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I am dead inside. Completely dead. Life is utterly absent in my brain. This is how fucking ridiculous my life is, right now... BUT writing this chapter will give me life. That's how good this chapter is gonna be.
Take with that what you will.
At some point, though, you will be introduced to a song that you will need to listen to for the full effect. When you see the *snaps*, listen to the song "Sarah Smiles" by: Panic at the Disco. This is the title of the story, after all...
I own neither "Labyrinth"(Jim Henson Co.) or the song "Sarah Smiles"(Panic! At the Disco).
Have fun.
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Sarah's heart leaps from her chest as she unknowingly, but silently gasps at his touch. Not wanting any distractions, she leisurely and slowly places her shawl and her purse down on a nearby table, and nods to him to accept his invitation. As she does so, he gently closes his long and bare fingers around hers and gathers her to him. They stand face to face as her opposite hand rest on his shoulder as his hand rests at her side. They are both alert with senses that could very well drown one another, but they both start dancing, seemingly, with no change within them whatsoever. He leads her through a slow but steady movement amongst the crowd, that is now a more colorful mix of teenagers and adults. Their eyes never part, nor does their stance. His firm hold on her entices her further as she follows his simple movements.
Sarah is continually perplexed by what is happening as she looks to him in wonder. Shenotices that her senses are clearer time around, and sees that he isn't trying to out-dazzle everyone in the room. It doesn't feel like they're flying, she doesn't see him trying anything ridiculous to keep her attention, they only stay to themselves just outside the crowd, swaying with the slow and steady pace of the music. They don't draw any attention, they just dance with one another, in their own little world...
He is just dancing with her.
He isn't trying to impress her...
...and this impresses her.
"My, you have been acting a bit out of character, lately, haven't you, Mr. Kingsley?" Sarah smiles with a tease in her words.
"Would you care to humor my curiosity to such an auspicious statement, my dear?" he asks, voice low and slow.
"Well," she starts, "you've been kind,"
"Naturally,"
"You've been helpful,"
"Of course,"
She rolls her eyes, "You've been exceedingly generous,"
"Oh, have I?"
"And, most importantly, you have been a mature grown-up, throughout the entirety of this... interesting reunion." her smile beams.
"Are you trying to butter me up, Ms. Williams?"
"I thought you liked it when people boosted your ego to incredible heights,"
He lowers his gaze to her to think for a moment or two at her words, "Those particularly intriguing implications of my character implies that you would know my character, Ms. Williams." he replies. "And though you and I have been through rather much, this week, you have only and slightly glimpsed at who I am as a person."
"You," she asks "a person?" she continues to tease.
"Aye," he hums, "I know it may be hard to conceive, but the baby stealing big baddy that you have come to know does, indeed, have somewhat of a heart," his stern voice makes it apparent that he isn't too fond of her statement, regardless of his hard grin.
"Oh," she tisks at the dramatics, "I didn't hurt the big bad Goblin King's feelings, did I?" she looks up to him with large puppy dog eyes and just a hint of sarcasm.
He lets out a light chuckle, "It takes more than a few forgettable words to pierce my icy heart, love." he winks to her, continuing this facade.
"You sure are touchy tonight," she says looking to him again. "Is there something on your mind?"
"There is," he nods.
"Would you like to share with the class, Mr. Kingsley?" they continue to gently sway side to side with the music.
"And if I were to refuse to share, Ms. Williams?" he quirks a brow at his own question.
"Hmm," she thinks on it, for a moment, "I believe I'd have to send you to the corner for disobeying the teacher, Mr. Kingsley."
"That..." he lingers, "sounds quite promising," he slowly smiles. "But only if the teacher would care to join me," his smile continually grows to that of a wicked wolf.
"Wait-" she backs up an inch or two, stopping something she hadn't realized that she even started, "That's... That's not what I-"
"Can it be that you are still unaware of the power your words hold, my dear?" his question is an honest one as he patiently awaits an answer.
She quickly turns her gaze away, as she seems to have lost a game she hadn't even realised that they had even been playing. She gently huffs in defeat as she slowly lifts her head up once more to face his cheeky childlike grin. "Very funny," she adds.
He lifts his chin with pride. "I like to think that I seem indubitably humerous,"
She scoffs at the thought, "If there is one thing that I've learned, while running that dubious Labyrinth of yours, is that nothing is ever as it seems, with you, your majesty." she lastly says with a pluck in her voice.
She tilts her head at her own response as she sees an impressed King before her.
"Aah, touche, Mademoiselle," he replies with a smile of pride as he turns to glance at the hand that he holds with such grace. The gears in his mind switch as he sees that the cut on her hand from yesterday's adventure appears to remain rather fresh, since it is now wrapped with new and more proper bandages. "I assume that your wound is doing a little better today?"
She gently gasps at the change in subject, not expecting the sudden attention to the source of the question. She smiles at his rather kind remark, "It is much better, thanks to you."
"Glad to hear it," he says as he slowly spins her. "I wouldn't want you to lose your hand." he continues to hold it up as if it were the most fragile and lovely piece in the room. "If you did, I'd never be able to hold it again," his smile is contagious as he slowly brings it up to lay a chaste kiss upon a bare and tender spot just above the bandage.
"I should know better than to boost your ego," she accepts the gesture with a punctual and knowing gaze. He lowers their hands back to their spot and continue to sway. "Heaven knows you could use a lesson in humility,"
"Hmm," he quips a curious brow. "That sounds mysteriously like a threat, doesn't it?"
"So, there is something on your mind," her voice drops an octave at the notion.
"Well, this wouldn't be your first time humiliating me, would it?"
"I thought you said you weren't frightened."
"I'm not," he says suddenly pulling her closer, as he gently tightens his grip upon her wounded hand. A gasp of surprise was quickly caught in her throat. "but that doesn't mean that I'm not prepared."
Sarah doesn't miss a beat, "In more ways than one, I'm sure,"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" his smile grows.
The song slowly comes to an end as does their witty banter. As it fades into the background, their light sways cease as the crowd starts to clap at the band for their lovely music. They slowly part with one another as their dance has officially come to an end, but they still stand in close proximity with one another, as the buzz of the clapping slowly starts to ring in their ears, helping them become aware of what is going on around them.
Turning to the stage, they both start absently clapping along with everyone else, and suddenly, all attention has been turned to the band as the lead singer starts to talk.
Jareth heavily sighs out of nowhere "By the God's above, how did he get here?" Jareth says observing the person on stage.
"Who?" Sarah side winds Jareth as she double- takes to the stage. "What's wrong? Am I... missing something?"
"Thanks you guys. Are you having fun out there?" the singer asks as the crowd raves in shouts and claps.
"Would you like to take a guess on who that is up here?" he asks with an eyeroll as he points to the stage.
"Who, the singer?" Sarah questions. "That's a theatre kid named Brendon. That's his band. What's so bad about him?"
"Are you positive?" Jareth asks knowing otherwise.
"Are you insinuating that he is someone else? Because that kid has been in Toby's class since Kindergarten. They're friends. He's not one of you, I'm sure of it."
"Time will definitely tell," is all he says as they continue to watch the stage.
"Sweet!" the singer on stage chuckles. "Now this next one is an original, something special I wrote for a friend of mine. I hope you like the vibe. If you do, we have plenty more." he finishes as the drummer starts a 1, 2, 3 beat into their original song.
*snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap*
"Go ahead and ask me," Sarah says as the upbeat music starts to blaze the speakers in the room. The ocean of bodies starts to move.
"Ask you what, my dear?" he turns his head to her.
"Ask for another dance," she says with a smile and a sigh of expectancy.
He turns his whole body towards her, "And who said I wanted another dance?" he asks with a brow in the air as he slowly slithers away in the darkness, leaving Sarah to herself.
...
Sarah is left alone with her jaw left hanging open. Looking towards his direction, she sees that he has completely disappeared. Standing in confusion of his sudden aloofness, she just stands as Sheena runs to Sarah almost immediately, seeing that this mysterious man has disappeared.
"Oh. My. God! Tell me EVERYTHING." Sheena says as she pulls Sarah into the ocean of dancers, while the lyrics of the song start.
I was fine, just a guy living on my own,
Waiting for the sky to fall,
Then you called and changed it all,
Doll.
"It's a long story." Sarah says as she starts to feel the beat of the song.
Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in,
We both know you'd already win,
Mmm your original sin.
"It's really funny how you think you are going to get anywhere without telling me every single detail of what I just saw, back there." Sheena says waving her hips.
You fool me once with those eyes now, honey.
You fool me twice with your lies and I say-
Sarah smiles like Sarah doesn't care.
"Wait... Listen..." Sarah says as she pauses both her and Sheena to listen to the song.
She lives in her world, so unaware,
Does she know that my destiny lies with her?
"Whoa... Do you hear that?" Toby asks, dancing on the other side of the room as he stops Francesca in their dance.
Sarah~ (Sarah, Sarah, Sarah)
"Hear what?" she asks looking to her knight in shining armor,
Oh Sarah,
"The song!" Toby shouts as he points to the band. "They're singing Sarah's name!" he starts laughing.
Are you saving me?
"Oh no!" Francesca says as she looks to the lead singer. He looks like Brendon, their friend who started the band, but he isn't... "Oh no! He's gonna ruin everything- That little rat!" Francesca says as she parts from Toby, "I-I'll be right back. Don't move, kay?!"
"O-okay..." Toby says as runs from him and he is left all alone.
"Hey! Sarah, he said your name!" Sheena laughs on the other side of the room, "That's a cute coincidence!" Sarah's blush can't be any more red than it is now. She is frozen as she continues to intently listen to the song.
Waking up to a kiss and you're on your way.
I'd really hope that you would stay,
but you left and went your own way,
Babe.
Toby tries to dance with a friend or two he sees on the dance floor, but can't get the thought of
Francesca out of his mind, hoping that she would return soon.
I don't mind take your time I got things to do.
Besides sit around and wait for you.
Oh, and I hope you do too.
Sarah shakes her head, completely done with her social life as she knows it.
You fool me once with your eyes now, honey.
You fool me twice with your lies and I say-
The singer seems to find Sarah in the crowd as he winks at her. "Oh no-"
Sarah Smiles like Sarah doesn't care,
She lives in her world, so unaware.
Does she know that my destiny lies with her?
Sarah~
"I'll be back," Sarah says backing away from her friend.
"Where are you going?"
Oh Sarah~
"I have to go and find my date..." Sarah growls as she marches away from Sheena in rage.
Are you saving me?
"Have fun!" Sheena waves.
And it's killing me inside!
Toby stands alone.
Consuming all my time, you've left me blind.
She hasn't returned.
And when I think I'm right,
He becomes extremely saddened as he tries to think of something,
You srip away my pride,
Something that will get them to be alone, just her and him. But what can he do?
What can he do?
...
And cast it all aside, and I say-
He's got it...
Sarah Smiles like Sarah doesn't care.
She lives in her world, so unaware,
Does she know that my destiny lies with her?
Sarah~ (Sarah)
Oh Sarah.
He's got the perfect plan.
Are you saving me?
The lead singer then takes a dramatic bow before seemingly and suddenly disappearing in a huge cloud of smoke and the crowd goes completely wild for the little magic trick. After a moment of silence, everyone is left extremely confused as to where the lead had gone to. But the band doesn't miss a beat and they start to play some background music. Sheena is left wondering what happened to Sarah, but decides to dance her way back to the punch bowl to gossip to other faculty members. Toby stands alone with a wicked plan in his brain as he sneaks off and away from the crowd. Sarah is in the foyer of the hotel to try and find Jareth to explain on what had just happened in there.
Everything seems to simultaneously start to fall apart, but the bustling of prom makes life appear to be seamless through it all. Sarah, not knowing that anything is wrong with Toby, continues to look all around the empty hall with little to no activity than that of a few couples looking for a moment alone. She is starting to wonder where that peacock had gone off to. She would walk in different corners and different hidden areas but he isn't anywhere. She is starting to feel a tinge of regret, not being able to find him. Perhaps he left? Maybe he's gone?
Without a goodbye?
That's not like him.
But, then again, he hasn't been acting like the Goblin King that she used to know.
He isn't the same person that she once knew.
He is completely different.
Completely...
Her stomach starts to churn in undesirable ways, wondering why he suddenly left. She starts to actually feel saddened that she isn't able to find him anywhere.
Shoving her thoughts and feelings for his sudden disappearance away, she ignores her initial instincts of inevitable sadness and just shrugs before walking back towards the ballroom. Just as she is about about to step back into the festivities, she suddenly hears something in another room, a room that has been tucked away from the foyer entirely. Seeing the small room hidden from the others, she heads towards the muffling of some familiar voices. Her eyes steadily grow, as the voices became more and more clear. The closer she gets to the room, the more she knows that the voices belong to both Jareth and Francesca talking to someone with calm, yet negative connotations.
Perhaps they're angry?
Angry at who?
She finally gets to the door of the room, and as looks in. She sees that they have the lead singer of the Prom's band barricaded and trapped. The same theatre kid who has been singing in the band all night.
Staying quiet, she continues to watch the events before her.
"What do you have to say to yourself?" Jareth asks the kid that is sitting in the corner. Francesca stands awaiting an answer next to her uncle.
"Aah, I was just having fun with you-"
"This is the last thing I need right now... I don't have time for this!" Francesca starts to freak out.
"Calm down," Jareth says as the boy stands. Sarah can definitely see that it is one of her students from class, a nice kid, quiet but smart. It's definitely the same kid that was singing on stage earlier. "Wait," Jareth halts the conversation with a hand in the air.
"What, now?" Francesca says with extreme impatience.
"It seems that we have a little fly on the wall," he slowly turns to the door that Sarah stands behind. Knowing that she is there, he gently smiles as he calls out to her. "Come, now Ms. Williams, we wouldn't want another accident involving another eavesdropping session, would we?"
Sarah inadvertently gasps at the mention of her name. Growing a blush, she knows she has to face the music of her bad habit as she slowly shows herself from behind the door. Side stepping from the shadows, she sees that her suspicions are extremely true, and Jareth and Francesca are cornering the poor kid. She says nothing, however, too guilty to think of any words.
"Nice of you to join us," Jareth says inviting her in.
"You know... This really isn't any of my business," she points behind her, "so I'm... umm... just gonna-"
"Pish posh, my dear. I would like for you to meet someone," he says waving for her to walk on in.
Looking around she hesitantly walks closer to see her student, having no idea if this kid knows anything about who or what Jareth and Francesca are... Does he know anything? Is there something that Sarah is missing?
"Go on ahead, my dear boy. Take off the mask so you can show the class your delightful parter trick. I'm sure they'd love to see." Jareth turns back to the boy.
"Alright, alright you caught me," the boy instantly transforms right in front of Sarah's eyes to see that he isn't the kid in the band but...
"Al?!"
"Guilty," he shrugs with his hands in the air.
"Alister, why are you here?" Jareth asks with an exhausted tone.
"I was just having a bit of fun,"
"By posing as a child and playing karaoke in the band?" Sarah asks in slight anger.
"Did you like that song, Sarah?" Alister smiles a cheeky smile. "I wrote it for you." he winks,
"And your love lorn opposite, here." he eyes Jareth next to her.
"Very funny, Alister," Sarah says anger slowly growing with her deep blush. "Was that supposed to be your Opus, or something?"
Francesca deeply sighs. "I don't have much time left. Uncle Jareth, I'm gonna go and find Toby." she walks out of the room as she waves goodbye letting her uncle finish.
"Don't have much time for what?" Sarah asks watching Francesca leave the room.
"Go back to your little hobbit of a pub and leave well enough alone, you git." Jareth crosses his arms in aggravation.
"Jareth," Sarah pauses the conversation to focus on the, now, closed door.
He looks to her with a bit of pride beaming in him, "Aah, I knew we'd get to a first name basis, sooner or later, Sarah."
Sarah points to the door in confusion, "What's wrong with Francesca? Is she going somewhere?"
Jareth quickly avoids the topic, "Shouldn't you be more concerned with the fact that the real singer is currently missing?"
Sarah quickly looks to Alister with eyes that could kiss. "Alister! Where is Brendan?"
"Who?"
Sarah scoffs, "The kid whose place you took over- the real singer?"
"Oh, I currently have him locked in my torture chamber under my bar. I wouldn't want some kid giving me away, right?"
"You WHAT?"
"Geez, can no one take a joke? I can never have any fun around here." Alister sulks as he rolls his eyes, "I'm kidding."
"Al!" Sarah shouts.
"Calm your tits Sar bear. He's only locked in a closet in room 203. He's fine."
"Oh God, Alister. What is wrong with you?" Sarah asks an empty question as she leaves to find someone to help her to get into the room leaving Jareth and Alister to themselves.
"So, any luck with her?" Alister asks, brows raised in a seductive form.
"Leave."
"I'm going, I'm going." Alister raises his hands in the air in surrender. "Oh, here." he digs in his jean pocket. "You might want to give this to Sarah." he holds a room key in his hand, "Room 203, you know... to get the boy out," he can't help but smile. "And, well... for a few other things, as well. You have it for the whole night." Alister winks at his friend.
"Get out." Jareth barks as he pulls the key from his friends grasp.
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"Thanks, Ms. Williams. You are awesome for giving my band a free hotel stay! This is amazing!" Brendon says to his teacher as Sarah gives him the key card.
"And you can go up whenever you want," she smiles at her good deed. "Just no wild parties, or you'll have to deal with me after school on Monday."
"Woo!" he shouts as he runs back into the ballroom.
Both Sarah and Jareth grin in innocence as they continue to watch him run. "Is his memory swipe going to hurt him?" she asks, turning to him.
"He may suffer from a few headaches for the next week or so, but nothing dire," he replies as they watch the kid disappear into the crowd.
"What on Earth was Alister thinking?" Sarah asks as the elevator doors close behind them. "Did he go completely mad or something?"
"This doesn't surprise me in the least. This is something that an imp would do." Jareth replies.
Sarah raises a brow high in the air, "An imp?"
"Mischievous little creatures, almost like a hybrid of goblins and demons. I hate those damn things. And Alister is a descendant of the royal line of the Impish Kingdom- or at least he was."
"Was an imp?" she says pointing in the direction of the poor kid.
"Alister has always been a loose cannon, Sarah." he replies with a sigh, "It was because of things like this that my people banished him to your realm. We got sick of him pulling stupid tricks in our world,"
"That's a little harsh to banish someone after a few pranks, don't you think?"
"You weren't there during the Necromancy Rise of 1239." Jareth shivers at the thought.
"God," Sarah's eyes grow. "So you send him to my world? Gee thanks." Sarah chuckles as they slowly make their way back to the ballroom once more. "But is he the only imp to cause trouble?"
"The only one to cause me trouble," he says as they watch Brendon finally take the mic and start singing with his band.
"But now you two are friends?" Sarah asks.
"He has calmed himself considerably throughout the years,"
"This is calm?"
"Compared to the Ship Mutiny of 1492, here in your realm. This is nothing."
"1492..." Sarah debates on if she even wants to hear the story.
"He decided it would be fun to come to your human realm and play with some humans. He has never been a big fan of your kind." Jareth struggles to remember, "Now let's see if I can remember this correctly," he muses as he pulls a hand up to his chin. " If my memory proceeds me, there was this ship full of treasure hunters that was on a trip to a continent, here in your world, and they ended up mistaking it for another one, entirely. I forget the intimate details..."
"Wait, wait... Hold up!"
"Yes?"
"Are you telling me that Alister is solely responsible for... Christopher Columbus?"
"That's the name! I keep forgetting the name of the man that he poisoned."
"Poisoned?!"
"Well... pre-maturely poisoned." Jareth continues, "Columbus was knocked out for the entirety of the trip. Alister posed as Columbus, at least, until the real one came to. When they all landed, and when they plainly saw what had happened to their Captain, they sent Alister running. That's why he has been stuck here in this state all this whole time."
"Here?"
"Here," Jareth points to the ground,
"In New York?"
"Correct,"
"Since 1492?"
"Yes."
"No way! This is a joke, right?"
"Ms. Williams, I assure you that I am, in fact, telling the truth. Ask the man yourself. He doesn't like to talk about it, though. He isn't a big fan of admitting his failure. That is the reason why he was banished, after all." Jareth inquires, "He thought it was a good idea to sneak past me and went through my portal to get here. That's why he's here, now. He wasn't allowed to leave and he was forced to stay and watch what his actions have caused."
"I... don't believe this story..." Sarah takes a moment to look back on her life to wonder what this all means. "Alister- our Alister, is responsible for America and what it is today?"
"And I am so sorry," Jareth shakes his head in discontent.
"I don't believe you." Sarah shakes her head with her arms crossed.
"I thought you'd like to hear embarrassing stories about your friend. You two are friends as well, are you not?" Jareth asks smiling.
"Unfortunately," she hums thinking back. "Now that we have a more interesting connection, there is no telling how much he is going to try and screw me over with his little games, now."
"It truly is a frightening fate. I do not envy your position."
"I guess it will keep me on my toes," she half grins at their friend. "Is he gone for the night, at least?"
"Thankfully, yes,"
"I just... I can't believe it." she really can't believe this story. "I mean... If it weren't for Alister being a dick... Then I wouldn't be here..." she says looking around. "None of us would be here..." she steps back to think for a moment.
Jareth looks to her in curiosity. "That is an amusing sentiment," he continues to see how she is still trying to come to terms with what she has learned. He grins as he continues, "I suppose that I shall thank Alister for his troublesome days, since some good has come from his stupidity."
Sarah's smile glistens as she chuckles at the statement. He now stands next to her, letting the comment float away with the music that plays. She admits to herself that she enjoys his company as they both stand in comfortable silence. They both enjoy the melody, she tapping along with the beat, and he enjoying the moment of just being around her. He looks to her as she stares into space, listening intently with the surprisingly good lyrics of the song as she smiles in a trance. He takes this moment to look to her with a more endearing eye, learning the creases and crevices of her face, the laugh lines that have taken a hold of her cheeks, and the little beauty mark just above her lips. He sees the gentle tresses of her hair as they bounce up against her back as she gently sways with the music, and he observes the manicured hands at her side, one free and open, the other wrapped in bandages.
Looking back to the child that he had met long ago, he sees that the child is long gone, yet a woman remains. No longer does she speak with the subtle wine of a spoiled childhood. No. The way she speaks; the way that she holds conversation; the way that she plays with words and minds is something that any man would be to stupid not to revere and adore. No longer does she question her every action, but thrives in all that she does with no regrets and no looking back.
His heart suddenly drops.
He looks to her with more than simple endearment.
He looks to her...
...With love...
"I wonder where Toby has gone. I haven't seen him in a while," Sarah muses as she half-heartedly looks through the crowd to see if she can see him anywhere.
This question pulls Jareth out of his trance. Looking to her, he realizes that she had said something. He turns to her to give any kind of reply. "Francesca did say that she was going to look for him. If you find her, you would probably find him."
"Oh, speaking of Francesca," Sarah turns to him, "Is there something going on?"
"What do you mean?" Jareth asks as he lingers forward towards her.
"I remember her saying something about not having much time left. Are you guys planning on leaving prom soon?" her question is genuine as she slightly tilts her head.
Jareth does not want to have this discussion. Now is not the time for petty farewells. He coily grins at her question, "Would you miss me if I were to leave a little early, Ms. Williams?"
"I thought we were on a first name basis," she slyly replies, fighting a smile that yearns to grow.
His brow cheekily rises, "My apologies, Miss Sarah," his smile wastes no time. "I suppose I hadn't properly entertained the thought of you longing to enjoy the thought of your name slipping from my lips." he slowly advances her,
She stands firm, her smile unable to contain itself, "Perhaps it's the other way around, Jareth?"
"It seems that you've caught me," he admits as he looks to her with humor in his words. "In more ways than one,"
"I think you are still trying to avoid my question Mr. Kingsley, and frankly I don't like it one bit," she looks away from him with a teasable anger.
"I am really good at avoiding things that I don't like, Ms. Williams," he continues to linger toward her. "But I am even better at pursuing the things that I do like,"
She can plainly see what he is trying to do. Understanding his stubbornness, she does the same. "You know" she starts with an exhale as she starts to stretch. "I just might be done, myself. I think I'll leave. I am about ready to crawl into bed." she says as she starts to walk away from him.
"Is that an invitation?" he slowly follows.
"Mr. Kingsley," she gasps, as she desperately tries to hide an immature smile. "there are children in the room, good sir." she says as she finds her purse and shawl she had left on the table.
"I wouldn't underestimate these children." he knows that he is starting to get under her skin, "Desperate times call for desperate measures, you know." he says drawing himself even closer to her.
"Did you just call yourself desperate?" she giggles sneaking a glance to him, "I figured that with your regal status that you could get whoever -or whatever- you wanted, back where you come from," she says as she starts to rummage through her purse.
As she continues to search for whatever she is looking for, Jareth dares to be just a bit more bold as he steps up to her from behind. Dropping all games and feeble tricks, he says nothing, but lie a gentle hand upon her shoulder. Immediately, Sarah slows her movements as she feels his warm hand glide across her shoulder and down her arm. His bare touch on her shoulder causes her to gasp in the slightest, and her heart to sink down to her toes.
He glides his hand down to her wounded one and oh, so lovingly does he rub her hand with such delicacy and grace. He slowly wraps his hand around hers as he whispers into her ear, "I don't want just anyone."
...
She drops her purse.
...
She freezes in time...
...
He is so close to her.
...
She can feel his breath tingle her neck.
...
He delicately whispers into her ear, "Sarah..."
"My keys are gone..."
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Cliffhangers galore. What am I going to do with all of these cliffhangers?
Wowza! What a chapter what was, eh? So much flirt! So much flirt!
Such flirtatious!
I can't handle the cheese in this chapter! Boy howdy, I hope you enjoyed reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I am now full of life! And it is wonderful!
Reviews are welcome. Tell me what you think!
See you soon!
I.L.C
(P.S.
There is so much devastation going on in America right now. Please pray and keep all of these families in your thoughts. It is terrible what has happened with this war on humans. It hurts me. I just want to cry and hold everyone.)