that much Sarah." Her face paled and she began to tremble, no longer hiding her emotions under her mask. She tried to push him back but it held the same affect as if a toddler was trying to knock her down. None.
"No way." She knew where this was going, had tried to change the topics path and he hadn't let her do it. In short he had said that he would make sure she became a mother. And oh so incidentally he would be the father, not good in her mind. "And most assuredly not with you." She was amazed when he let her escape his embrace. Backing up in trepidation she suddenly felt like a doe in the headlights, the look in his eyes was not anger, and somehow she wished it was. It was determination, promise, lust, and a number of other emotions she didn't know. All in all it was something she never wanted directed at her again. He was still looking.
"Sarah." His voice was even, the tone she had learned to mean that she was seriously going to hate whatever ultimatum he was going to make. "You belong to me; I have been considerably lenient with you. You ran and upon returning to my possession I did not beat you. You defy and insult me, and I do very little in the way of punishment." She ran her tongue over her lips and her mouth went suddenly dry. Backing away quickly she hit a wall that had just now formed behind her. This was bad. "By law I can do with you as I wish, whatever that may be." Her heart was racing against her ribs, he was nearing her and she had no greater wish than to become part of the wall. "But." His breath rested over her lips, and she very much doubted some idiot was going to wish a child away and save her this time. "I will only take you fully, in my bed, willing." His body was pressed to her trembling one. "That is not however to say, that I can't and won't seduce you." Breathing heavily she knew that moving her face would only end up in his stealing another kiss.
"You could try." He smiled and gave a cruel yet amused chuckle.
"So much to learn dear Sarah. You know nothing of the ways of a man and woman."
"I know what sex is about." She snapped.
"You only know how a human can rut. Nothing of passion and trembling bodies, entangled limbs." His words brushed over her mouth and she knew he was about to kiss her.
"Dancing lessons, end of practice, we all fall. One tripped we all went down. Tangled limbs, trembling bodies, and sweat. A passion for dance."
He laughed softly, placing his mouth to hers for an instant. He didn't step back. "Fine Sarah, we shall play a new game. Each night you wear your undergarments, and bedclothes. If for whatever reason you fall asleep in my bed without one of those on. You may not wear them in my bed again."
'Oh shit.' She shivered at the thought, he had told her he slept nude. How she had missed that little fact was beyond her. "Can I alternate?"
"How do you mean?"
"Change between shorts and pants. It's getting cold at night if you haven't noticed. But I was here during that nasty wave of heat." He seemed to ponder her words.
"Would you do that delightful act to your legs?" Her eyebrows shot up, she should have been used to his erratic questioning by now. She wasn't.
"What? You mean shave?" He nodded. "Usually. Why?"
"Then I suppose, if you shave. I've grown fond of that mortal habit of yours." He stepped back and she felt brave enough to snort at his words.
"Don't get too attached, I'm on my last razor. After that I'm done." He looked to her mysteriously.
"We'll see."
'I don't like the way that sounds. Nope. I'm in trouble mm-hmm.' She thought as she tried to cross her arms with his body so close to hers. "Don't you have somebody to bother in the Labyrinth?" She would say nearly anything to get him away from her. Within the blink of an eye he held a crystal under her nose. She was looking into before she realized she was. It showed a girl moving down the parallel walls. Squinting Sarah tried to get a closer look at the teen but instead noted that she was talking to the worm. And blowing him off. "I take it she has no chance at all." She muttered dryly.
"Correct, you passed many entrances but willing to listen to advice all the same. I need not look after her; she will bring her own loss. In short, no."
'Drat.' She thought, going stiff as his mouth came closer to her face. "Will you stop?" She snapped viciously, falling past her fear and into anger. He paused.
"Sarah, while I enjoy your quaint sense of what is proper; I am not obliged to obey you." She turned her head and noticing the slight space between them she ducked quickly and escaped the cage of his arms. Skipping back nimbly she couldn't help but laugh and giggle at her small triumph. It wasn't often she could escape his tentacle like embraces.
Glancing behind her she felt her joy leave, once again there was a wall in her way. Keeping one eye on the King she tested it to see if it were really solid. Sure enough it was. Glancing back to the man she tried her best to not look as trapped as she felt. She hated to admit it but this really wasn't fair. "Please." Her tone was soft and she hated the pleading note in her voice. This day was just too much, her morning had been terrifying and this conversation wasn't calming her nerves any. "Please just let me go." She closed her eyes when he began to approach her.
She looked so forlorn as he placed his palms on either side of her face. But he would die before releasing his claim over her. But she was close to retreating mentally at this moment, and while this would be an opportune moment to break her, he didn't want to. He liked her fire, it was what made her stand out in the sea of women, but if he broke her she would be ruined.
Resting his forehead to hers he felt her barely visible trembling, rest Sarah, you may do as you will today, just stay out of the Labyrinth. It does not take kindly to intruders during the time of a runner." Moving away from her he saw her eyes melt with relief before she ran down the newly formed hall.
For however strong Sarah's will was, she was still fallible and oddly enough. Fragile. She had her fears and bore her scars; she hid her weaknesses but acknowledged them instead of hid from them. She feared what he did to her, could do to her, and what he could make her feel. His spell allowed him control over her body, but only what she controlled; her reflexes were still her own along with her heart mind and soul. He was willing to forgo his spell, if he were to ever exchange it for her affections. He didn't doubt that any man that basked in Sarah's love, would never wander from his sheets.
Took me forever yes I know, not so great yes I know. Boy you should see what I have planned (I AM EVIL) Oh ya. This thing is getting long so I'll probably wrap it up and make it a 2 parter or something. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. Thankyou
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