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"You don't have to walk me to my door again," Sarah protested as Jared followed her out of the elevator on the fifth floor.
"Ah, you're not hoping for a repeat of Thursday night, are you, precious?" Jared asked with a teasing smirk. Sarah eyed Mrs. Kelley's apartment door, before she put her apartment key into the door and quickly opened it.
"J-just in case," Sarah stammered as she walked inside. Sarah paused to put the bouquet of flowers on the table by the door that she used to put her mail on, and Jared stepped in behind her. He then closed her door before he grabbed Sarah, whirled her around so that she was facing him, pressed her up against the door, and kissed her soundly.
"Forgive me if I have misjudged your actions," Jared whispered, his lips not even an inch away from Sarah's.
"N-no, I-" Sarah was cut off as Jared pressed his lips to hers once again in a searing kiss. Then, Jared started to trail kisses down Sarah's throat; his day-old stubble scraped roughly against the sensitive flesh of the hollow of her throat, but the action only further aroused her, rather than to turn her off, like her many misadventures with other men in college.
As soon as Jared reached the top of her blouse, his slender fingers made quick work of the buttons so that he could continue, and before Sarah knew it, her entire blouse was undone, and Jared was pressing wet kisses onto her belly, above the waistband of her jeans.
Jared straightened up and pressed his lips to hers again. Then, he slowly pushed the blouse off from Sarah's shoulders— it pooled around her elbows, since her hands were clutching at Jared's shirt like it was the last thing that was keeping her sane. Jared gently pulled her left hand away, and softly kissed the palm of Sarah's hand before he ran his tongue up her index finger and started to suck on it. Sarah let out a low, breathy moan, and dropped her other hand down by her side to allow the blouse to slip off.
Jared released Sarah's finger with a low pop, and pushed her blouse the rest of the way off before he grabbed the cups of Sarah's bra and pushed them down while simultaneously pushing her breasts up. He brushed his thumbs over her semi-erect nipples, and then slowly started to lap at her left nipple. Sarah reached back and unhooked her bra, since the position that Jared had put her breasts into was less than comfortable, and Jared slowly slid the straps down her arms, his fingers lingering at her inner elbow longer than probably necessary.
Sarah grabbed Jared's face and pulled him down to her lips for a passionate, lingering kiss. Jared nipped lightly at her lower lip before he ran his tongue along to sooth the slight pain. Then, he got onto his knees and started to kiss Sarah's belly again, just above the top of her jeans. He popped the button and undid the zipper before he slowly pushed the pants down her hips, which slithered to the floor.
"I think that I have made a tactical error here," Jared said after a moment hesitation after he removed Sarah's pants.
"What do you mean?" Sarah asked with confusion.
"I forgot to take your shoes off, and now it's going to be a problem," Jared said with a slight laugh. Sarah reached down and pulled her pants back up, but didn't fasten them. Jared picked up her left foot and undid the laces before he slid the shoe off, quickly followed by her sock. He repeated the gesture on Sarah's other foot before he tugged at the material of Sarah's jeans; she released her hold of the waist, and Jared pulled them down to her feet before he gently lifted her feet out from the material and brushed her pants out of the way.
Then, he grabbed the top of Sarah's panties and pushed them down as well; he lifted her feet once again to remove the material from around her legs, and brushed them away. Jared then pressed a gentle kiss onto Sarah's inner ankle, and slowly started to kiss up her left leg until Sarah leg rested over Jared's shoulder.
He pressed soft kisses onto her inner thigh while his fingers combed through the wild tangle of dark curls at the junction of Sarah's thighs. Sarah's breath caught in her throat at Jared's first, gentle caress of her outer labia, and then she fell back against the door when he slowly started to rub at her clitoris.
Sarah let out a low groan and started to scratch lightly at the door when Jared began to lick at her clitoris. After several moments of this, he started to lap at the opening of her vagina, while he ran his thumb in tantalizing circles around her clit. Sarah fisted her hands, her nails digging into the palms so that she wouldn't damage her front door.
After a moment, Sarah fisted one hand in Jared's soft hair. She threw her head back and let out a long, breathy moan as her entire body started to wildly convulse. Despite Sarah's orgasm, Jared did not stop his movements, only slowed them considerably, which prolonged Sarah's pleasure.
With one final flick of his tongue, Jared pulled back from Sarah, and looked up at her with a feral smile. She let out a shaky breath, and was grateful that he had a firm hold on her leg, and the sold door at her back, or else she would have fallen over. Jared slowly unhooked her leg from around his shoulder and put it back down on the ground; his fingers lingered for a moment on her calf before he stood, cupped her face, and gave Sarah a gentle, lingering kiss.
"That was amazing," Sarah whispered, her lips barely touching Jared's. "I don't think that I've ever had an orgasm like that before." Jared offered her a cocky smile.
"I've barely even started," he whispered before he kissed her again. He then picked Sarah up with ease, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Jared navigated blindly through the living room to Sarah's bedroom like he'd done it a thousand times before, and gently set her down on the edge of her bed. Sarah didn't release him, and only tugged him down onto the bed with her for another kiss.
Jared pulled away from her briefly to pull his shirt off, which he tossed behind him. Sarah ran her fingers down Jared's lean yet muscular chest, her hands stilling briefly over his nipples, before they went down past his obliques to the top of his jeans. Her hands shook a little as she undid the button on his pants, but Jared grabbed her hands before she could move on to the zipper.
"Are you nervous, precious?" he whispered. She could only nod. "Why? This isn't your first time, is it?"
"No, of course not!" Sarah said quickly. "I'm… I'm just not any good with relationships."
"You are completely perfect," Jared said before he kissed her again.
"Maybe this isn't the best time to bring this up…" Sarah whispered.
"Probably not," Jared agreed with a slight scowl.
"I'm just worried that I'm not going to live up to your expectations."
"What if I told you that being here with you right now is my expectation?" Jared said lowly as he crawled on top of Sarah. He gently kissed her temple. "Would it make you feel better if I gave you another orgasm?" Sarah wordlessly nodded, and gave Jared a shy smile. He rolled off of her, to the side, and slowly started to rub his fingers along her vagina, and payed special attention to her clit.
For a long time, the only sounds that filled the apartment were the ragged sounds of Sarah's breathing and the gentle, wet sounds as Jared fingered her. Her breathing hitched as she came, and then her body wildly spasmed against the bed and her fingers scratched for anything that she could hold onto.
After a couple of minutes, her breathing returned to normal, and she smiled sleepily up at Jared. "Do you feel better now?" he asked. She wordlessly nodded, and then reached for him. He kissed her eagerly, and Sarah's hands once again trailed down Jared's chest, to the top of his jeans, where she undid the zipper, and pushed them down. His penis sprang out from the confines of his pants, rock-hard and slightly throbbing with his arousal.
Sarah grasped his penis in her hands, which made Jared let out a low groan and he bucked into her hand. "Precious, I have been nothing but a complete gentleman to you up until this point, but I am almost at my own breaking point right now," he practically growled at Sarah.
"Good, because I've wanted you inside me ever since this morning," Sarah whispered.
"What do you mean? We could have been-" Jared broke off when Sarah pressed her lips to his in a rough kiss.
"I'll tell you later," she whispered against his lips. "Let's do something that requires less talking right now." Jared raised an eyebrow at Sarah, but only started to quickly remove his pants and shoes. He grabbed a condom out from the pocket of his jeans, ripped the packet open with his teeth, and rolled the condom on over his erection. Then, he grabbed Sarah and lifted her up so that she was straddling his hips. "I didn't imagine you as being a bottom."
"I will be your slave," Jared whispered as Sarah sunk slowly down onto him. Sarah's breath caught in her throat, and after a brief moment where she paused to allow herself to adjust to his size, she put her hands on Jared's chest and slowly started to move.
After a moment, Sarah noticed the scowl on Jared's face, and she stilled. "What's wrong?" she whispered as she ran her fingers along his mouth. He caught her fingers in his mouth easily, gave each of them a slow lick before he released them. Then, he reached up and cupped Sarah's breasts.
"Nothing," he whispered. "I'm just admiring the view." He trailed his hands down to Sarah's hips and slowly started to move into her. Sarah ran her hands over her breasts, and then down her stomach, before her right hand delved into her pubic hair and she started to rub herself. "Yes," Jared said with a strained groan. "Tell me how I make you feel, precious."
Sarah licked her lips hesitantly, before he whispered, "Good." Jared paused and Sarah let out a low moan of protest.
"If that's the only thing that I'm making you feel, then I don't think that I'm doing a decent-enough job."
"No, don't stop," Sarah whined. "You make me feel amazing. I've never feel like this before."
"I see," Jared said with a smirk. "Do you want to change position?" Sarah nodded slightly. "How?" Sarah wet her lips again, and Jared followed the motion with his eyes hungrily.
"Take me from behind," she finally whispered. "Roughly." Jared's smirk grew bigger, and he helped Sarah climb off from him. She got on her hands and knees, with her bottom facing Jared. He sat up on his knees, and ran his hands down her butt, before he trailed them up her back. He then grasped her long hair at the same time that he slammed into her pussy from behind. Sarah let out a strangled cry and dug her fingers into the bedspread.
Jared wrapped Sarah's hair tightly around his wrist, and used it as a sort of handle as he roughly continued to pound into Sarah. With his other hand, he reached up and started to rub at Sarah's clit in time with his thrusts. Sarah gave out another cry. "Yes, cum for me, precious," he whispered. Another strangled cry. "Scream my name."
"J-jared!"
"Louder!"
"Jared!"
"I still can't hear you!"
"Jared!" Sarah screamed as her entire body started to shake wildly from her orgasm.
"Yes, yes! Sarah!" Jared roared as he stilled inside of Sarah. A moment later, he fell over onto his back, and dragged Sarah back with him. He released his hold of her hair, and she separated from him. Jared let out a low groan of disappointment as she did so, but a moment later, he wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled into his side.
"Poor Mrs. Kelley," Sarah murmured after a moment.
"Her room is on the other side of the apartment, and I don't think that she sleeps with her hearing aid in," Jared said with a slow, teasing smile. Sarah looked up at Jared and returned his smile.
"Did I live up to your expectations?"
"You passed with flying colors," Jared replied. He kissed her forehead. "You should get some sleep now— you look completely exhausted."
"I am," Sarah replied. She heaved a contented sigh, closed her eyes, and a moment later, her breathing had evened out.
Jareth lay in bed and just watched as Sarah slept. It was completely amazing to him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would be to the point where he could make love to Sarah like this. Ten years of his own wishing, and it had finally happened.
He had seen her with other men, which was how he knew what she liked. Even though when he'd first watched Sarah lose her virginity to some drunk frat boy she'd met at a party, he'd been completely furious. Her first time should have been with him, not with somebody who couldn't even remember her name when they woke up. The guy had made Sarah cry, and if Jareth had had any power, he would have gone and punched the guy's lights out for Sarah.
After that horrible night, he noticed that Sarah took more care in choosing her sexual partners. Her first time might not have been overly enjoyable for her, but after that, she began to learn that it could be. And as Sarah learned about her sexual likes and dislikes, so did Jareth. Even though this was their first time together, it felt to Jareth as if it really wasn't, because he knew the way that she moaned, the way that she liked to be stimulated, her favorite positions.
Sarah let out a soft whimper in her sleep and snuggled closer to him. He held her tighter and decided that she was in a deep enough sleep cycle for him to risk doing this— to delve into her mind to try and find out why she could not remember him or her time spent in the Labyrinth.
He'd tried to peek into her mind earlier when they'd gone into the park, but something had blocked him, even though the thoughts of her baby brother were fresh on her mind from their conversation. Jareth tried not to use his magic around the buildings, as it tended to cause all sorts of problems with the electricity, but he really wanted some answers and figured that a little black out would be a small price to pay.
He gently pressed his fingers on either side of Sarah's temples, and closed his eyes. He found Sarah's dream first, and quickly brushed past it, as well as her most recent thoughts, which were, of course, filled with him. He latched onto Sarah's thoughts of him, which lead him backwards in her day: the walk home from the restaurant, the overly romantic dinner at the restaurant, the movie, himself presenting her with the flowers, him slowly reaching out to her with his magic to try and find the block in her memory, which had shocked her.
Jareth then latched onto that memory, because it was linked to what he was after, even if Sarah didn't realize or remember it. He wasn't quite certain what to expect once he did find Sarah's memories of her time in the Labyrinth, but it wasn't this. It looked as if somebody had put all of her memories into a box, wrapped the box with some locked chains, put the box into wet cement, and then put the cement block into a bricked room.
Whoever had done this, it was not Sarah. No, this wreaked of a very strong, and powerful magic. But who had Sarah come into contact with that was this powerful? The friends that she'd made were barely capable of producing even a flower with their pitiful brand of magic, let alone to create a spell like this.
As Jareth broke the spell and pulled away from Sarah, both physically and mentally, the first thing that popped into his head was that he needed to research this. But, he'd worked hard to get this far, and he'd be damned if he would let Sarah think that this was just some roll in the hay for him.
He needed time to think, but time was not currently on his side. His kingdom was currently not being ruled by anybody, even though he checked in daily to make sure that his moronic subjects had not completely reduced the entire kingdom to rubble. And if he stayed away for too long, it was only a matter of time until somebody noticed his absence.
Jareth's family had been ruling the Underworld for about as long as there had been an Underworld. And you don't become such a powerful family like that without making more than a few enemies along the way. If one of them were to realize that Jareth was missing from his kingdom, it wouldn't take much for them to seize power. Even if Jareth ruled what most Fae described as the most deplorable kingdom out of them all, being the Goblin King still would be a lot better than not having a kingdom at all.
But with Sarah pressed up against him, it was easy for Jareth to convince himself that he didn't want to go back there anyway. He hated his subjects, he hated his kingdom, he hated having to kidnap babies, and most of all, he hated having the deal with the overly jealous Fae who wanted to usurp his rule, and the women who clung to him and followed him around in the hopes that he would turn his attention onto them and make one of them his queen.
Bottom-sucking remoras, Jareth thought with a scowl. None of those women ever so much as gave me a second thought until after Ikhael was married. And suddenly I'm the center of their attention. Which doesn't exactly make me view any of those remoras in a favorable light.
And Jareth's next oldest brother had gotten married over a century ago.
When Jareth had come to fulfill Sarah's first wish that the Goblin King take away her baby brother, he had first seen a stubborn brat. But, as the night wore on, he began to see her creativity, her cunning, her friendliness, and most of all, her bravery. And by the time that he told Hogwash to give the drugged peach to Sarah, he knew that he would have her, in one way or another.
So, he tried to woo her with sweet words and a glimpse into the life that she could have if she chose him over her screaming baby brother. But, she'd seen through the spell and managed to break out— he hadn't stopped her. He offered her again when he'd cornered her in the escher room, but as Sarah whispered those six little words that would haunt Jareth's dreams, he realized that it wasn't so much that she didn't understand his words.
It was that she was too young to understand that he was completely serious. She didn't see the complete love in his eyes, and how completely heartbroken that he was when she'd said it.
Oh, it wasn't even about Toby; not in the end, anyway. Even if she'd accepted, Irene and Robert would have found their son in his crib, sound asleep.
But, as Jareth had watched Sarah throughout the next decade, he began to realize that she'd had a lot of growing up to do. After all, being Fae meant that Jareth was close to immortal, and he was somewhere over 2,000 years old; he didn't remember what it was like to be 15.
Falling.
Falling.
Hands.
Disembodied hands that kept dragging Sarah down…
…Down…
…Down…
She awoke with a start, her body shaking from fright and drenched in sweat, despite the fact that the apartment was freezing and she currently wasn't wearing anything.
"Sarah?" Jared asked in a hushed voice. She clung to him desperately, and he wrapped his arms tight around her. "What's wrong?"
"I…" Sarah gulped. "I don't know. Falling. And… and hands!"
"Hands?" Jared asked with a frown.
"Y-yeah. I was falling, and the hands were pulling me down."
"What do you mean, hands? Where were they coming from?"
"I don't know. Nowhere, I guess." There was a soft beep from the living room, and the apartment's heater kicked on with a low roar. "What was that?"
"I believe that there was a black out," Jared told her calmly.
"Oh. That would explain why the apartment's freezing," Sarah whispered as she sat up and grabbed the blankets that had been kicked to the foot of the bed. She lay back down and Jared helped her to cocoon themselves in them.
They lay on their sides, facing one another; Jared's semi-erect penis pressed into Sarah's lower belly, but they both ignored it. Sarah closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against Jared's.
"It was just a dream," she whispered. Jared didn't say anything. He just kissed her forehead and held her tightly.