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Memory Lane
Chapter 7
Sarah no longer felt herself in Jareth's warm embrace. She was standing in the Escher room as her younger self duked it out with memory Jareth.
"Sarah, beware. I have been generous up until now, but I can be cruel." Memory Jareth said.
Older Sarah skipped off the small stair case and landed on her younger self's dimension. As she watched the exchange her gut swelled with anxiety, because she knew what was about to happen.
"Kingdom is great. . .Damn! I can never remember that line," younger Sarah said. Her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Just fear me, love me," Jareth said and as soon as he said 'love' the world blinked white, signaling another foot note.
Older Sarah was standing between younger Sarah and memory Jareth. The current Jareth magically appeared on the opposite side, looking over to Older Sarah.
"I wonder if you've rejected me in your fantasy as well?" Jareth asked and then snapped his fingers.
The world shifted, but everything looked the same. Older Sarah chuckled at Jareth's question.
"What did I already tell you?" She said.
"Love you?" Younger Sarah asked with a scoff. "How could I ever love a Goblin King who is trying to steal my brother?"
Fantasy Jareth held his crystal out to younger Sarah.
"If you touch the crystal, then it won't be a problem." He said. Younger Sarah smacked the crystal out of his hand, and all four persons watched as it shattered on the ground.
"You shouldn't have done that," Fantasy Jareth said with snarl.
"Why? Will you be cruel to me now?" Younger Sarah said defiantly.
Fantasy Jareth darted forward and grabbed younger Sarah roughly by the arms. Current Jareth quirked his brow curiously.
Fantasy Jareth crushed his lips against younger Sarah's, and she arched her back into him and moaned into his mouth. The two began to back up, until they were knocking against a staircase. Fantasy Jareth lowered younger Sarah down on to it, never stopping the ferocious kiss.
Younger Sarah put her feet on different level steps, and spread her legs apart so that Fantasy Jareth could comfortably rest in between them and on top of her. His hands roamed over her form, ever so often tugging and tearing at the fabric of her peasant blouse. Their lustful moans soon filled the Escher room.
Older Sarah was once again filled with conflicting emotions. On one hand she was embarrassed, but on the other she desperately wanted to know what current Jareth thought of all this. She saw him watching the couple intently, a look of amusement on his face.
"Jareth?" Older Sarah asked.
"I guess you don't reject me in your fantasy," Jareth said slowly, not taking his eyes off the couple.
Older Sarah boldly stepped in front of him. A crease appeared between his brows as he stared at the woman now blocking his view.
"Jareth, I need to know something," Older Sarah said, straightening her posture and raising her chin.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Not here, take me back to reality and out of my mind." Sarah said. Jareth sighed at that.
"Very well, but we might come back later and finish the show," He said while peeking over her shoulder. Sarah rolled her eyes as he snapped his fingers.
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This was the shortest chapter yet. But the next one (the final one) is a monster. It's time to live up to my 'M' rating! Just need to do some editing and I'll post it.
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