Sarah pushed back her hair and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She hadn't thought she was drunk but after making it to her bed and suddenly noticing that she still seemed to be moving while she was lying perfectly still - she had to admit, she was drunk.
She started laughing as she remembered calling out to Jareth, that was so stupid. Like he even listened to her anymore. He was a great big Goblin King and had chickens and goblins to kick. And runners to annoy. Hopefully many teenage girl runners who would drive him crazy. After a moment of thinking about that, she frowned. She didn't want any teenage girl getting the wrong idea about Jareth. He was her Goblin King, to annoy, drive crazy and in general, make life miserable for, for as long as they both shall live. She laughed at that and then held her head.
"First time out drinking and I come home trashed. Lovely," she said trying to steady herself. She glared at her reflection, noticing it seemed to shimmer slightly. Great, drunk and seeing things. She shook her head and closed her eyes.
"Ow," she said elegantly. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a pair of mismatched eyes staring back at her from the mirror. Jumping back, she tripped and fell into the bathtub, laughing again. The figure in the mirror looked at her with a bit of annoyance and a hint of something darker. But Sarah was having none of it.
"This is a pretty real dream," Sarah said and was confused when Jareth said the same thing.
"Sarah, love. Good to see you," he drawled. He raised a hand and the shower turned on by itself, soaking Sarah completely. Sputtering, she scrambled out of the bathtub and glared at him, completely sober.
"Jareth, what the hell are you doing?" Sarah yelled, hitting the mirror with her hand, then wincing as she realized she'd just hit hard metal and not soft goblin king.
"Sobering you up, Precious. We can't chat if you're tipsy."
"I was not tipsy, I was," she paused as he held a hand to his ear as he had with Hoggle in the Labyrinth so long ago. "I was celebrating."
"I know. You were the belle of the ball as I remember, all those pretty boys lined up to ogle you. Touch you. I did not like it."
"Well too bad, Goblin boy - I have a life of my own and you aren't in it."
She froze as he materialized through her mirror and gathering her into his arms. Lowering his head to her ear he blew into it gently and was gratified to feel her tense, her breathing suddenly shallow.
"On the contrary - I appear to be called back to play. So what game shall we start with, hmm? Perhaps we can decide after we get these wet clothes off of you."
"What?" Sarah asked as his expert hands started removing her flannel shirt, unbuttoning each button with a seemingly careless, but extremely focused effort.
"What?" Sarah asked again, trying to back away. He spun her into the next room and she landed heavily on her bed. She instantly turned over to watch him. Before she could get back up, he'd fallen on her gracefully, pinning her hands over her head.
"Apparently when you drink, I feel the effects. I know what you know, feel what you feel," he said lazily, holding her hands with one of his own as the other drifted down to her cheek, then lower down her throat to settle on the violently pounding pulse racing beneath her skin.
"That makes no sense," she gasped, as he leaned in to suck at the pulse point. She moaned softly as his teeth bit down, claiming her.
"Nothing about us makes sense, Precious. But I will not take you while you are drunk." He moved off of her and bowed.
"Wait, where are you going?" she asked.
"Till next time, Precious - and kindly keep your hands off the liquor. I want you to be aware of every touch I give you next time." With that, he was gone and Sarah lay staring up at the ceiling, stunned.
"I think I need a drink," she said to no one in particular - and smiled.