Chapter 19, Between Dreams
"Sarah..."
Sarah's head twitched.
"Sarah..."
She drew her eyes together, she heard something - a voice?
"Wake up Sarah."
Her mind became more aware. She strained to open her eyes.
"Will a kiss stir you from your slumber?" The voice purred.
The corner of her mouth curled in a smirk, as light lips met hers. Her eyes fluttered open, and were met by those of blue. Jareth smiled at her wide-eyed expression.
"There's my sleeping beauty." He smiled.
What? What are you doing here? She wondered, still not awake enough to consciously speak. He quietly snickered, as if reading her thoughts.
"Come away with me." He whispered.
She raised her hand, and was met by his. It was strange, as if lightening was tingling along their fingertips as they touched. He laced his fingers with hers, and pulled her from the bed. She glided effortlessly to the floor. It felt like she was floating.
"Where are we going?" She finally said, following his lead towards the window. He stopped, and turned to her.
"We're already gone." He said. She gave him a bewildered expression, not yet noticing they were no longer in her room.
She was about to say Huh? When he smiled, that boyish grin that made everything else just melt away. He pulled her into him, draping her arm over his shoulder as he wrapped his around her. She was lost, trapped in his mismatched eyes.
"You look so beautiful." He said. It was quiet, the pale moonlight shone around them making her pale skin shimmer and his blonde hair glow. "I've missed you Sarah." He said, cupping the side of her face, and capturing her lips with his.
She tightened her grip around him, just as he pulled away.
"I don't understand." She said, trying to make sense of what was happening. His thumb gently stroked her cheek.
"It doesn't matter." He said. She waited for him to elaborate further, but he didn't. Instead, he just stared, stared into those beautiful green eyes.
She broke his stare, and looked around, trying to process their new location. Strangely, she couldn't.
"Where are we?" She asked, still peering through the shadows.
"We are together." He said, running his hand up her back.
"For how long?" She asked, subconsciously clinging to him. He brought his hand to caress the back of her head.
"As long as you need. And as long as I want." He said, peering down at her.
"And what do you want?" She asked. He squeezed a little tighter.
"You." Was all he said, and then it was quiet.
After a moment, he silently scooped her up and carried her away. She didn't protest, or question. She was simply content to be in his arms. Her eyes were closed, but she could sense they had stopped moving. Jareth had sat down, and was now cradling her in his arms. She could tell by the way he shifted that they were on something soft and cushiony - a bed?
He slowly lowered her onto the plush warm sheets, leaning over her as he did so. Neither said a word, as he lowered his head and placed a tender kiss upon her lips. She opened up to him, gliding her tongue around his. His body lowered further, entrapping hers in a warm embrace.
She ran a hand along the collar of his jacket, letting her finger tips trail their way up his neck to grasp the side of his face.
He moved the rest of his body onto hers, pressing themselves together. Their kiss was slowly growing in passion, as she brought her other hand to his cheek. Jareth's arm reached around her shoulder, pressing against the small of her back, pushing her up to him. She moved her arms around his neck and he rolled her with him, reversing positions.
Her clothing seemed to melt away as his hands traced along the curve of her body. Her hands were firmly entwined in his mass of hair, and her mind was far too busy focusing on his mouth to notice.
They rolled again, and as she ran her hands down his chest, so too did his clothing seemingly melt away. Through all their passion, it was still ungodly quiet. There was nothing but the echo of their heartbeats.
He pulled his mouth away from hers, and planted subtle kisses along her neck, resting at her collar bone. Her back arched into him as he moved against her. He was so warm, so firm. A low fire was burning through them both.
As he moved, he managed to position himself at the correct spot to enter her. Slowly, he moved closer and closer with each slow thrust, sinking a little deeper each time. She tried to moan from the anticipation, but no sound came.
Jareth was lightly sucking at the nook of her neck, savoring every sensation that she created. The deeper and deeper he went, the harder it was to control himself, and with one thrust he entered her fully. Her arms clung around his back and she let herself go.
He continued moving at a steady pace. She release every inhibition, giving herself to the sheer pleasure that was him. She felt hard breaths against her skin, and knew they both must be moaning furiously, yet she heard nothing, nothing but the steady pound of her heart. It was like being underwater. It was dark, leaving them with nothing but the feeling of each other.
His movements became more harsh, hooking his hips into her. She felt a pressure rising, the feeling of his lips against her skin doing her in. She ran her hands all over his body as she surrendered. Her back arched, and he caught her breast with his mouth. One hand held her firmly to him, while the other held him steady.
His hot and sharp breath against her made her skin tingle as gave himself to her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, clutching him to her as he released everything inside her.
She felt herself collapse onto the bed, and felt the heat radiating off of the man looming above her. He laid on top of her, taking her lips with his in a long and passionate kiss. He ran a finger through her hair. His eyes scanned over her, taking in every detail.
The noise had returned, and the sound of relaxed panting filled the air.
It seemed as if hours had past before either spoke. Jareth had rolled to the side, and held her firmly to him. Her eyes were closed, taking in his scent and the feel of his skin against hers. She felt like a statue, until Jareth spoke up.
"Sarah, what do you want?" He asked, out of the blue.
"You." She answered.
"What do you wish for?" He asked.
"You." She answered.
"What do you dream of?" He asked.
"You." She answered.
"Do you love me, Sarah?" He asked. There was a pause.
"Yes." She finally answered. There was another pause.
"Would you say it if you weren't dreaming?" He asked.
Sarah's eyes snapped open, and her head darted up to look at him. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw nothing. She was on her couch, engulfed by blankets and pillows. She was alone, with nothing but the static of the TV.