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Chapter 9:
Tick... tick... tick...
The sound of the golden clock on his bedside table echoed through the quiet room, grating on Jareth's nerves.
Though physically exhausted, his restless mind would not allow him to find sleep. He lay in his immense bed, tossing and turning, his frustration a living thing that threatened to smother him.
The hours spent overseeing the questioning of his prisoner had been fruitless. Jareth himself had merely observed the proceedings, leaving the actual interrogation to Bram. His anger was still unassuaged and he couldn't trust himself not to destroy the Unseelie bastard before they could discover what useful information he possessed.
Bram had done his duty well enough but hadn't been able to force their captive to cooperate.
That particular frustration, however, was nothing when compared to the other that plagued him...
There, in the silent darkness of his tower, Jareth could find no relief from his overwhelming need to feel the warmth of his beloved's body pressed against his own. Her very nearness tormented him, driving him to the brink of madness. Each time he closed his eyes in an attempt to woo sleep, her image burned brightly in his mind and fired his blood.
Silky raven locks spread across snowy-white pillows.
Plump, rosy lips parting with each sweet sigh.
Sheer, satiny fabric molded to the hardened peaks of her firm, perfectly-shaped breasts.
His pulse pounding, his body throbbing, Jareth swore viciously as he kicked free of his covers and sat up in bed.
The hunger was too strong to ignore. It overrode his noble intentions and he gave in to temptation.
In less than a heartbeat the Fae king was gone.
A sleek white predator flew through the circular tower window and made it's way to the balcony outside a darkened bedchamber where it's unsuspecting quarry slumbered.
After being healed, bathed, and tucked into bed, Sarah had been given a powerful draught which had caused her to fall into a deep sleep.
And as she slept she dreamed.
Submerged in the drug-induced sleep, Sarah's mind wove a chilling tapestry of nightmares based on the horrors she had experienced. Horrors that poor Toby must surely be facing now.
She cried out for him, her hands clutching at the sheets, her head rolling from side to side on her pillow.
"Toby... I'm coming, Toby!"
Endless turns and dead ends.
Toby crying in the distance.
And then suddenly her dream changed.
Her trembling body began to grow calm as a familiar scent invaded her senses. A radiant warmth enveloped her like a lover's embrace.
Like his embrace.
He held her close to him, his stormy eyes hypnotizing her as he twirled her around and around the fragile-looking room.
No matter how hard she fought against him, she couldn't seem to break the spell he'd cast on her.
She began to pull away, struggling to escape from his strong arms.
She had something important to do but she couldn't quite recall what it was.
She couldn't think, could only feel.
Could only exist in that moment, there in his arms.
"Jareth."
Jareth held Sarah close, the heat from his body warming her chilled flesh.
Lost in her nightmares, Sarah sobbed and called out her brother's name.
He stroked her hair as he cradled her to his chest, gently humming while he rocked to and fro.
Slowly, the tension eased from her slender frame. She collapsed against him and her struggles eventually ceased.
She whispered his name softly, causing his heart to skip a beat.
Casting a quick glance at her he could see that she still slept.
He smiled tenderly.
She was dreaming of him.