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Memory Lane
Chapter 6
The second they touched down in the next memory, the world blinked white.
"Fantasizing about your own dream?" Jareth asked.
Sarah could hardly contain her smile as she looked around the familiar room. People dressed in beautiful masquerade costumes all dancing around in merriment. Sarah was easily able to pick herself out of the crowd. All the other dresses were pretty, but her sugar-spun ball gown was by far the most interesting. At the time she didn't realize it, but all the other dancers were clearly moving aside and guiding her toward Jareth. Memory Jareth just stood in one place, surrounded by his dance companions as he watched her.
"Couldn't come to me, huh? Had to make me come to you." Sarah said with a frown.
As soon as Younger Sarah met up with Memory Jareth, the world blinked white again.
"My, my, lots of fantasizing here." Jareth said with a sly grin. "I wonder what it could be about."
Sarah watched her younger self become enthralled by Memory Jareth as they danced.
"Oh yes, I wonder." Sarah said, and then heard Jareth snap his fingers.
After the flash of white, they saw the ballroom suddenly cleared. Now it was just Fantasy Jareth and younger Sarah alone and dancing.
Older Sarah had just about enough of this. What could Jareth possibly gain from poking around in her fantasies? Was it just for his own amusement? She watched him as he circled the dancing couple, a little smile on his lips.
"What could you possibly have to gain from this?" Sarah asked with her arms crossed.
Younger Sarah and Fantasy Jareth stopped as the song reached its climax, both gazing into each other's eyes. Sarah only felt slightly embarrassed when Fantasy Jareth pulled her younger self in closer.
"I'm picking up on a common theme in all your fantasies," Jareth said.
Sarah sighed in irritation. She figured she could end the fantasy as she had before, but then she thought - why hide? If there was one thing Jareth really seem to enjoy, it was making her feel uncomfortable. And she didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
"What do you expect, Jareth?" Sarah asked him with an accusatory tone. She kept her eye on her younger self, becoming captivated by her own fantasy.
Fantasy Jareth leaned down, hovering over younger Sarah's bare shoulders. He placed a very gentle kiss on her collarbone. Younger Sarah breathed in sharply, and leaned her head back to expose more of her young, smooth neck. Fantasy Jareth closed his eyes and brushed his lips from her shoulder all the way up to her jaw, stopping a few times to nip and caress her flesh. Younger Sarah sighed contentedly.
"I'm not a girl anymore," Older Sarah said as she longingly watched the fantasy couple.
Fantasy Jareth's hair began to brush against younger Sarah's exposed skin as he kissed her jaw and cheek. Older Sarah wondered how his soft hair would feel on her exposed shoulders. She bit her lip and let her eyes lids droop a little, wondering what her younger self must be feeling right now. She thought that his hair would probably tickle a little.
There was a white flash and suddenly they were out of the fantasy. Younger Sarah was still dancing with Jareth, and Older Sarah looked around in confusion.
"Jareth?" Older Sarah called out.
Suddenly, two leather-clad hands gently took her by the shoulders. She spun around to see Jareth standing there, an unusual expression of tenderness on his face.
"Care to dance?" He asked. His voice was so gentle. Not even a hint of mocking.
"Yes," Sarah said, though the word came out almost as a sigh.
As she put her hands on him, she noticed something.
"My dress!" She cried when she saw that her clothes had been suddenly returned to their former glory. No more dirt and no more holes in the fabric.
"You're welcome," Jareth said with a smile and then began to lead the way.
Sarah let herself get swept up in the memory. She forgot all about the other dancers, and didn't even notice when they would pass through them like ghosts. She boldly reached her hand around to Jareth's back, pulling herself closer to him as a result. As they spun once around she closed her eyes for just a moment and inhaled. She couldn't identify exactly what Jareth smelled like, but it reminded her of summer time. Hot and clean.
Jareth brought his head down closer to hers, so that they were dancing cheek-to-cheek. She could feel his soft blond hairs brush against her face.
"Sarah," He whispered in her ear. The low, rich sound sending hot tingles throughout her whole body.
Just then Sarah caught a glimpse of her younger self as she ran past them. She watched as younger Sarah picked up a chair, and prepared to swing it.
"No," Sarah whispered, but it was no use.
Younger Sarah bashed the side of the crystal, ending the memory and causing everything to fade to white.
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