Just as a warning, this chapter does have a little bit of masturbation. - Angel
It was Tuesday and Jareth was back in the Underground, sitting at the desk in his study. The room was completely quiet except for the flames crackling in the fireplace and Jareth's pen scratching across parchment as he wrote quickly. When he wasn't portraying David Prescott in the Aboveground, he was back in his castle, overseeing his kingdom or trying to figure out how to find Talbot.
With a furrowed brow as he concentrated, Jareth was too intent on the letter he was writing to notice the little female goblin enter with a tray of food and a bottle of goblin wine. She placed the tray on the desk next to the king and then quietly left the study, closing the door softly behind her.
Since Talbot's escape, Jareth had been writing correspondence to the surrounding kingdoms, urging them to keep an eye out for his brother in case he wandered onto their lands or if any of their subjects should spot him in the Aboveground during their journeys there. Jareth finished writing the last of his letters, folding it and placing the Goblin King seal on it before it disappeared with a flick of his wrist, on its way to its destination. Jareth felt it was best to have as many eyes out for his younger sibling as possible.
Jareth looked tired, with dark circles under his usually bright eyes, and his clothes were dishevelled compared to how he usually wore them. His long legs were clad in tight brown breeches and scuffed knee-high black leather boots, along with an untucked white poet's shirt that was left open, showing off the slender muscles of his chest and stomach. His ever-present pendant was around his neck and it glinted in the firelight. Jareth's wild hair was even more so because he kept running his hands through it in frustration. The only objects missing were his notorious gloves; the Goblin King was rarely caught without them.
Jareth rubbed his tired eyes then reached over to pour himself a glass of wine before lounging back in his high-backed chair, flinging one leg over the arm. He stared into the fire as he sipped his drink. After a few seconds, a crystal ball appeared in his other hand and, like so many times before, Jareth searched for his brother, but with no success.
"He must be using a cloaking spell of some sort so I can't find him," Jareth whispered frustratedly. From his chair, he launched the crystal against the wall across the room, an action he had done quite often over the last few days. He poured some more wine into his empty glass and began drinking it. Although he knew it wasn't the best idea at this time, he still hoped getting drunk would take him away from this madness for a little while. As he downed his third glass, a thought occurred to him; Talbot wanted to kill Jareth so he could take over as Goblin King, right? In order to do that, Talbot would have to eventually rear his ugly head and face Jareth.
"So, let's set out a welcome mat for when he does, hmmm?" he contemplated. "I'll just have to make sure no one else gets hurt until you do come out of hiding."
After drinking a few more glasses of the goblin wine, Jareth felt really tired. He hadn't slept much since Talbot's attack on the Labyrinth and he couldn't remain sharp without getting some rest. With a flick of his wrist, Jareth disappeared in a sparkling cloud of glitter only to reappear in his bedchambers. Feeling kind of woozy, he slipped off his shirt and put on his pajama bottoms before sliding in between the silver and emerald green satin sheets of his large bed. As he laid there in the dim firelight, naughty images of Sarah ran through his head, causing him to smile. He hoped one day Sarah would be sharing his bed, screaming his name as he satisfied her every night. He reached under the covers to pleasure himself as he thought about her; it wasn't the same as actually making love to her, but he felt confident that would happen soon enough.
"Until I see you again, Precious," he sighed before drifting off to sleep.
That Wednesday, Tony's was bustling with business as Sarah came through the front doors. Because it was so close to campus, many students walked over to the pizza joint to enjoy their lunch before heading back for their afternoon classes. The noise level was high as their voices carried across the restaurant.
Sarah stood at the entrance, scanning the crowd to see if David had arrived yet. Her heart fluttered when she spotted him sitting in one corner by the windows. He was casually sipping on a glass of water and reading a book; he would wave every now and then as his students walked by. He was wearing black jeans with black Doc Martens boots and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm and a couple of buttons undone. The sun streaming through the windows glinted on the gold chain around his neck and the diamond stud earring in his left earlobe. Instead of the disarray she had come to know, David's blond hair was neatly combed. His blue eyes looked at her over the top of his tortoiseshell glasses as she approached the table, causing her to suck in her breath. The day seemed to brighten even more as he smiled largely at her.
"Hello, love, glad you could make it," he said smoothly as he stood up to pull out her chair, letting her take a seat before sitting back down on the other side of the table.
Sarah looked around nervously at the other students surrounding them.
"I'm just wondering, aren't you worried that there will be talk about you having lunch with a student?" she bluntly asked.
David merely shrugged his shoulders.
"Most of them won't even care and if there is talk, I'm not worried about it; you're not even my student," his brow creased with worry. "Are you concerned about it? If so, we can meet somewhere that's more on the down-low."
Sarah shook her head and smiled, drinking him in with her eyes.
"No, this is fine. If you're not worried about it, then I'm not either."
"What can I get you to drink?" a voice from her left piped up and Sarah turned her gaze from David to respond to their waitress.
"I'll just have a water," Sarah replied and the woman turned to retrieve her order. Sarah grabbed one of the menus standing against the wall and perused through it. "Which do you prefer? You want to share a pizza or just do the buffet?"
"How about the buffet?" he suggested.
He even sounds sexy when he's talking about food, Sarah chuckled and placed the menu back on the table.
"Did I miss something?" David asked with a sly smile on his face.
Sarah shook her head, "Oh, nothing important."
As they stood up to head to the buffet, Sarah unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off, placing it on the back of her chair.
David's eyes roamed over her body as she did. She was wearing carpenter jeans and brown boots, but he was especially interested in the glimpse of creamy white stomach that showed under the hem of her blue shirt. He desperately wanted to run his tongue over that area and see if she was ticklish. Because her hair was in a bun, David took in her long, slender neck as he walked behind her toward the buffet. By the time they reached the buffet table, he had more of a hankering to nibble on her rather than a slice of pizza.
Keep yourself in check, fella, he thought with a slight smirk.
When they sat back down at their table, Sarah pointed to the book he had been reading earlier.
"What are you reading about?" she inquired, taking a bite out of a slice of pizza.
"It's been awhile since I've done any portraits, so I'm just brushing up on techniques – no pun intended. I just want to do your beauty justice with this painting," David said, looking intently at her over the top of his glasses. Sarah just looked down at her plate and blushed, causing him to smile; he always loved the way he affected her.
He continued on, "Speaking of which, how about coming over to my place around 11 o'clock on Sunday? However, it may take more than one sitting before I get it done just how I like it."
He reached for the satchel sitting on the floor next to him and pulled out a piece of paper and pen. He jotted down his address and slid it across the table toward Sarah who picked it up and placed it in her purse.
For the next half hour, Sarah became enraptured as David spoke about art; she had dabbled in art a little bit herself, but he talked about it as though it were like making love.
Around 1:30, they got ready to leave so he could teach his next class and she could get ready for work. He stood up to put his jacket on before coming around to hold her chair out for her and help her put her jacket on; he really hated to see that glimpse of her stomach disappear as she buttoned up her jacket and picked up her purse.
As they exited the restaurant, a startled gasp escaped Sarah's lips as David grabbed her by the hand and pulled her around to the alley next to the building. He backed her up against the wall as he leaned over her, placing one arm against the building next to her. David looked down at Sarah with hunger in his eyes, causing her breathing to become shallow; her chest rose and fell hard as she tried to regain her breath.
"I want you to know that I really enjoy our time together," he said, his blue eyes still looking intently into her green ones. "I won't be able to see you until Sunday, so I have to do this."
Before she could ask what he was talking about, his lips came down on hers hungrily and Sarah's eyes opened wide with surprise before she gave in to the feeling, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around his neck. She opened herself to him and his tongue took advantage of it. His arms snaked around her back to hold her as he pushed her further into the wall. Their kissing became more passionate as little moans escaped from deep down in her throat, turning him on even further. Finally, his mouth faded away as he pulled away from her, leaving her still craving more.
"I'm sorry, love, if I keep going, I won't be able to stop and I'm definitely not taking you here in the middle of an alley," he said, his voice full of regret. Sarah could only nod in agreement although her body was yearning for more.
David could feel her disappointment and smiled, knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He gripped her hand once more and he led her back out to the sidewalk. He turned to face her and placed one more soft kiss on her lips before placing a kiss on her knuckles.
He straightenend up and looked intently into her eyes again.
"I suppose we better go before we're both late for our prior engagements," he said. "I look forward to seeing you again on Sunday."
Sarah, who was still out of breath from the whirlwind in the alley, said, "I can't wait to see you either; 11 on Sunday it is."
With a parting look, they turned to take their leave in opposite directions from each other, both walking on air.
Morgra was lounging on the sofa in their apartment, thumbing lazily through a copy of Cosmopolitan, while Talbot frantically paced back and forth on the living room floor. The small apartment was a definite improvement over the Outer Realm; however, Talbot thought, it would be nothing compared to a castle once he overthrew his brother as the Goblin King.
When they arrived in the Aboveground just a few days earlier, they had decided that Talbot would portray Aaron Thomas while Morgra would be disguised as his older sister, Abigail, and they were in the country on behalf of their family's business.
Although it was a big improvement, Morgra hated using a glamour. As Abigail, she looked to be about 40, with wavy chestnut-colored hair that hung down to the middle of her back and chocolate-colored eyes like Talbot's. She was slightly shorter than him and slender. She was well-dressed in a black pencil skirt that reached below her knees and a light gray silk blouse. The only accessories she wore were a black belt and a silver watch on her left wrist. If anyone were to describe her, they would say she came across as aloof.
"So, you spotted them eating at a pizza joint? What's the big deal in that?" Morgra spoke in a much younger voice than her usual gravelly tone.
"It wasn't the pizza joint itself; it was what happened afterwards! They were in the alley practically shoving their tongues down each other's throats!" Talbot yelled, running his hands through his mussed up hair. "I can't believe she turns me down and goes after him; Jareth must not be allowed to woo her back into the Underground before I can get to her!"
Morgra watched as Talbot continued pacing back and forth.
"Why not just use a love potion and have it done and over with?" Morgra suggested coolly.
Talbot stopped pacing and looked at her. "No, that won't work. Sarah has to choose me over Jareth of her own volition; it would kill him more that way. I just need to figure out the best way to go about doing that."
Morgra looked at him slyly. "Why not make her doubt her little loverboy? She's only just met him and I'm sure in that thick head of hers, she remembers him from her trip to the Labyrinth."
Much like his older brother, Talbot placed a finger to his lips, contemplating.
"You know, you just might be on to something there," he said, a sly smile crossing his face.