Thanx EVERYONE for all the great reviews! You're fueling my creative fire. :o) I promised to make good on my M rating this chap, that's why it's so long, longest yet for that matter. this ought to satisfy all those dirty minds for now, and if not I plan on incorporating more later ;-). Enjoy!
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DISCLAIMER: Same ol' same ol'. Don't own 'em , not for profit and so on.
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"Sarah? Sarah are you ok?" The voice was familiar, but not the one she was expecting. She slowly opened her eyes, and to her amazement it wasn't Jareth at her side but Hoggle!
"Hoggle?" she asked, trying to sit up, "Where's Jareth?" Oh how her head hurt.
"Well that's a fine way to greet a friend you forgot, hmpf." he said, obviously hurt.
"Oh Hoggle, I'm sooo sorry!" she was ashamed of herself. She threw her arms around her friend, "I did forget you, didn't I? It's very good to see you old friend. I just wasn't expecting you, that's all, forgive me?"
"Oh all right," Hoggle said impatiently, "just let go of me." Sarah respected his wishes and stood up looking around. They were inside the Labyrinth, somewhere near the castle.
"That bastard," Sarah yelled as she realized that Jareth was nowhere to be seen, "He just dropped me here to fend for myself didn't he? OOOHH, I should have KNOWN!"
"Calm down," Hoggle said sternly, "his Majesty has some important business to attend to immediately upon returning. He told me to stay with you and show you around and he would join you as soon as he could, so just simmer down."
"Oh, I see," Sarah couldn't believe she'd jumped to conclusions like that, she felt so silly, "well then I will enjoy my time catching up with you. Where are Ludo and Sir Didymus?"
"Oh they're around somewhere," Hoggle replied. They started walking and he told her about the frenzy the kingdom had been in before her arrival. He explained about the king's state of mind since she defeated him, how depressed and lonely he had been. "At first he was mad, then he got sad, then he stopped caring altogether, seemed like," Hoggle sighed, "I knows I didn't hear new orders for months at a time, not even any threats about the Bog. So I just went about my usual 'till I hears something. Then one night turns out Sarah's comming back and the whole place turns upside down. Hmpf, now he cares." Sarah looked around and smiled.
"Well I think you all did a wonderful job in so little time. Why, the place is practically spotless!" Hoggle blushed a little.
They continued on, making quiet conversation as they walked. She marveled at the wonders around her, having forgotten most of it,but the whole time Sarah just kept thinking about what Hoggle had told her. Had she really affected Jareth that much? Her, Sarah Williams, had driven the great Goblin King into depression? It seemed a bit far fetched to her, but Hoggle wouldn't lie to her. If that was the case then she wondered what his REAL reasons for bringing her back were.
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Jareth sat in his darkened bed chamber watching the whole scene through a crystal. He'd had important business, that part was true. That was done with, so why couldn't he go back to her? 'You're certainly not being a very gracious host,' he thought. The truth was he was afraid of her now that she was here. No mortal (hell, no anybody) had ever held such sway over his emotions.
'You're turning puss,' there was his cynical side again, 'Jareth the Great Goblin King is afraid of what a mere mortal woman could reduce him to. You should take her, viciously defile her, make her yours! Lock her away in an oubliet forever, at least she would stay.'
'No,' he shook his head trying to regain control of his thoughts, 'If she's going to come to me, it must be of her own free will, not mine. If she stays she must decide so herself. I will not hold her prisoner like a beaten bird in a cage. She must love me for herself or not at all.'
'She'll never love you, stupid. She'll use you to better her own life and she'll leave again. You'll be left alone with yourself and your horrid little subjects and your horrid little kingdom forever.' This thought brought tears to his eyes.
Was he so unworthy? True, he had done unspeakable things in his long, long life. His duty of taking unwanted children was a deplorable one. If she did stay, she would have to understand that there was nothing he could do about this part of his life. He was the Goblin King afterall. But she was his light in a dark place, even from afar. If she could love him his life would hold infinately more joy than it did now.
'You're getting ahead of yourself, Jareth. You don't even know if she cares whether or not you live or die. You did steal her baby brother away. Or had you forgotten that little detail of your twisted relationship, if you could call it that.' He watched her through the crystal, hesitating to reach into her mind for fear of what he'd find there. He shattered the crystal against the wall and sat in silence, battling his own demons.
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After what seemed like hours of walking they finally ended up back at the castle. In all her wonder she had forgotten that she hadn't eaten breakfast and now her stomach was letting her know.
"Hoggle, is there some way to get something to eat?" she asked timidly.
"Oh, of course," he said, "How silly of me. After you left his Majesty gave me, Ludo and Sir Didimus free reign over the castle, a way to stay close to you I suppose. I prefer to stay in my hutch, but occasionally when I feel high and mighty I come and order the cook to make me food."
After a quick lunch Sarah decided to search for Jareth, so she bid Hoggle farewell and set out to find her host. She checked room after room, each one more grand than the next. The next door she opened nearly took her breath away; she had to go in. The room was so ornately decorated, stunning tapestries, beautiful sashes and the most beautiful bed she had EVER seen. Big and luxurious. She blushed firey red as images of passionate nights with Jareth on that very bed flashed through her mind. "Stop that Sarah, you're going to get yourself into trouble," she scolded herself.
"I think you're already in trouble," a sultry voice whispered into her ear. She turned and nearly jumped out of her skin as Jareth was standing painfully close behind her. She hadn't even heard him approach. He hadn't intended her to.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you w-were here," she stammered. His eyes burned into her, but his expression softened a little at her nervousness.
"Would you like a bath?" he asked, moving away for his own sake as well as hers; the scent of her was enough to drive him mad. He looked her up and down, "You may borrow one of my robes, if you wish, until proper clothes can be found," For the first time Sarah realized that she was still in the pajammas she was wearing for bed when she called to him. She would be grateful to get a bath, even if she did have to resort to wearing his clothes for a while afterword.
"Yes, actually, I would," she said, looking away from him, "If it's not too much trouble."
"Nonsense," Jareth rang a bell and within seconds a little servant goblin pattered into the room. "Draw a bath for my guest, use my oils. And have a fresh robe brought up for when she gets out." The little goblin nodded obediently and scurried into the royal bathroom."I shall leave you to it then." He turned on his heels and left the room. He thought he'd heard her start to say something, but he didn't stop to listen. One more moment in the room with her would have gotten HIM into trouble.
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It felt like hours of heaven. As sarah relaxed in the warm water it was all she could do not to think about him. She caught herself wondering about that beautiful mouth, and those hands. The scent of the oils reminded her of him. 'That's enough of that,' she thought to herself, 'time to get out.' There was a tightly coiled need growing inside her, and she feared it was going to get the best of her before too long. She found the robe that was left for her and she left the bathroom feeling almost like a new woman.
"Do you feel better?" His voice came from the doorway and she turned to find him leaning against it with that ever superior smirk on his face. There was something more in his eyes though, as if he knew her thoughts from moments ago (and it was quite possible that he did). He started toward her.
"Yes, much... thank you," she said quietly, "Actually I was going to come looking for you in a moment." 'Oh god if he gets much closer...' she thought desperately.
"And imagine that, you've found me," he replied. His voice made her very core quiver. It was low and smooth and reminded her of warm congiac. The fierceness in his movements had her backing up and up until the edge of the bed buckled her knees and she was forced to sit. He stopped less than inches from her. 'He still smells like rain,' she thought absently.
She stared up at him, eyes wide, heart pounding with anticipation. Part of her wanted to run for fear she had angered him in some way, fear that he had some wicked fate worse than death planned for her. The rest of her knew otherwise. It was not anger in his eyes but profound, long restrained desire.
"What are you-" she started to protest but he silenced her with one finger to her lips and he set her on fire with that simple touch. He opened her legs a little with his own and stepped one leg slightly in between them, keeping her eyes locked on his the whole time. It was a simple enough gesture, but she still held her breath from it.
"I know you want me, Sarah," he said in a soft yet matter-of-fact tone, "you've always wanted me, you were just too young at first to understand," she nodded slightly knowing the truth in his words, "I've watched you in your bed at night," he bent down so close to her ear that she got shivers from his breath on her skin, "I've watched you, and heard my name spill from your lips as you touch yourself," she began to tremble as his lips ghosted aganist her skin. He moved to her other ear, "You could feel me there with you, couldn't you?" she let out a small moan, "I know you could because I wanted you to feel me. You wanted me there so badly, didn't you?."
Sarah closed her eyes as he trailed his finger from her lips, up her jaw then took her face in his hand. The look on her face at that moment, completely vulnerable, entirely helpless to his touch, was almost enough to bring him to tears. It touched him more than any other lover he'd ever had. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids, then roughly took her mouth. Her lips were warm and inviting as their kiss softened, slowed. He couldn't let his passion overtake him or it would be over before it began. Their kiss turned into a dance as she opened her velvet mouth slightly letting their tongues touch. She pulled away at the electricity she felt at this, it hit her like a punch in her face.
"Sarah," he purred her name relishing the taste of her mouth. He could feel doubts radiating from her and one look into her eyes confirmed his feeling. As hard as it was he backed off and took her face in his hands once again.
"Jareth...I..." she looked away.
"I see," he said with dismay, dropping his hands and turning away, "I'll go then," He started to leave.
"Jareth, wait," she called to him but he kept walking until he disappeared around the corner. She could hear the clicking of his boots on the tile floor moving farther and farther away. Little did they know but the tears began rolling down their cheeks at the exact same moment.
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Hours later, Sarah wasn't sad anymore, she was pissed. Who did he think he was anyway? Showing up out of nowhere ten years later, sweeping her away to "change her outlook on life"? If he'd been watching so much why didn't he come sooner? Why now? Of course she wanted him but really, how could he expect her to just give in to him like that. The NERVE! She paced the floor heatedly letting her anger build. 'That's it, I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my mind,' she thought. She searched room after room until she found him in a darkened chamber smaller than his own. All she could see was his feet sticking out of the shadows surrounding the bed, but she would recognize those boots anywhere.
"I want to talk to you," she walked defiantly toward him, knowing full well she should have waited to be invited into the room, "No I want to yell at you. How dare you. You didn't really bring me here for my own good, did you?" She stood at the end of the bed, hands boldly fisted and cemented to her hips, "You brought me here to serve your own needs and then you were going to do away with me, weren't you?"
"Yes, I suppose my intentions weren't so noble as I alleged after all," he said it so quietly she could barely hear over her own raging heart beat. There was a long silence in which Sarah waited for something else to come from him; sarcasm, an explaination, a retort, some rude belittling comment; there was none.
"Well? Aren't you going to fight with me?" she was impatient, like a child throwing a tantrum over nothing.
"Why? Hmm?"he sat forward so she could see his face in the dim light from the hall. There were stains of dried tears on his cheeks, but the intensity in his eyes chilled her to the bone. She didn't back down. She crawled onto the bed and straddled him (suddenly realizing that she was still only wearing the robe). Jareth arched an eyebrow at her audacity and she could have sworn she almost saw a smirk dancing on one corner of his mouth; he wanted to laugh at her! She was enraged at him and he wanted to laugh at her! She would show him. She captured his mouth with hers in a heated kiss. Frenzied she threw her arms around him and crushed him to her. He was slightly shocked but more amused at her actions. 'There's the feisty girl I knew' he thought to himself, delighted that she had finally returned. He matched the passion of her kiss ten fold. As it reached fever pitch she ripped her mouth away. She stared into his eyes searching for some sign of alarm at her actions, she wanted a reaction. Finding none, she decided to take it up a notch. She took his hand and starting at her knee, slowly traced his fingertips up her thigh and under the fabric of her robe where she let them brush her most sensitive self.
The move backfired in her face and the feel of his fingertips there only served to amplify her own desires. She hoped he wouldn't catch it, but he did. He caught the shadow of it in her eyes. He bit back a grin when she didn't move his hand away, then his fingers started moving from his will instead of hers and she was completely outdone. She was ashamed of herself, but at this moment she couldn't have cared less. Her mouth went slightly slack and a tiny moan escaped as he moved his fingers. She leaned down to kiss him and he turned the tables throwing her off kilter and under him. Her gasp was stolen by his mouth as it assaulted her own. He moved back suddenly and looked at her for a moment.
"I'll take my room back now, thank you," he said with a sly smirk as he rose from the bed and walked toward the door, leaving Sarah flabbergasted. 'THAT SONOFABITCH!'
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