Chapter 11, Appetence
"Sarah, is everything alright?" Jareth asked from across the table. He'd asked Sarah to join him for breakfast, and was quite enjoying it at first; but the way she kept looking at him made him uneasy, he wondered if he had somehow sprouted another head in his sleep.
It took a minute for her to answer, everything seemed so surreal. She wasn't ready for casual conversation, and the way he'd popped up in her room first thing that morning did nothing to help the situation. She was in a twilight zone, every word he said, every little gesture he made, would bring back a flash from her -most interesting night. The way she saw him or rather -envisioned him- , it embarrassed her to no end, and yet he had no idea. Well, she hoped he had no idea, and that's what worried her. Deep down, beneath all her fluster, was the nagging thought that he knew exactly what she had gone through last night, and that his sudden and all-too-friendly appearance was just some tactic to make her squirm.
"Yea, I'm fine." She said, resting her forehead in the palm of her head. Jareth tilted his head slightly.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked, completely sincere. Her eyes shot up at him, his expression revealed nothing.
"Why do you ask?" She was ready to pounce on the tiniest hint of falsehood.
"Well, to be perfectly honest my dear, you're looking quite the ramshackle." He said, with a small grin. It lay flat on his face, with no deeper motives.
She let out a sigh, maybe he really didn't have anything to do with her dream- and that was even worse. She'd had a hot and nasty dream all on her own. Ugh, I never thought I'd rather he WAS the one fabricating my dreams... Bad Sarah, verrrry bad! She scolded herself, completely forgetting Jareth was still observing her with the upmost concern.
Jareth's perspective was far simpler than Sarah's, the only thoughts clouding his brain were that of confusion. He had no idea what was going on with her. He'd hoped the night before was just some kind of misunderstanding, but the way the morning was progressing made him think something more serious was happening. On the most basic note, he'd been quite enjoying his recent time with Sarah. He just wanted her to smile again.
"If you would prefer solitude..." He started to say, before she whipped her head up from its position. Their eyes met, hers with a subtle fire, and his with bizarre caution.
"No, I'm sorry. Please stay, it was so nice of you to have breakfast with me. I just didn't get very much sleep last night." She said, forcing her eyelids to appear heavy. The truth was, she slept great, terrific in fact. And that was precisely the problem, she'd enjoyed her fantasizing a little too much. She hadn't thought of facing the reality the next morning.
He gave a look that said she was full of utter bullshit, and turned back to his plate.
"I don't believe you, Sarah mine." He purred, in a casual manner.
The hair on Sarah's neck stood on end. The way such simple phrases rolled off his tongue made her quiver. She recovered by giving him a most mischievous glare.
"And you have an alternate theory?" She asked. He gave a nonchalant wave of his hand.
"I haven't the slightest inclination of any kind." He said, and she relaxed a bit in her seat. "But..." He started. She looked up again. "You do seem rather jumpy this morning, I find myself curious. Tell me precious, what things go bump in the night involving you and that bed?" Her faced flushed bright red immediately. Her chest puffed up as she tried to think of some quick response.
"I have no idea what it is you're implying Goblin King, but I suggest you watch your mouth." She said with warning. An invisible sneer spread across his lips. She'd reverted to calling him Goblin King, he'd definitely poked a nerve. Well, well, what could you possibly have been doing I wonder? The thought sparked something within him, and he radiated predatory aura.
He said nothing, but gave a humble and submissive gesture. She gave a satisfied huff. Just when she was about to pick up the conversation, he cut her off. His head twitched slightly, and he conjured a crystal, signaling her to be silent. He peered into it, and didn't all that thrilled.
"I'm sorry, but I have matters to attend. I will see you tonight." He said, rising from his seat. She stood with him, not sure if she should be relieved or upset he was leaving. Instead of turning for the door, he took her hand. Locking eyes with her as he gave it a sensual kiss. "Besides, something tells me you could use the alone time." He said with a devilish grin. She was about to retort when he went up in a puff before her eyes.
"Cheeky bastard." She mumbled, glancing at the clock now hanging from the wall.
Time ticked, and ticked...and ticked. She was antsy, why was she so antsy? Ugh, I swear to God I'll kill him if he had anything to do with last night. Urrgggg, but he didn't! Ughh! I want him all on my own, fuck. Smug bastard. She refused to let him off the hook for any of it. She'd find a way to blame him for it, somehow. Ughh, what's taking so long? I wonder what he's doing... She ceased tapping her foot at the clock and turned her attention to other things. I can't keep holding myself up in here, I'm going to go insane. Without a second thought, she made way out the door and into the hall.
Step by step, she creeped along the wall, searching for any amount of adventure to keep her attention. She thought of heading for the throne room, but the idea of running into Jareth ahead of schedule would be too obvious. Obvious? Obvious to what? She shook her head. She thought of the hall of windows, of the dining hall and kitchen. The kitchen, that should be entertaining. She thought, trying to remember the correct path.
It felt as though she were walking around in circles. Every door, every turn, looked the same. She gave a huff, her feet were growing tired. Yet, she pressed on, not wanting to simply return to her dark room. Just when she thought she had started sleep walking, she looked up. For some reason, she felt a light surge of energy, as if she was about to come upon something important.
At the end of the hall, she saw the dark outline of a door. It was large, and had swirling designs of gold lain within the carvings. She saw a hum of light from it's creases as she neared. The light flickered for a moment, there was someone -something- inside.
She now stood in front of the door, bringing her hand to trace the graceful patterns of the wood. She heard a thump, and then another -footsteps. She heard movement, and it was growing louder. The flicker of the light became more dramatic, someone -something- was walking towards the door. She held her breath, it had stopped just on the other side.
She wasn't sure if it was the force of her hand, or by the hand of the mysterious figure, but all too slowly the door creaked open. She stood stock still, awaiting anything. She let out a breath when she found no figure beyond the threshold. She was cautious still, there was definitely someone behind the door just then, and she knew they weren't gone; but she took the opportunity to peer into the room.
Her angle of view revealed a dimly lit room, adorned with lavish rugs and furniture of rich colors and luxurious textures. It reminded her of her room, if someone had put any kind of effort into it. There was a sitting room, and a fire pit in the right wall. It was dark, but she thought she saw the doorway to a balcony further in the room. She knew there was a corner, but couldn't see what was on the other side. She peered in just a bit.
"What are you doing?" Came a dark and amused voice, annunciating every word. Sarah balanced on her toes as she tried not to fall flat on her face.
"Fuck!" She let out a gasp, turning quickly to see the bold figure that was Jareth looming just overhead. She fought to control her breathing. "Why do you keep doing that?" She demanded. He cracked a smile.
"I enjoy your colorful reactions." He said, dipping in closer. One arm rested on the top of the doorframe, the other on his hip. Her nose scrunched with spite.
"Well I don't enjoy having my heart jump out of my throat just because you think it's funny." She said, glaring at him. He gave a low chuckle, but said nothing., moving into the room an causing her to back up in response. He shut the door behind him. She looked around for a second, observing the way he made himself right at home.
"What is this place?" She asked, suspicion growing in the back of her mind. Jareth stood by a small table, pouring wine into two glasses - something that did not go unnoticed. When he was finished, he turned to her and with a grand gesture of his arms, said-
"Welcome, fair lady, to my humble abode." He lowered his head in a bow, Sarah tried not to scoff at him.
"Wait, so this is your...?" She asked, now wanting to be far, far away from the place she had wandered in to.
"My personal chambers? Yes." He said, rising from his position to cross the room. He set the drinks on a small table by the fire. "You can come away from the door. The floor is not made of quicksand." He said. Her back stiffened a bit.
"Um, maybe I should just go back. I didn't mean to intrude on you." She inched towards the door. He looked up and cocked an eyebrow.
"Nonsense, I was about to venture over to you anyway. Please, come in." He gestured for her to take a step in, it was like ushering a stray dog. He cracked a smile when she still hesitated. "Sarah, really, it saves us both time to just dine here. The room is not going to bite you, I swear." He said, circling the table to take a seat.
He seemed so causal, so nonchalant about everything. Maybe she should just relax? There was no reason for her to be getting this worked up, he certainly wasn't. Get ahold of yourself Sarah! She screamed.
Jareth stared at the fire, sipping from his glass. The dancing shadows hid the quiet snicker that crawled across his face. Sarah, Sarah, why so worked up all of the sudden? Could it be because my bed lay just around the corner? His ego was taking hold, he needed to shake it off before he ended up either scaring her off, or getting slapped in the face.
Slowly, she made her way to the seat adjacent him. He gave an implying eye towards the lonely wine glass between them. She gave in, and took a sip, waiting for him to say something.
"So..." He said, cocking his head to the side. "What brings you all the way to my quarters?" He asked. Her eyes widened a bit, almost embarrassed.
"It's not like a came here on purpose, I was just wandering around and saw a huge gold door." She shrugged, trying to play it cool. Jareth gave a light laugh.
"Sarah, have you wondered why it is you seem to find whatever you are looking for?" She gave him a look of confusion. He leaned in a bit. "You wanted fresh air - you found a hall of windows, you wanted an escape from the cleaner, and or, kill me - you found the throne room. Has it been taking less and less effort to find your way back to your room every night?" He had the most amused look on his face, he was waiting for her to catch on, but she didn't. " The walls of my castle lead you to where you most wish to be. So that begs the question, what brings you all. the way. over. here." He said, a darkness glazed his eyes.
Her breath caught in her throat, she didn't know how to respond. Certainly she hadn't been looking for Jareth's bedroom? No, she'd been looking for the kitchen. But...Was that where she most desired to go? Hell no. Shit...shit, shit, shit. What do I do? Fuck, what do I say to him? STOP - stop looking at his chest. Of course he's wearing nothing but those wonderfully tight grey pants and shirt that's wayyyy toooo loose. Ugh why does he have to be dressed like that? She panicked.
"Maybe I was bored." She said, casting her gaze to the side as if it were nothing at all. Jareth leaned back in his seat. I see you, precious...
After a brief moment of silence, he looked over at her. She was still lost in the fire.
"You say you're bored? Shall I entertain you then?" He asked. She grew nervous with his questionable wording.
"What did you have in mind?" She replied. Her body tensed when he moved from his seat, down to the floor. He sat indian style in front of the fire, and patted the rug in a patient manner.
"Come down here, let's play a game." He said. She didn't move, and continued to stiffen. "Don't get too excited precious, it's only cards." He said, revealing a previously non-existent deck of cards from his sleeve. She gave a huff of relief and sank to the floor in front of him.
She watched him lay out individual cards in a strange pattern, curious as to what card games they played in the Underground.
"I never thought I'd be playing cards with the King of the Goblins." She said with some disbelief. Jareth didn't look up.
"I bet there's a lot of things you never thought you'd be doing with me." He retorted. It was a good thing he didn't look up, because she was sure to give him a good smack. Her anger simmered down with her own realization. That's just the thing...I have thought.
The two ate and drink well into the evening. They laughed and laughed, as Jareth tried to teach her the basics of Goblin poker. The whole idea was simply absurd, and had so many contradicting rules, she simply couldn't handle it.
"Wait, wait, wait. So 2, 5, and 9 paired with a pair of Kings beats 3 3's and an Ace, but only if 5's are high and Queens are wild?" Sarah asked, completely frazzled. Jareth shook his head and laughed.
"Not at all. Let me see." He set his hand down and she handed him hers. "No, see you've got 3 5's and 2 Ace's. That would be a full house, if this wasn't the Underground." He said, examining the cards thoroughly.
"Well then what is it?" She asked, sounding overly exasperated.
"A mess." He said, giving her a boyish grin. She shook her head in confusion.
"What?" She asked. He leaned back, picking up his own hand.
"Well, think of it this way - what do you think would happen with a house full of Goblins? It certainly wouldn't have the same outcome as a house full of Kings." He said, laying his hand out in the open. 5 Kings. Sarah shook her head, she'd had enough.
"Well, fuck it!." She said, throwing her cards up in the air. They both laughed. Jareth looked away for just a moment
"Care for dessert?" He asked. "Maybe something to fuel your spirits for the next round?" He had an eager smile.
"I give up." She said, dropping her hands in her lap. "But sure." She added.
With a wave of his hand, a small tray a fruit appeared on the floor. She eyed it, noting how healthy all his choices in dining were.
"For some reason, I never pictured the food being so healthy. Actually, I don't know what I expected. It's just kind of funny, I'm used to hamburgers and soda every day. Who'd've known the all mighty Goblin King was such a health nut." She said. He gave a quiet laugh, his eyes cast to the floor as he started to remove his gloves.
Sarah froze. All the laid-back merriment that she'd been feeling melted away in an instant. He didn't seem to notice. One by one, he tugged at the fingeres of his black leather gloves, pulling them free in one movement. She felt hot, very hot. Her eyes were glued to him, to his hands. If she came anything close to having a fetish, this was it. They were pale, and strong. He had long, slender finders that were absolutely flawless. He could be one hell of a hand model in her opinion. Images from her dream came back, she wondered, longed for the feeling. To know how it felt, the way he felt.
Jareth's gaze was still cast to the side, and his smile lingered. He then turned towards the tray, lifting a small knife in one hand and a fruit in the other. Sarah nearly choked on her own gasp at what she saw next. He was holding a peach. A peach! A fucking peach, really? Oh My God, I can't do this. She felt the need to flee.
Jareth looked up then, but interpreted her expression as something else entirely.
"Don't worry, It's just a peach. No magical dream land." He said, reassuringly. She gulped, that wasn't exactly what was on her mind, but it helped. He'd already cut the first piece, and saw she was still hesitant, so he decided to take the first bite. He gripped the juicy bit between his finger tips and plopped it in his mouth, licking the sticky juices from his fingers. "See, just a peach." He said, cutting another slice.
He held it out in front of him, as if baiting a timid animal. A little reluctantly, she leaned in, and plucked it from his fingers, and taking a bite. When she was satisfied he was telling the truth she looked up at him.
"So, why peaches?" She asked, sucking at her thumb and index finger. He was cutting another slice, a bead of juice ran along his hand, and he quickly sucked it away. Her eyes were glued to his lips.
"They're my favorite." He said, offering her another slice.
She reached out to take it, but he pulled it just out of her reach. She gave him a look, and reached again. He gave her an eye, and leaned in past her hand. She raised an eyebrow and leaned in to take it from his hand with her teeth. She covered her mouth with her hand while he licked his finger tips.
"I have to admit, they are pretty good." She said, between chews. He gave her a grin and cut another piece, feeding it to himself this time.
She eyed him carefully, as he reached for another peach and started to cut into it.
"Care for another?" He asked, offering her another slice.
All on her own, she leaned in an plucked it from his fingers with her teeth. Slick juice ran down the corner of her mouth, and was caught by Jareth's thumb. She paused, as his thumb ran along her lower lip, before returning to his own lips. He savored the sugary nectar, eyes locked with hers. She leaned back, a bashful blush bloomed across her cheeks. He cut a lager piece for himself, leaving one more slice.
"Last bite?" He asked, reaching out his hand yet again, but not so far this time. She had to shuffle a little to reach him.
Once again, she leaned in and plucked the ripe fruit from his finger tips. She felt his thumb brush along her lip once again, but then something happened. His grip tightened, just a little. And, no sooner had she gulped down the last bit of peach, did she feel the warm pressure of Jareth's lips against hers.
They both paused, locked in a gentle and chaste kiss. Jareth's hand then moved to cup the side of her face. The warmth, the smoothness of his palm against her cheek, was like a chemical reaction, sparking a miniature explosion inside her libido.
As soon as she felt his touch, she opened to him, and deepened his kiss. Her tongue curled inside his mouth, searching for trace hints of sweet nectar, while he sucked at her bottom lip for the same reason. He brought his other hand to her face, pulling her into him. One hand moved, gripping her hair.
She brought her hands to his chest, feeling the quickening of his heartbeat. He leaned into her, wrapping an arm around her back to steady her, their kiss growing in passion all the while. He broke away from the kiss, leaving her panting while he made his way down to her collar bone. Her hands curled around his shoulders, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to be torn from the moment.
Both his hands were now around her waist, making their way up to her face once more. His firm hands made sure to caress along every contour of her body along the way. He brought his lips to hers once more, picking up the fire they had started. She moved her hands to his chest, reaching under the folds to feel the bare skin beneath.
With her still on an angle, he reached behind and started to undo the laces of her dress, observant of her reaction towards him. She couldn't be more willing, even arching her back to be closer. Just then, he pushed her back. She expected to hit the hard stone floor, but was met by plush fabric and padding. They were on his bed.
She sat up slightly and looked around, that must've been what was around the corner. While she was looking around, Jareth had moved behind her, propping her up even further. Her attention came back when she felt his lips on her shoulder.
Everything became very slow then. He planted subtle kissed along her neck, up to her ear. His tongue grazed along the lobe, the sensation of his breath against her skin made her shiver. Both his hands were on either of her shoulders, and as he kissed his way back down her neck, so did his hands pull the fabric of her dress down her arms.
He was wary, watching for signs of rejection, but saw none. Sarah was gone, throwing away every possible inhibition she had. Once the dress reached her bust line, she twitched, almost bringing her arms up to stop him. It wasn't in refusal, she was simply being shy. Realizing this, she quickly relaxed her arms, coming across as nervous or inexperienced was the last thing she wanted.
Jareth noticed her gesture, and stopped. She looked up as he moved in front of her. He planted a tender kiss upon her lips, and then proceeded down to her chest. He was gentle, and took his time, kissing along curvature of her bust line, leaning her back onto the bed.
Once flat on the bed, he reached for the top of her sleeves, and continued to pull the fabric down. She didn't fight it this time, but merely accepted whatever he chose to do next. Very, very slowly, his lips followed her dress, leaving little kisses down her center. He hadn't bothered looking at her yet, he was too busy cherishing the feel of her flesh with each individual kiss. His fingers trailed along her arms, needing to feel anything that was her.
Once the dress fell from her feet, he looked up the length of her. He saw her, completely exposed, for the first time. She was glowing, her porcelain skin shown in the light of the fire. He ran his hand along her calf, kissing along her ankle before making his way back up her body.
He looked at her, really looked at her, taking in every single detail of her form. His hands mimicked his eyes. So long without feeling her skin. There was such longing; he would have been content to just run his finger along her stomach for the rest of the night. Luckily for him, they were already well past that point.
She squirmed slightly, a little uncomfortable at the way his eyes were scanning her. She thought maybe he were looking for defects. He looked up at her, a finger tracing along her waist.
"You are beautiful." He said. His free hand clasped around her hip, and he pushed her further up the bed. "I just want to touch and taste every part of you." She smiled up at him.
He wrapped his arms under her shoulders, dipping his head to take in her scent as he brought his face level with hers. Without a word, he gave her another kiss, holding her tight. She pulled his shirt from the waist of his pants. He sat up, and pulled it over his head, and throwing it to the side. She felt her chest rise. He looked so much better than her dream, and he looked pretty damn good then too. She watched the muscles of his chest as he lowered himself onto her. She brought her hands to him, feeling along each muscle, moving to his arms, and then around to his back.
He moved himself to her chest, kissing a line between her breasts, his finger tips danced along her ribcage. Her nipples hardened with anticipation, and she arched her back, urging him on. He started to kiss along her breast, carefully avoiding the taunt nipple, which was practically begging to be sucked. She let out a gasp, and he felt a surge of his own, causing his hardening member to throb.
Looking up to watch her, he flicked his tongue out over her nipple, relishing the way she jumped with each sensation. Gripping her breast, he started to suck while toying with the other. She wrapped one of her legs around his waist, pulling him down into her. She moved her pelvis against his, rubbing his girth along her nub. She was being so responsive, he couldn't believe it. Could this possibly be the same Sarah who wanted to kill him only a few days ago? He chose not to think of it, not to think of anything but this very moment.
He reached back, grabbing the back of her thigh and running his hand down to caress the firm roundness of her ass. He lifted her slightly, thrusting himself down to her as he did so. She let out another gasp.
Sarah's hands had made their way down his abdomen and were now hard at work trying to untie his strenuous pants. Once the laces were free, she contemplated the struggle of ridding him from such confinement. Luckily, with a snap of his fingers, they were gone, leaving no further barriers between them. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and pressed himself into it, teasing them both. His hands now clasped either side of her arms, and his face was no more than an inch from hers.
"Say you're right words, my dear." He purred. Light tendrils of golden hair gently laid across her, framing both their faces.
She brought her hands up to caress the muscles of his back, making her way over his shoulders and down his arms. Wait, why did this seem so familiar? She gave a flirtatious grin to his devilish sneer.
"And why would you say that of all things?" She asked. He gave a dark grin, lowering his head so they were almost touching.
"I can give you your dreams, Sarah. The only question is, do you want it?" He asked, grazed his tongue along her teeth. He pushed himself into her once again, making her mouth gape wider and her back arch higher. "I think you do, sweet thing." She was coming close to protesting, on the idea that he'd fabricated her dream after all, but then he spoke up again. "I was wondering why you were so skittish this morning. I shall have to make a habit of it, peeking into your dreams that is." Hey said with a charming sneer.
"I wish..." She whispered, turning her head to the side. He latched on to the newly exposed skin, causing her back to arch and her hair to stand on edge. "Mmm" she moaned. He nipped his way up to her chin.
"What do you wish for?" He demanded, flicking his tongue along her earlobe.
She started to move her body against his. The hardness of his girth pressed against her, eliciting slow waves of pleasure from her lower half.
"I wish..." She arched her back even higher, brushing her taught nipples against his bare chest.
She turned her head back to face him, and he captured her lips in a slow but deep kiss.
"Say it." His piercing blue eyes bore into hers. She felt a heat rise in her chest at the intensity of his stare. She twitched slightly, he'd started to press himself into her in a slow rhythmic motion.
Her mouth opened, she tried to speak but was too busy enjoying the way he moved against her. The anxiety was excruciating. He bit down on her lower lip, and curled his tongue around her teeth, never breaking his stare.
"I wish-" A sneer of her own creased her lips. "the Goblin King would exceed any expectation in my dreams." She ran a finger along his shoulder. He cocked a challenging eyebrow.
"I am your slave." He said, capturing her mouth with his.
She didn't know what she'd expected when she'd said that, but he was definitely going to give her her money's worth. He rolled her on top of him, so she straddled his hips, and moved against her, hard. He held her face to his, grabbing at any exposed flesh he could get his hands on. She kept up as best she could, gripping his arms, and biting at his lips. He sat up then, lifting her with him. She didn't notice that in their repositioning, he'd positioned himself right at her opening. He lifted her in the air, as he dipped the head in and out, making sure she was dripping wet.
She couldn't take it, trying to force herself down on him as he lowered her, but with no avail. And then finally, when he thought he'd tormented them both enough, he leaned forward even more, laying her down to the bed. As they fell, he thrust himself inside her.
She didn't know what hit her at first, but a huge pressure hadstarted to build as she hit the bed. She let out a cry once he filled her, and boy did he fill her. She had her legs secured firmly around his waist, so she was elevated at just the perfect angle for him.
Jareth let out his own gasp. She was so warm, so tight, it'd caught him off guard. Just the feeling of him inside her was enough to make her moan. He was so hard, pressing against her wet walls. Then, he started to move. Slow at first, he wanted to savor these first moments. She clung to him, lost in ecstasy. He started to move faster, keeping his thrusts at a rhythmic pace. One arm wrapped behind her back, holding her in place, while the other he used to support himself. His head lowered into the nook of her neck, and he planted light kisses all along the pulsing artery.
He groaned into her shoulder.
"You feel so good..." He said. She let out another moan.
"Jareth, ohmygod." She threw her head back.
He pulled her tighter, locking his mouth with her as he thrusted faster and harder. He whipped them around, so they had more room on the bed, and pushed her to the sheets. She raised her hands above her head, gripping at the blankets. He ran his hands along her arms, down to her hips. He held her in place, while moving her hips to meet his. This sparked a sharper feeling in her abdomen, causing her to jerk. He knew what he'd found, and increased the pace.
She thought he was literally going to fuck her to pieces, and couldn't get enough of it. She felt the pressure building, her face grew hotter and hotter, she never wanted it to stop. Thin beads of sweat dripped from Jareth's brow, but he kept up, feeling her walls tighten as she neared completion.
"Jareth! Uhh, fuck." She moaned, throwing her head back.
He grabbed the base of her neck and turned her head to face him. His lips devoured hers as he felt more and more pressure around him. She was so close, they were both hanging on the edge. He was about to lose control, the pleasure was excruciatingly euphoric. He was forced to tear away.
"Sarah.." He panted, letting lose deep moans of bliss. The sound of his voice, of his pleasure, pleasure because of her, did her over. She let loose a scream, as she gave him everything. Her body tensed and curled against him as wave after wave overtook her.
Jareth's arms buckled. In that instant, her walls had constricted more than he thought possible. He'd never felt a pleasure more intense. He hooked his hips, as her walls started to loosen, and she continued to scream. He felt himself coming close and closer. She dug her nails into his back.
"Jareth! Yes!" She shrieked.
He gave a final few thrusts, giving her all he had. He didn't want to stop, he never wanted to stop, but his body was literally collapsing. He let himself fall on top of her, both panting as they stared in each other's eyes. He wiped the stray hair from her face, and gave her a hard kiss.
They were both too out of breath to say anything. Jareth had rolled off of her, but pulled her in to a warm embrace. She laid her head against his chest, listening to the steadying pace of his heart. He kissed the top of her head, making sure she was as close as she could get.
"You have a nice bed." Sarah said, after a while. He thought she might've fallen asleep. He looked down at her and huffed.
"You have a nice ass." He replied.
The last thing either of them heard was the faint echo of Sarah's giggles, before they both fell into a deep sleep.