And, as always, I do not own these amazing characters, or this world.
This time when I wake up, I wake up naturally, not screaming. In the light of day, it doesn't seem as bad, even if it will come true. A glance out the window reveals that it's barely past sun up, but I can't sleep anymore. I open my door and slip out. "Labyrinth? Will you please show me to the library?" I whisper.
A torch flickers to life down the hall, and I walk towards it. As I approach, it fades to darkness, and one a little past it lights up. I follow the lights, until they stop next to a door. "Thank you," I breathe, then push it open. As I turn to close it, I see the torches behind me die out again. I turn to face the room, and gasp in awe. The shelves tower over me, walls upon walls of books. There are fireplaces and reading nooks and over-stuffed chairs and desks and everything a library needs. I walk around the room in awe, then walk through one of the other doorways. Another room, with even more books. I keep wandering through, until I find Jareth, sprawled on a couch with a book on his lap and his head leaning on the back of the sofa.
I lean over and carefully remove the book from his lap, setting it open on the table next to him, then push his hair out of his face, marveling at how soft it is. His hand reaches up and grabs my wrist, faster than my eyes can follow. I gasp and look at his face. He's still sleeping peacefully, but the strong grip on my hand belies that appearance. I try to carefully extract my hand from his grip, but he pulls me closer to him. He wraps his other hand around my waist and pulls me on top of him.
I use my free hand to shake his shoulder. "Jareth. Wake up."
"Sarah…"
He breathes my name, and there's no sarcasm, no mocking lilt. It's softer and sweeter than I've ever hear him speak. I think I could happily drown in that sound. I shake his shoulder again. "Jareth. Wake up." I say it louder, firmer.
He rolls over on top of me, pinning me under him. The hand he is holding bunches in his shirt. "I'm awake, Precious." His lips brush my ear, as he speaks, then trail down my neck. I can't think straight, I can barely breathe and all I can think is Jareth, Jareth, Jareth. Jareth touching me, the way his heart is beating against my chest, the way it feels to have him so close, the way his weight feels against me, the way his lips feel as they trail along my collar bone.
"Jareth…" I can barely gasp the word. What was I doing? His teeth sink into my skin, and I moan, pressing my hips against his. He chuckles as he lifts his head, the sound filling my ear with it's rich vibrations, then looks me in my eyes. His hand frees itself from under me and pins my free hand above my head. He moves my other hand up to join it, then holds them both in only one of his.
"Precious, I'm going to kiss you now. And you are going to like it." I can't breathe as his lips press against mine. His free hand slips under my neck to cradle my head. I barely contain my moan. And when he bites my lip, I can't help that it slips out, begging him not to stop.
Suddenly, there is only cold where his body should be. I open my eyes to him staring at me from the foot of the sofa. "What kind of spell do you have me under? What game are you playing, enchantress?"
"W-what? What do you mean, enchantress?" The hurt is swift and intense. So much more than it was when I found out why none of my friends had come to see me, much faster, much deeper, much closer to my heart, and so much more painful.
He moves with untraceable speed, suddenly leaning over me. My breath catches at the closeness of him. "What spell do you have me under, witch? Such sorcery was outlawed years ago. Love spells, love potions, all manner of love magic was banned by the decree of the High King and Queen before humans even walked their planet, witch."
"Jareth, I didn't cast a spell over you. I wouldn't even know the first thing about casting a spell. What makes you think I have you under a spell? I can't even do any magic, except apparently my nightmarish visions of the future." I shake my head. "You know what? No, don't answer that. Maybe it was all a mistake coming here. Maybe I should have stayed in the Aboveground. I need to think about things. Just leave me alone." I push him off me. I stand up and walk out, refusing to show him how deeply his words have cut me.
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