Soooooooo, it's been a month since I last updated. . .yeah sorry about that. . . Happy Beltain (AKA May Day) BTW.
They were halfway down the hall before she looked at him and asked, "so did you really plan for our outfits to match?" Jareth threw his head back and laughed.
A few moments later when he had calmed down he replied, "no, I must confess I did not. But I do believe we cut a most dashing figure." He suddenly spun her around and she gave a shriek of delight, but when she had come to a halt she noticed that his eyes had darkened and before she could blink he had pinned her against the wall, his nose nuzzling her neck.
"Mmmm. Remember how earlier I said you smelled divine?" He looked up and grinned wolfishly at her meek nod. "I think I much prefer you smelling sinful." Sarah went weak-kneed as he went back to his assault on her neck. White hot pain suddenly flared into being at the junction between neck and shoulder and she tried in vain to push him away. When the pain had become a dull but insistent throb he pulled away from her neck and looked at her while she glared at him. "You bit me." She sounded like she was pouting.
His only response was to lick his lips (like he enjoyed the taste of her) and she suddenly found that she couldn't move. He leaned in closer until their noses were almost touching. "Indeed I did." He murmured, "and now I think I'm going to kiss you." Then his lips were on hers and she gave a moan of delight which he gleefully consumed. This is almost as good as eating chocolate, was the last coherent thought her brain had before it short-circuited and became a pile of goo.
Her brain managed to reconstruct itself when they broke apart for air and with coherency came the realization that someone was walking towards them. "Jareth!" She whispered. "Yes my dear?" he asked, seemingly unperturbed by the coming footsteps. "Someone's coming!" She hissed, once again trying to push him away. He easily pinned her arms to her side and whispered, "we could invite them to join us."
Sarah turned beet-red, "what if it's your grandparents?" She asked, half-appalled he'd suggested such a thing. "Well then, I guess I'd better disappear." Her eyes widened when he got down on his knees. "Jareth!" She growled, "what are you doing?" He glanced up, "hiding." He then crawled underneath her skirts. She was about to start running (see how he enjoyed suddenly being left alone in the hall) but two things happened. The first was that the people whose footsteps she'd been hearing came into view and she didn't know either of them. The second was that Jareth began stroking the back of her knee causing her to shudder. She was pretty sure that neither of them had noticed the fact that her skirt seemed to move of its own violation (thanks to Jareth). Except that right before the couple turned the corner the woman glanced behind her and winked.
Sarah felt herself blush again at the woman's insidious wink. Jareth's hand began to move away from her knee and upwards towards other things. Not wanting to embarrass herself further (who knew who'd walk by next) she swatted at her skirt (she felt more than heard the growl of annoyance that meant she'd succeeded in getting the back of his head). A few moments later he'd managed to extract himself from her skirts, "you naughty minx." She rolled her eyes as he stood, "well isn't that the pot calling the kettle black." He chuckled and held out his arm once again. Looping her arm through his they continued down the hall towards dinner.
It had been far too easy to make its way up to the city, and only a bit harder to get into the castle (but that was to be expected). Finding a host had been the most difficult task (but even that had taken less time than it thought it would). And it knew exactly what to do to make this one hurt the most.
Compared to everything else that'd happened to Sarah dinner so far had been down right boring. Except for the whole 'don't eat the pork' thing she could actually believe she was eating with normal people. The last of the dinner plates had just been cleared away and Sarah leaned back in her chair sure she'd never eat again.
"Done so soon?" Jareth's voice purred in her right ear. Sarah rolled her eyes and gave a half-hearted swat in his general direction.
"If I eat anymore I think I might just explode." He laughed. "That wasn't very wise of you to eat so much, where are you going to fit dessert?" She turned to face him and gave him a 'you're-kidding' look. He returned it with a 'no-I'm-not' look and with a groan of surrender she consigned herself to explosion.
Ten minutes later dessert was served. She had just taken her first bite of the best cake she'd ever had and was about to try the ice cream when Jareth spoke again.
"I have a question for you Sarah dear. It seems that a few of my goblins have taken a liking to stealing your unmentionables. . ." with lighting fast reflexes he caught the spoon she'd dropped before it could clatter to the floor.
"What!" she hissed, trying not to attract the attention of those around her. Giving her a lopsided grin he handed her her spoon back and continued. "As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me. A few of my goblins have been stealing your under-things, even thought I have told them numerous times not to. But here is my question: on their most recent foray they told me you chased them out with a broom. Now how can you do that when you've been here for the past few days?" She shrugged. "Maybe they've perfected cloning while I've been gone and my family missed me so much they had me cloned. He raised an eyebrow and she went on enjoying her dessert.
The servants had just cleared the dessert dishes when the cramps began, great my period. Just what I wanted. With an internal groan Sarah put a hand on her abdomen and pushed, hoping to lessen the pain.
"My lady?" She looked up and saw a serving man carrying a large pitcher. "Are you alright my lady?" There was a strange glint in his eyes that seemed to grow every second. "I'm fine," she replied, giving him a smile that felt more like a grimace. With a nod and a grin he moved on. Jareth must have overheard them talking because a few seconds later she felt the warm touch of leather.
"Are you sure you're alright Sarah? You do look a bit pale." She nodded, "it's just cramps that's all." He looked quizzical for a few moments before understanding dawned on his face. "Would you like me to escort you back to your room?" she nodded again. He stood up and offered her a hand, she took it and gingerly stood up, whimpering as the pain intensified.
"Jareth?" Manannan's voice rumbled, stopping them both in mid-step. Jareth turned slightly to face his grandfather, "Sarah is not feeling well. I was going to escort her to her room so she could rest." Manannan nodded and returned to his conversation, dismissing them.
They were halfway across the room when Sarah stumbled feeling light-headed and dizzy. When she got upright again she swayed slightly, "something's not right." She said, the world beginning to go black around the edges.
It watched as she fell to the floor. It watched as the poor, little queen rushed to the light's side, worry clearly written on her face. And it watched as that worry turned to panic and dread, and it smiled in delight. Perfect.
Cliff-hanger. . .
Just don't kill me.
I managed to slip the underwear thing in. . .XD.
And a bit of forshadowing. . .
Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter. You five get a ticket to the Beltain party of your choosing.
You get five choices: The Labyrinth (for those who like it simple and fun), the Unseelie (for those who like it naughty), the Seelie (for those who like it nice), R'lyeh Ulaid (for those who like to get drunk, dance their asses off, and have it any way they want it), and Mag Mell (for those who just want the pomp and circumstance).
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