Sarah's eyes were bigger than saucers and a panic attack was not far behind. She watched as this dazzling man professed love and need to her. For years she was convinced that she had a very wild imagination to create such a lavish and unbelievable world, but the dreams she had last night were more than real. Am I dreaming now? With the addition of Hoggle this morning, she wanted all her turmoil over the whole teenage ordeal to not be in vain.
"I have to be dreaming. This is me trying to play out something from last night's classes," she breathed out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "But, if I'm not…how is that possible. How can I be multiple people?"
Jareth's eyes lit up at the thought that she may actually listen to him and not call him crazy. He knew from experience that she was level headed and even though she enjoyed pretend, her mortal ways and ideas were hard for her to get around.
"You are not dreaming, Sarah. The way love works in the Underground is different than Above. In a way, you were with me in different past lives. Soul mates are just that; souls that cannot be apart for very long. They long for the other and always find a way back to each other. So, yes, you were technically in different bodies, if you want to think of it like that, precious, you even look similar each time, but you were you where it counted. My soul has always managed to find you. It was an accident finding you when you wished your brother to be taken, but I recognized you straight away. My suspicions were confirmed when I witnessed your fighting spirit. How do you think you beat my Labyrinth? It recognized you and let you win. No one else has beaten me, Sarah! No one!"
The panic was rising. Sarah could feel her legs beginning to go out and she grabbed a chair to steady herself. Jareth saw her struggle and reached for her. She tried to dodge his grasp, but instead her hands slipped off the chair. She didn't even have time to react as she fell and he snatched her from the air. The electricity that shot through her when his skin touched hers flabbergasted her. He lifted her to her feet, grazing his hands slowly down her bare arms along the way. The current stayed consistent at his touch. She saw as a fire in his eyes ignited from the touch and a sweet smile came to his lips.
"You can feel it, can you not, precious?"
She didn't want to feel it. "Yeah, I feel you trying to trick me into believing your story. Nice touch, by the way."
"This is no trick and you know it. This is really actually nothing compared to this…"
"Compared to wh…."
His lips pressed onto hers hard. All at once she felt this bolt of current and heat rush through her making her let out a squeal. She tried to pull away but she felt like they were stuck together. She looked up at the man she was connected with. His eyes were softly closed and a look of bliss on his face. He slowly took his hands from her arms and trailed them up her shoulders and up to her head to hold her in place. The sensations she was getting was of nothing she ever felt before. Coolness and heat radiated from him; his tongue tracing her opened lips. Before she could stop herself, she closed her eyes letting out a soft moan that she never expected to come out of her. Time seemed to stand still-all she cared about at this very moment was him and what he was doing. Her arms automatically moved to be around his neck. He took this as a good sign and held her closer.
Jareth never wanted this moment to end. He finally had her on his turf once again. She tasted like heaven and the current running back and forth between them was intoxicating. She wasn't fighting him which had to mean she was feeling the connection as well. He had a feeling that her upbringing and ever present strong will in any life would make their happy ending he so craved quite a challenge. So with that in mind, he made sure to enjoy this moment with his precious.
"J…Jareth…I think we need to stop," she said, half out of breath, "I think I need some time to think."
"What? Why, Precious? What do you need time for? I know you felt it," a shy, lustful smile came to his face.
"I felt something different, but I need to think of what to do…."
His face grew to a scowl. "What is there to do? Hmmmm, Sarah? I have told you what and who you are. We belong together and you felt it! Why must I wait for you? I have you here now and you will be my queen once again."
"Jareth, what is your problem? Can't you see I need time to think? I'm not meaning anything bad, I promise. I just want some time alone."
"Again, Sarah, you have nothing to think about!" He was getting angry now.
He came closer to her face to try to kiss her again, but she resisted. She pushed as hard as she could to get him as far away from her as she could and started to stumble backward.
"Jareth let me go home, please! I need some time alone," she pleaded.
"You aren't going anywhere, precious," he said with a new type of fire in his eyes.
