SCENE 17

RUBBER DUCKY, YOU'RE THE ONE

"This is just ridiculous!" whined Jasper.

"Oh shut up," muttered Fash fumbling for another needle. "The more you hold still, the sooner this get-up will be off you."

Meep poked her head through the door. "How's it coming Fash?" she asked grinning.

"Fine, oh so very fine. Very fortunate that Jasper-,"

"Lord Jasper!"

The goblin scowled. "Quiet mannequin. As I was saying it is most fortunate that Jasper has a similar build to King Jareth. His wedding attire should be properly put together later this evening." With a nod the goblins went about their work.

From the throne room, there came peels of laughter. Jareth occupied his throne with Sarah perched on his knee. The two of them were relishing in their small yet poignant victory. Sarah's eyes were dreamy as she soaked in the castle. He pulled her close touching forehead to forehead with her. "I would have given anything to have had your camera handy to capture my cousin's expression when Oberon ruled in our favor!"

She snickered resting her hands on his chest. "Wasn't it delightful?"

"Not as delightful as you." He shifted dipping her over the side, one hand supporting her head, the other holding her legs. "Very convincing arguments my dear. Tell me though," he cradled her. "where exactly does 'fear me, love me, do as I say' fall? If not in step with your dreams, then where?"

"Er…well," she cleared her throat. "Well…it makes little difference. Either way you still had a chance." Her hand was against his cheek. "It's part of my dreams now." His lips kissed the palm of her hand. The tingling sensation ran over her skin.

"Is that all you asked of King Oberon?" he asked curious.

Her eyes shifted mischievously.

"Sarah Williams what have you done?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Tell me isn't there anything you would like to get out of all of this? I mean Jasper offended you too." He let his eyes drop over her. "I mean aside from getting to have me."

"Yes there is one thing I would most certainly like to have." He raised his hand and flicked his wrist. A photo appeared. Looking at it Sarah saw her self curled under the covers. "Something akin to this scene, yet involving a certain corset."

Her lips stretched into a grin. "Done!" she answered eagerly. "When and where?"

"Now and in my bedroom if you please."

"Done!" With a deep throated laughed he held her close and they vanished from the throne room.

When she found her feet again she looked about a rather large room. In the center was a large wrought iron bed with a canopy. At the foot of the bed was a massive trunk out of dark wood. Lying spread out on the surface was the infamous corset complete with some added accessories. "And just what is this?" she asked cheekily picking up a piece. He only smiled. There was now a full ensemble complete with a garter belt and stockings. Meep appeared to aid with the corset. Telling her he'd give her a moment of privacy he moved into an adjoining room.

She began to change all the while smiling. If the room he moved into was the room she thought it was then he as about to figure out what else she had asked of Oberon. She was pulling on the stockings when she heard the sound: a sort of squeak. Meep looked at her questioningly. She put a finger to her lips and told her to be quiet. When she was dressed she shooed the goblin towards the door.

Squeak. Squeak.

Jareth nearly burst out laughing. 'Oh she's a sly one!' Holding the object in his hand he went to join her in the bedroom. "Tell me my dear," he began to ask. "are the rubber duckies for now or later?"

Squeak went the duck.

He looked at her: dressed in his gifts. Quite suddenly he didn't care if she wanted the silly bath toy in bed with them or not. She walked up to him.

"Later," she said smoothly. "For use during round two in the bubble bath." Tilting her chin up, she kissed him. He kissed back. Squeak went the duck one more time.