Jareth jolted out of bed. The scream was coming from the room next door-Sarah's room. With a flash of glitter he was instantly in her room. She was sitting upright, covered in sweat. The look of panic and horror covered her face.
"Sarah! What's wrong?"
Her head snapped to his direction to the left side of her bed and she let out another deafening scream.
"Get away! Don't touch me!"
"Sarah, please calm down. It looks like you were having a nightmare. Relax, come here," he said gesturing for her to come into his embrace. Her eyes finally adjusted to the dark room and she could see the tall man. Her eyes found his face first, but the paleness of his skin caught her attention quickly. It took her a moment to realize what she was looking at; the Goblin King completely nude in front of her.
"Jareth! Why the FUCK are you naked?" she yelled as she quickly shoved her head in a pillow.
He slowly raised his eyebrows then looked down. He was in fact nude from his sleep moments ago. He looked at Sarah again who still had her head covered. He shook his head in annoyance. Humans. So uncomfortable with nature. With a wave of his hand he conquered up the same blue robe.
"You are safe now, Sarah," he said with a slight laugh in his voice.
"No! Get out of here!"
She started to whimper and had a hard time keeping it from her voice—the pillow not working as well as she had hoped. This did not escape Jareth who walked just a little closer to her. She looked so helpless bend over and lightly crying. He reached down and gently touched her back. He felt her stiffen underneath.
Sarah was so confused underneath her rigid exterior. She knew that encounter she just had with Jareth had to be a dream, but it had felt so real. She felt the tender touches and kisses. She still felt them now on her skin as she laid there concealing her face from the man she desperately wanted but was too afraid to even look at. Her subconscious was a bitch making her have such vivid dreams like that. Was it trying to tell her something?
She sluggishly looked up at him still standing there trying to comfort her. His eyes were full of concern and he wanted to ease her pain and discomfort. "Sarah, is there anything I can do to make you happy?"
"This is all happening too fast. I do not know what I'm feeling and you are not making it any easier for me. If I really am who you think I am, shouldn't this be an easy transition? Like an 'ah-ha'?"
Jareth straightened up, studying her face. He wished it was as easy as she said. That they would meet, kiss, make love, then live happily ever after.
"It's not as easy as that, Precious. I wish it was. Some are easier than others; this one seems like an other."
He reached out his hand, gaging her reaction, and put his naked hand on her face. She did not flinch away as he had expected. He tucked a piece of rebellious hair behind her ear then let his hand rest on her cheek. Her eyes looked at his as though searching for an answer to an unknown question. The heat and electricity he felt for her only heightened with his close proximity. Then, with a flick of her eyes that he undoubtable saw, she glanced at his lips, but as quick as it came, they looked back up. No matter what battle she was fighting inside of her, her body betrayed him showing exactly what she wanted.
He leaned down so they could see eye to eye and she did not back up. This non-movement made him cross the gap between them and gently placing his lips on hers. She stiffened slightly but then quickly relaxed. She closed her eyes at the sensations running through her. Jareth slightly pushed forward, making them lean somewhat so that he had a better angle.
His kissing was of skill and made Sarah weak at the knees. The way he moved over her, teasing her with his tongue and of fiery passion was almost unbearable. She caught his spicy, but sweet, musky scent. A moan escaped her lips into his open mouth causing him to deepen the kiss. She savored the feelings her body was receiving.
She was then pushed all the way down onto her bed, while he trailed kisses down her jawline to her neck. His hands softly touched her breasts; touching her like she had never been touched before. Except in her dream. Ugghh, her dream.
She slowly rose up on her forearms, which caused Jareth to stop and look up at her. "What's wrong, Sarah?"
"I've never done this before," she said mildly embarrassed.
"I know, Precious, but I will not hurt you," he wasted no time going back to her neck.
"Jareth, I mean ready for what this would mean. Yes, I am a virgin but doing this now will confuse me of what I'm feeling even more."
He sat up, looking into her eyes—her soul. He saw want and lust in her eyes but there was also strong bewilderment. He leaned his head back down and took her lips again, this time softly with a clinched jaw. It took all he had to restrain himself from the beautiful woman. With one last look in her eyes, he vanished in a poof of glitter.
Sarah was left there in her deception of a room, alone. Her world was almost turned upside down with the tornado that raged inside her. She needed to pick a side; her heart or her head. This was going to be a tough decision but one of them had to shut up. She crawled back into her bed and pulled the covers up tight. She could still feel the moisture between her legs, a consolation prize from the Goblin King. She quickly gave in to sleep thinking about the alluring blonde and the decision of a lifetime—or more.
