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Chapter 17: Dance by the Light of the Silvery Moon
Moving to her desk, she noticed that Jareth had replied to her note. Laying under the orange rose were two tickets to the Harvest Ball and a note.
'Sarah, I would love to take you to the Ball. I will chose the costumes. -J'
Sarah smiled as she held the rose to her lips and took a deep breathe. The perfume emitted from the rose was intoxicating. It smelt of sunshine and magic.
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Becka wouldn't let up. She was after Sarah to go to the Ball with someone, anyone. She felt that Sarah was wasting away in a dream world of magic and goblins. What Becka didn't realize that dreams were power. After all, didn't Jareth offer Sarah her dreams for Toby? Her dreams weren't worth the life of a small innocent boy.
Sarah blew out her cheeks as she ran her hand through her hair. 'Right. Jareth should be here soon and I don't have my costume.' Her mind ran through all the things she needed to get ready, including dodging Becka.
'Where is he? The Ball will be starting soon,' she grumbled silently. 'And I'm not even dressed yet.' She stared into her mirror as she brushed her hair. Secretly she was very nervous. She hadn't seen him since 'That Night.'
"Jareth. Where are you? We're going to be late," she grumbled, looking into her mirror image.
"Now Sarah, My Love."
There he was stretched out on her bed, as sexy and as handsome as ever. He was wearing black velvet and dark grey spandex, looking ever bit the Goblin King. Sarah turned from the mirror, slamming down her brush.
"Where the Hell have you been? You just can't waltz in here. . ."
Jareth chuckled as he stood, pulling her into his arms, stopping her tirade before it started. The kiss was everything Sarah remembered and longed for. 'How can you stay mad to someone that can kiss like he does?'
When he pulled away, Sarah could almost swear it was reluctantly. It was then that she noticed that she was dressed in her silvery ball gown. This time there was something a bit different then what she remembered. For one, the neckline to her gown was lower and two, she was still wearing her key necklace. As well as the bodice was a bit more form fitting.
His hands still resting comfortably on her hips as he smirked. "You don't think I would allow you to wear anything drab did you, Sarah?"
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The Ball was held outside. College dances were usually rowdy affairs with students attempting to prove that only they have the right to party and party hard. The quad area was an enclosed space under the stars. The trees were decked with lights and Halloween decorations. Bales of straw and bundles of dried corn stalks dotted the landscape, as were other familiar Halloween decorations.
The students and faculty didn't notice at first the couple that strolled leisurely through their midst. The couple dressed in Victorian style costumes wore goblin masks of the time period made from leather and feathers. The dark haired beauty wore an owl mask of white and grey feathers. The tall blonde man's was black leather satyr's mask decorated with crystals. No one could tell just who was behind them.
When the music started, the couple moved to the makeshift dance floor. No matter what the music was, the couple waltzed. They seemed oblivious to their surroundings as they only had eyes for each other. Several people tried to cut in but were ignored.
One lone figure stood in the shadows, she too seemed unworldly in her high elvish court attire with a filigree tiara and lone white blonde hair. A smile graced her lips as she watched the couple dance. Anyone who did notice her wondered how she got the long tapered elven ears to stay attached.
When it came time to announce the winners all was said for the Best Couple Award was "The Goblin King and Queen, names unknown. Are they still around?"
"They left. I'll take it for them." The lone elvish lady accepted the prize for the couple and quietly disappeared into the night.
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Sarah thought the night couldn't be anymore magical then she could imagine. Jareth refused to let her out of his arms and they had danced the night away. He then had taken her Underground to his suite. She wished she could've seen everyone's face when she and Jareth had unmasked but they hadn't stayed. Pity.
She looked into the mirror that framed one wall. She noticed the huge canopy bed over her shoulder. Jareth, unmasked, came up to stand behind her placing his hands on her shoulders. She noted the glint in his eyes.
'Oh my! I'm not sure I like that look,' she thought with a shiver as she removed her mask.
Slowly he turned her around to face him. His face unreadable. She had been staring into his eyes all evening and she couldn't get enough of them.
Slowly he undid the back of her gown. They both knew he could magical wish away everything off of her but the moment wouldn't allow it. She stepped out of her gown, praying and wishing very hard that no one would spoil this night.
In only the white lace corset and undies, Sarah raised an eyebrow. "I think someone is having way too much fun at my expense and is very over dressed," she said, huskily as she began to unbutton his shirt.
Jareth threw back his head and laughed as he pulled her into his arms, but the laughter died when his lips sought hers, pulling her into a deep passionate kiss.
The next moment, Sarah found herself on her back on his bed, being pressed into its softness. His long lean body molding into hers.
Sarah pouted, when the kiss ended. "No fair. You got to undress me, why couldn't I. . .?" She was stopped by another deep soul curling kiss.
Growling softly, he replied, "I've waited too long for you. I won't wait any longer. You are mine, My Pet, My Love." That was the last coherent thing she could remember as he explored her body.
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Sarah awoke the next morning in her dorm room bed. She blinked as she looked at her alarm clock by her bed. It read 3 p.m. The second thing she realized was pain and soreness.
Looking at the palm of her hands, she noted some redness and pain but couldn't see what caused it. As she moved to sit up, she realized she was sore between her thighs.
'What on earth? Why am I back here?'
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Dear Jareth
Do you believe in dreams? I do. I had the most wonderful dream, better then dreaming of us dancing.
Dreams are what gives us creativity. A man dreamed one night that it was possible to fly. Now we have jets that can fly faster then the speed of sound. A man dreamed that it was possible to go to the moon. Man has walked on the moon.
Dreams can also be nightmares as well. We can relive our best and worse moments in our dreams.
Jareth, please tell me that last night wasn't a dream. That we made love and not just had sex. I need to know.
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