Hello all! I'm back from the realm of midterms and not sleeping...well...not quite all the way back, but somewhat. Enough to post more! Thanks for reviewing, sorry to have kept you waiting long!
Special thanks to Solea - who is now granted the official right to beat me with a stick for confusing "loose" with "lose"!I really appreciate you taking the time to write your review - i would most likely have continued on with the incorrect usage, blissfully unaware that i'm making a fool of myself. Thank you for reading! here's chapter 6!
LadyTari
6
Sarah was sitting in a sunny corner of the campus on a bench, legs pulled into her chest. She was rocking back and forth, attempting to come to herself.
It was hard.
She felt such a mixture of different things, she did not know what to think.
She knew that she wanted get away from the world and not see anyone from dance class. It was trying enough to have to think about her tango experience.
She felt…well, it was weird to say it, and perhaps it was a bit of an overstatement to feel this way, but she felt...violated, in a sense.
Adam had taken her, had wedged his legs between hers, had not let her go despite her obvious discomfort, and had roughly forced her into all of the movements, especially the dip. To the point where it physically hurt!
But another part of her pointed out that he had also moved her body and helped her do her part, guiding her through her steps and showing her off. She knew that was true as well.
He was a very aggressive lead, but she had not messed up once. He simply left her no room to. She knew that when she followed his lead and let her body be manipulated by him, she had looked good. When she fought him, she'd probably looked terrible.
She also felt flattered by his attention – a good dancer such as himself wasting time and effort in a beginner like her.
Going so far as to ask several times if she would be at this weekend's dance. Before today, Sarah didn't think she wanted to go, but now, she had already promised him to attend.
How did that happen? she wondered. It wasn't like her to give in to something she wasn't comfortable with. And to someone she was very uncomfortable with, at that.
Yet another part of her whispered that it was rather exciting to be that close to her partner. Scary, but alluring.
For no reason at all, her thoughts jumped to Jareth again. He had started her on the "scary but alluring" thing, really.
It was he who excited her imagination by, well – lets face it – his more than slightly seductive manner of talking to her, singing to her, dancing with her. His body language and tone of voice always kept her on the edge.
On a very interesting, alluring edge, now that she thought of it. Why hadn't she noticed it before?
She had been utterly obsessed with it all too. It had lessened as of late, her experience with the Labyrinth fading more and more the more time passed, but she had been very much obsessed.
Even before encountering him, when she had only met him through the Book and imagined him. It was that fatal combination of uneasiness and attraction in one that had always gotten her.
Adam, of course, was nothing like Jareth. Not even remotely close. He had no refinement in his manner, and obviously didn't plan very far ahead.
He was quite a bit more forceful and aggressive than Jareth had ever been, and preferred to physically manipulate her, rather than bringing emotion and imagination and fantasy into it.
Jareth, she was sure, had enjoyed toying with her mind and playing on her emotions, but this boy was apparently too busy with her body to even realize the possibility of the former.
Which was a good thing, she reminded herself. If either of them had done all three, Sarah would've lost her marbles by now.
She shivered despite the warmth of the sunlit bench.
Some inner feeling told her that she needed to experience all three of the afore-mentioned qualities in one person, as terrifying and thrilling as it was to imagine it.
And then it told her that she would.
She would.